Will Torres

[willxtorres]

lailarenaud:

She lifted a shoulder, “Doesn’t seem very neighbourly.” The grass was dewy, and it soaked up the material of her pants, making her lips turn downwards. Thoughtfully, the blonde sidestepped to the path, meeting Will at the front door. Her first action was to peer in through the window, glancing at the quiet room. “I can hear something,” Laila said, despite the fact that there was no one in sight. “And the car’s in the driveway.” The wolf turned, “Wanna knock, or are we playing bad cop and just busting in?”

Will made a gesture to shush her, trying to listen through the door and windows himself. the way he was acting, an outsider would probably think he didn’t even want the blonde there, but that was far from the truth. despite his attitude, going at things alone had never been his forte.  Whoever was inside didn’t seem to be aware of the wolves’ presence just yet. “Why don’t you knock?” he finally suggested, setting his weapon down against the wall of the house. “You’re prettier.” He added as a joke.

[sammy-bryant]

Michael Trevino in Sunset Park (2017)

[helenahastings-blog]

beating berserkers;

[willxtorres]

helenahastings:

They would stick together, she’d whispered the command to them to pair off at the beginning of the evening. Her mind was in a million places, but amber eyes narrowed on the path, trying to decipher the scents and the movements; to put them into mind as something solid. Lenny crouched, her lithe form flattening against the earth, with a thick tail whipping in anticipation. A snarl fit between her teeth and powerful legs prepared to leap; from the brush crashed through a creature that she didn’t know, but scent alerted her to it’s lineage. “Ulrich.” Teeth bared and the alpha surged forward, launching her small body towards it.

Will sprang into action after the creature revealed itself, circling the two other wolves for a moment until he had the opportunity to launch himself at the rabid animal, powerful jaws clamping down around its rear leg in the hopes that it would turn back to him and give Lenny a better shot at its throat. He heard the sick crunch of bone as blood filled his mouth, and he danced out of the way before the wolf could get him with its deadly bite. 

[willxtorres]

prozny:

He threw Will a measuring look, finding his response entertaining. Wolves were strange creatures, temperamental — more animal than men some nights of the month. It didn’t surprise him to learn about one of his bouncer’s mood swings: what vampires seemed to lack in, they had to spare. All that heart, racing faster than any human in his chest. “And here I thought I would finally learn those dance moves you’ve kept hidden.”

The smile on his face was mocking, but not malicious. If he hated the wolf, he wouldn’t have him for an employee. “Friends — I guess you could say that.” Such a loose term, really, but he had invited some people personally. Florence’s guests, for example. “It’s a busy night… who knew people would show up if you took the stripping out of the strip club, huh?” Puritans, he thought with a wrinkle of his nose, disapproving. “I’m having a good night. No one’s dead yet and I’ve only ran into one Cullen so far. It’s decent. Can’t complain about anything.” He turned his head to look at the wolf. “And you? Are you alone tonight, Will? It’s a party, man.”

“Sorry, man, tonight’s not your night,” he huffed in return, though he did try to keep most of the harshness from his tone. A feat he wasn’t great at, to be honest. 

“I don’t get you vamps and your... antisocial tendencies, the werewolf shrugged. Though he himself was probably less social than most humans, he still definitely needed the company of his pack. ‘friends’ may not be the correct term for them either, considering how deep wolves’ loyalty ran, but it would do. “Guess they like to do the dancing themselves,” he had to laugh at that. He’d definitely witnessed some drunks taking pieces of their costumes off, but it was all mostly PG-13 compared to the regular shows at Pandemonium. “Only one Cullen? That’s gotta be a record- sparkles and glitter must be out of fashion again,” he joked, though he’d never actually seen the movie franchise. seemed a bit too much for him with all the teen angst thrown in. “uh, guess I’m flying solo,” he shrugged in return, “I’ve seen a few people I know, but I should’ve started drinking hours ago to prepare myself for this.”

[willxtorres]

lailarenaud:

Laila whipped around, glaring at the older wolf as he walked ahead. He was awfully shitty for someone holding an axe, an altered version of the adage; knife in a gun fight. The blonde purposefully tucked the weapon into the waist of her jeans, letting the metal glint in the low light of the moon. Long legs strode easily to catch up with him, drawing a hand through tight curls to card them back. Her response was frustrated, retorted under her breath. “She’d be stupid enough.” A hand gestured towards a large home, “Maybe you should ask them if you can borrow a cup of sugar, sugar.”

Will shot a glare back at Laila, he was in rare form today. While he was never in a sunny disposition, Will’s exhaustion had him even more irritable than usual. Not Laila’s fault, of course, but she was the one that had to bear it tonight. He glanced at the home she’d gestured to, huffing to himself before taking to the grass leading up to it. “Or maybe I can just kick a door in,” he retorted. That would actually be sort of therapeutic, and he didn’t want to waste any more time looking for Adelynn. If she wasn’t back yet, and she hadn’t just left town on her own volition, something could be seriously wrong. He doubted Laila knew how bad things could get for a wolf, but Will had been around long enough to see plenty. Walking up the steps to the door, he asked, “think anyone’s home?”

[willxtorres]

5, 20, 25

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be?

“A fucking hedge apple tree I guess.”

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional)

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it?

“bottle of bourbon?”

[millionsmillions]

“Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?”

Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (via dicennio)

[willxtorres]

georgiehastings:

––@willxtorres

“–yeah, hold on, I’m coming.” Georgie tossed the washcloth down, blood soaking in as she stood and went to the door. It had been a long night. She’d lost count of how many berserkers she’d taken out with her brother before the sun came up. Lenny wasn’t around but Georgie had a key, living between her sister’s and her brother’s places upon returning to town. She opened the door, giving Will a tired look, moving aside to let him in. “Don’t look so worried, Torres– you’d think I’d been in actual danger.” A poor attempt at a joke, certainly, but one she couldn’t help but make otherwise she’d dwell on the lives lost today. Because berserker or not, they’d been wolves first.

Will nodded to Georgie as he walked into the house past her, pausing a moment before he spoke. If he wasn’t so tired, he’d probably be the slightest bit embarrassed at how dark the circles under his eyes were getting. he’d hunted hunters and vamps before and even on a couple occasions had to put a berserker down before, but nothing ever on such a large scale. He needed a large steak or three hamburgers and a strong drink, or really a week of sleep. But he’d settled on the burgers, holding out a large bag of food to share with her as well. “I dunno Georgie, you are getting old..” he teased back, though there was little humor in it. 

[willxtorres]

lailarenaud:

Laila’s phone was propped up on the dash, leading them seemingly to nowhere. The blonde’s teeth were gritted in annoyance, she couldn’t shake the fact that of all the people that Lenny had asked them to hunt down, of all the people that could have been lost– it was her very own sister that was pulling them from hunting berserkers. Tracking the traditional way was nearly impossible, Adelynn had been all over town. The weapon fit nicely in her hand, she’d inherited it from her father’s collection of handguns, the polished metal had long warmed in Laila’s grip, feeling comfortable and familiar; though she couldn’t help but notice the tic in Will’s jaw when he glanced at it. The blonde tucked it into her jacket, ducking out of the vehicle. “She can’t be in the woods, we’ve been combing through them all weekend.”

“No shit,” Will retorted in a short tone. They were all short on sleep and as a result many of them were short on patience, Will being one of the latter. The nights before the moon Will had been out making sure humans weren’t camping or picnic-ing, strong arming a couple of teenagers and the like into getting the hell back into town and away from danger. And then on the full moon out with Lenny, killing the creatures that with just a bite could kill them and anyone else they came across. Stressed and tired didn’t begin to cover it, but in spite of will’s lack of confidence in Adie’s wolfy skills, she was part of the pack and they wouldn’t stop until she was found. He started walking down the road, looking for any sign of struggle, Adelynn in general, or her scent. “Someone’s gotta live out here though, you think she might’ve asked a friendly neighbor for help?”

[willxtorres]

adelynnrenaud:

Adelynn’s lips were pressed into an unimpressed thin line as Will discussed what the plan was and watched with the same expression as he disappeared into the woods. At least he was enjoying himself, she supposed? Adelynn could have tried to run after him but she doubted she was as quick or had the endurance to do so. Not to mention the point was to learn so she really had no choice but to play by the rules. She sighed and picked up his sweatshirt before giving it a nice whiff, committing his scent to memory before disappearing into the trees herself.

She took her time, differentiating his scent from the numerous other ones. As annoying as it was to have an oversensitive nose (some smells were irredeemable), she had to admit that the power was a bit of a gift. All the different scents told some sort of story and she had to admit she was excited to learn how to read them. She followed her nose and, while it occasionally got distracted, was able to stay on the trail. Nevertheless, the longer she took, the more it would fade so she eventually picked up her pace. 

After maybe three quarters of a mile, Will stopped running. However far out he went he’d have to go that same distance back, and there were plenty of places Adie could accidentally turn which would make finding the blonde harder if she got lost. He pulled himself onto a large low hanging branch of a tree and stretched out comfortably as he waited for the young wolf to find him. He had to admit, he loved being out here even without the full moon to lure him out. rabbits, deer, and other animals lurked in and out of sight, and while the wolf was a predator, will was just relaxing today. Eventually he thought he heard her footsteps and caught a glimpse of blonde hair, and grinned to himself before jumping down into view. “Not bad.”

[helenahastings-blog]

beating berserkers;

[willxtorres]

helenahastings:

Had they been in their human skins, Lenny would of wheeled around to snarl at him; but their race through the woods made her actions more thought out instead of erratic. Not a huge fan of guns. She wasn’t a fan of slaughtering the manic versions of their own kind, but the duty that bound her kept her from complaining. “I don’t know how many there were to begin with.” And between the two of them, she was starting to lose track of how many she had killed. “They’re still out tonight, but they’re sticking together, it’s the best that I could do.” Lenny paused, watching Will walk ahead before she caught something. “Your left. Hear it?”

Will could almost feel the anger -annoyance?- rolling off the alpha even in wolf form, but he didn’t take it back. If she told him to use it he would, but he’d resent it. “Even one is too many,” he returned flatly, stating the obvious.  they all knew that they had a job to do despite the fact that none of them enjoyed it. “They’ll be fine,” he managed to try and assure her. As always with wolves, there was safety in numbers. So long as they could look out for each other, the older wolves could handle all the dirty work. His head turned in the direction she called out, ears pointed forward to capture whatever she’d heard. Some kind of rustling in the brush. He crept forward, glancing back once to her as he gave the sound a wide berth- thats when he caught the scent. “wolf,” he confirmed with a low warning growl rumbling from his throat. crouching to prepare for an attack, he waited for the creature to show itself or his alpha’s command. 

[willxtorres]

@lailarenaud

“Fuck,” Will sighed in exasperation as he pulled the car to the side of the road. He was trying not to get frustrated, but they’d been at this all day it seemed like. Adie’s phone had given them a starting point, but it must’ve died considering they weren’t anywhere that seemed particularly special. Asking around town if anyone had seen the blonde recently didn’t turn up too much, which was worrying considering the woman had a decently high profile job. They had to be close though, right? He turned to wait for Laila to exit the car, frowning with distaste at the weapon she’d brought. even if Lenny wanted them to have one on them, he wasn’t happy about it. “Let’s get walking.”

[lhzthepoet]

Some people are born to raise wolves not run from them.

Midnight Excerpts #38 // L.H.Z

(via lhzthepoet)

@helenahastings @landonxhastings @georgiehastings @lailarenaud @adelynnrenaud @willxtorres @leon-hastings 

(via lailarenaud)

[shiikadai-archive]

in sisters, we seek strength; in brothers, we breed bravery; in family, we find faith; in each other— —we endure everything.

build me a bloodline, build me a bond. // f.o. (via shiikadai-archive)

@helenahastings @landonxhastings @georgiehastings @lailarenaud @adelynnrenaud @novialobo @willxtorres @leon-hastings

(via lailarenaud)

[willxtorres]

adelynnrenaud:

Adelynn could not say she liked this guy at all and chose not to respond to his comments. There wasn’t much she could say to convince him otherwise. If she were being honest, he wasn’t even wrong. She had no choice but to accept this life and the way she’s been handling it may very well lead to her death. Nevertheless, none of this was who she wanted to be. She may not have asked for it, but she had a choice in how to proceed. All she knew was that she didn’t want to be like Papa. She didn’t want to follow in the Renaud footsteps and if it led to her death, so be it. Her Papa never believed that she was strong but in many ways, he was wrong. She was strong in her convictions, they happened to just be opposite of his. 

She dug into her pockets and pulled out her car keys before passing it to him, making no objections. She didn’t think she’d like the hard way but she didn’t want to disappoint their alpha by not even trying. She decided she would at least try and if it failed, she could consider her moves later on. 

The blonde stayed silent and will took that as a good sign- at least she wasn’t arguing or making excuses. He was fairly easily annoyed. and it was a relief not to have to bicker back and worth with this girl he was here to train. He took her keys and pocketed them, pulling off his sweatshirt to prepare for what he was about to do. As it fell into a pile on the ground, he looked back up at her with the hint of a smirk on his lips. this is where it got fun, though it hadn’t been his original plan. 

“Alright,” he started, giving her no real warning apart from his next sentence. “If you wanna get home without walking back into town- you’re gonna track me,” his smirk grew into a grin and with a moment’s laugh, he took off running into the woods. She might be able to keep up with him for a minute- he wouldn’t be sprinting at least- but he’d had plenty of time to build his endurance and eventually she’d have to actually try. 

[helenahastings-blog]

beating berserkers;

[willxtorres]

helenahastings:

Lenny snorted in response, finding herself lacking the energy to offer back something funny. There was a seriousness that surrounded the evening, when most viewed the full moon as a moment of release; a descent into freedom– tonight they were reminded of what they were created for. She was almost happy for it, it tied the pack together and bound them by duty. Most of the younger wolves were forbidden to approach the berserkers, to go against something that could kill even an original, it was too much of a risk for someone inexperienced.

“It’s easier in human form,” she admitted, nose down as she tried to narrow down a scent. “You can take them out with a gun before you get into range of the bite– but it’s not honourable, to act like the hunters.” They weren’t reapers, not in the same way that the Hands of Orion were. They were there to take out the sick and the dangerous, not blindly pull a trigger and take down their kind. “Most of the pack is accounted for, but I’ve told them to stay out of the deep woods.”

Will started making a large circle around the area, sniffing the ground for the scent of another wolf- though he had to wonder, would they know  the rabid ones from the healthy before they got too close? while werewolves typically had their senses about them even in wolf form, berserkers would act erratically and probably be loners. And while he acted standoffish and generally rude to most people even in his pack, Will found himself worrying for their safetyon a night like tonight where they had to turn and be out in the foliage. 

“Not a huge fan of guns,” Will replied with disgust. he’d had far too many pointed at him by hunters, so while he knew how to use them he took no pleasure in it and would avoid them whenever he could. “Do we even know how many of these things are left out here?” He asked, though he was still pushing the fact that he probably knew them to the back of his mind. After all, as far as they could tell it was just those in Ashbourne that’d been affected in such large numbers on Halloween. Damn witches. “Good. The younger ones would just be a liability.” Of course he didn’t mena that in the way it probably sounded- he didn’t want them anywhere near the berserkers for their own safety. head still down, he started trotting into the underbrush looking back just to make sure Lenny was following. 

[helenahastings-blog]

beating berserkers;

[willxtorres]

helenahastings:

@willxtorres

It hadn’t been a good week. One moment, Helena was scooping fun sized KitKats from a pumpkin shaped bucked into the bags of face painted ghouls and witches, the next– she was careening though the woods, hunting down her own kind. There hadn’t been time to consider what had happened, instead, her days bled into her nights. Blood soaked her skin and stained blonde hair and exhaustion seeped into her bones. The full moon rose baldly above the forest, offering a relief in the form of her pack. Most of them had surfaced, unharmed and unchanged, but a full count would have to wait until later.

Grey fur looked russet under the glow of the moon and her long gait was met with that of a familiar hued wolf. “I was wondering when you’d show up.” Amber eyes scanned the dense woods. “You ever hunt a berserker, William?”

The aftermath of Halloween hit them all like a ton of bricks- while most had been out partying and enjoying themselves, something had gone seriously wrong. Apart from the dead witches, vamps, fae and merpeople, the town had quite a big problem on their hands. Berserkers. Many were still grieving, but their lives were all at risk with those beasts out there.. and that term did not come lightly from a wolf who’d already lived a century and a half. While trying to keep a safe distance, Will had spent his week going out towards the park and other trafficked woody areas trying to keep people out and safe. 

He was on edge the entire day, knowing that while there could be dozens of wolves out there that night and some of which would never change back to their human form. It was hard to imagine, considering the transformation felt so natural to him now, that it would ever be a prison.. but they all knew what had to be done. When he found Lenny he quickly reached her side, more somber and focused than on most full moons. “Starting to miss me?” he returned, though there was no humor in it. a low growl escaped his throat as he gazed into the trees around them. “Not since the 50′s. and it wasn’t a full moon... or more than one. but I know- avoid the teeth.” no sense beating around the bush about it.