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petfinn:

The scene may have been grotesque to some, but Finn saw pure majesty. This bloodied wolf could snap Finn’s neck and he knew it as they approached each other, his matted fur and monstrous size would normally spell danger. Finn felt heavy interest, safety, maybe even familiarity. The halfling, wide-eyed, didn’t even flinch as the wolf shifted, fur pulling in as he moved from four legs to two. The man was equally as brutish as the wolf, and just as beautifully covered in blood. Finn felt his face warm as he realized Zeke was in full view, eyes raking over his very large, built form.

The sound of his nickname on the other’s lips was surprising, he didn’t think anyone here would know it, but of course the wolf from his dreams would. He simply waved in front of the man, grinning casually as he continued to leer over Zeke’s pectoral muscles, then finally met his eyes. “I don’ mind at all. Honestly, ‘S kinda a good look for y’— ah!” a sudden laugh erupted from the lithe male as he was yanked toward the wolf, his shirt now covered in blood and mud. “Hah, d’you wanna jus’,” Finn slipped his shirt from his frame and offered it to the man, head tilted innocently, “take it? ’S already stretched out now.”

So maybe subconsciously he was laying on a bit of supernatural charm, maybe his voice grew sweeter than normal as he looked up to the taller man through his eye lashes, giggling as he spoke. “ ‘M, uh….. there’s a lot goin’ on, wolf guy.” Finn gestured to the area, “ ‘M kinda hungry, kinda tired, but livin’ so tha’s good. how bout you?”

❛ THE WOLF TOOK THE THIN COTTON TOP FROM the pet and dragged it over his bloody face, though the rough material did nothing to clear his face and caked it on thicker instead. the wolf was even shameless to press the dirty shirt to his nose, inhaling the half-kitsune’s sweet musk. boys always tended to smell that much more delectable when they sweated out their pheromones for a couple of days. “wolf guy?” he chuckled. “can’t be meanin’ to say y’ forgot m’ name already, have y’?” he took the boy’s chin in his hand, the heavy rocks embedded into his rings touching finn as he did. his rings seemed to be the only accessories that stayed on him through every transition. “poor thing. y’r bones are about t’ show and all,” he grunted, already buttering up the younger male with a twinkle in his gaze, and a deep purr rumbling in the pit of his chest. it was obvious finn didn’t even need to have him spellbound for the wolf to be wagging his tail. the massive alpha’s body keened towards the other male, stout fingers tickling under the boy’s chin to draw him in closer. “how about y’ an’ me go slip off, get that tummy filled and put y’ in a nice, warm bed, huh? that sound nice?” he cooed, his thumb on the boy’s jaw smearing a bit of blood across the stubble. “maybe the name’ll come back t’ y’.”

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petfinn:

Now, this had to be a dream. There was no way it couldn’t. Finn was on his last strand of energy, running, hiding, scrambling around as this new world crumbled around itself. His eyes kept blinking slow, like he’d slip fall and sleep at any moment, so of course his dreams would come back to him then. And suddenly he’d seen something he never thought he’d see again (he wasn’t sure the first time was real yet). The wolf. Finn leaned against the trunk of a tree nearby, tired and in disbelief. Unsure of whether to try and wake up or let this dream continue.

It felt too real as he watched the werewolf from afar, pushing his curls from his face almost absentmindedly. He smelled exactly like he did all those months ago. Musk, warmth, some dirt, a hint of someone else’s blood. Maybe pine? His heartbeat was deep like a drum, and steady. Finn almost closed his eyes and slept to it then and there. But instead he dared to speak, “I-is tha’ you, wolf guy?” He didn’t remember his name - Finn didn’t remember many things. “Are you alone?” He even dared to walk towards him, keeping his eyes locked onto the other’s, looking through his eye lashes. “What’re you….doin’ here?” Suddenly the severity of the situation was lost on Finn.

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❛ STANDING BEFORE FINN WAS A MASSIVE WOLF, its shaggy fur matted with blood and dirt. it looked almost too monstrous to be just a wolf. zeke had an under bite, and two, thick canines also tucked over his lower muzzle. he was mostly brawn, and the bald patches of fur on the wolf’s face and body showed signs of countless battles. the alpha hadn’t been too far when the attack happened. he had leaped into the chaos just in time to save his own pack, then back into the fray to decimate the goblins. when the number of goblins thinned, the alpha wolf took one large goblin between its jaws to eat it in peace. he took it to where finn was, unknowingly having his meal where the half-kitsune could witness the raw sight of him crunching bone and crushing organs with his powerful jaws. the wolf glanced up and saw the boy there, and for a second, he bristled. dropping the chewed corpse on the dirt, the wolf stalked towards the younger male at a heavy pace, his transformation back to his human state also taking place.

when he was in front of finn, he was fully human again, naked and covered in blood. the red almost looked like clothing on him from how much of it was on his body. “well, if it isn’t littl’ finny,” he chuckled, gesturing to himself shamelessly. “’scuse m’ lack of dress--but y’ caught me at a bad time.” he grinned, looking over the boy shamelessly before he grabbed a fistful of finn’s shirt to rub his bloody face into it, using it like a rag. “alone t’ make sure these gobs don’t bother y’, sure,” he smiled. “how’re y’, baby, how’ve y’ been?”

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howlingglenn:

Glenn wasn’t taking the avian threat particularly seriously. As far as he was concerned, it didn’t really hurt him. Mark was safe, Evander was safe. That was the extent of the people he cared about. Anyone else? Not his problem. So, he’d taken to the training grounds under the guise of helping train to have some fun for himself. It wasn’t long before he was cheating by being in his wolf form – pinning a pet down and holding them by their neck as his tail wagged wildly.

ZEKE COULDN’T REMEMBER THE last time he had seen a more amusingly pathetic sight. the pets at the camping grounds were training for their deaths, and the alpha thought it a little saddening, too, how many of them just went with it. he had no real sympathy for the half-breeds and humans that had gotten themselves enslaved somehow, but the sight before him did put things into perspective. when he spotted a wolf wrangling some defenseless pet down, zeke didn’t care to stand by idly. “now, don’t be a bugger,” he said as he grabbed the wolf by its scruffy mane, lifting it off with ease. “the chap’s half y’r size.”

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scvrlxtwolf:

Peter didn’t know what to make of this tournament. He wasn’t a fighter so he’d be no use in it, but would he have to fight like all the other pets? The wolf didn’t know. He’d gone out to look at the training grounds that had been set up, sat somewhere up high that he could overlook all the other pets training. Peter couldn’t tell which ones were good fighters and which ones weren’t, to him they all looked good. When he heard someone approaching from behind Peter jumped up, eyes wide as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. “I was just watching.” 

THE WOLF WAS EASILY AMUSED BY how startled the smaller wolf seemed to be when he approached behind him. with a howl of laughter, zeke made his presence very well-known, then wiped some stray tears from the inner corner of his eyes. “oh, y’ should have seen th’ look on y’r face, pupperoo,” he grinned, clapping the younger male on the back (which probably shoved him forward in the process). “looks like y’ were waggin’ off, weren’t y’?” zeke chuckled, his heavy hand still clasped over the other male’s shoulder. 

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howlingglenn:

Glenn wasn’t bothered by the wolves at all. He felt at peace with most animals. There was less judgement coming from them than humans, wolves, halflings, or anything with higher intelligence. It was refreshing. It was Glenn’s curiousness about the alpha that had brought him back to the other, who was hopefully less drunk than their previous encounter. “I’m fond of most animals,” he admitted. “Even the ones I enjoy eating.”

“WELL, I ALWAYS THINK FOOD’S T’ BE respected,” zeke said as he pat the wolf’s muzzle away and proceeded to lead the other werewolf to his home. from the outside, it looked rather humble, like a hunting lodge for a man who had decided to live by himself. even the inside wasn’t incredibly lavish or boasted that he was wealthy, or even of a high status. there wasn’t a servant in sight, not even omegas to stand at his beck and call. “well, y’ hungry? got drinks, meat, cake--got loads of carrot cake,” he offered.

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“DON’T MIND TH’ WOLVES, THEY WON’T bother y’,” zeke assured as he ruffled one bulky wolf’s muzzle as it came trotting up to him. there were about six of them freed in the area, each one looking to be bigger than the last. “already fed ‘em, so they’ll fuck off for a bit,” he said flippantly. the wolves were normally very territorial and were easily agitated by the slightest threat, but around zeke they were just like friendly dogs welcoming a friend home. “y’ fond of wolves an’ dogs?” he asked as he led the other male further inside his territory, past the courtyard and towards home. “it’s a preference, really. i know some ‘wolves that don’t like dogs, more of a cat person. don’t fuckin’ get it, but it happens. it’s mental.”

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CAMPAIGNER (ENFP)

STRENGTHS: POPULAR, CURIOUS, OBSERVANT, KNOW HOW TO RELAX WEAKNESSES: HIGHLY EMOTIONAL, OVERTHINKER, INDEPENDENT TO A FAULT

campaigners will bring an energy that oftentimes thrusts them into the spotlight, held up by their peers as a leader and a guru – but this isn’t always where independence-loving campaigners want to be. worse still if they find themselves beset by the administrative tasks and routine maintenance that can accompany a leadership position. campaigners’ self-esteem is dependent on their ability to come up with original solutions, and they need to know that they have the freedom to be innovative – they can quickly lose patience or become dejected if they get trapped in a boring role.

luckily, campaigners know how to relax, and they are perfectly capable of switching from a passionate, driven idealist in the workplace to that imaginative and enthusiastic free spirit on the dance floor, often with a suddenness that can surprise even their closest friends.

campaigners believe that there are no irrelevant actions, that every shift in sentiment, every move and every idea is part of something bigger. to satisfy their curiosity, campaigners try to notice all of these things, and to never miss a moment.

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petbaelfire:

“I…” He chewed his lip. His name was pretty unusual and so he could kind of forgive the elite for not getting it right. Though really, it wasn’t that hard a name to say. Yet, he liked the sound of Bailey. Looking as the older male lifted his arm, he moved to him, slipping next to him so to fit under it. “You are really warm, sir.” Part of him wondered if this elite was a werewolf. He certainly couldn’t be a vampire as they were always cold and he had heard werewolves did radiate heat. Whatever he was, he was thankful for the warmth. He had been out there a while and it was cold.

ZEKE’S BULKY ARM FIT AROUND THE pet’s shoulders, tugging him closer like a thick, comfy blanket. he was practically like a heated furnace, giving off waves of warmth and pheromones only other wolves could detect. “have t’ be. th’ pretty little wolves waitin’ back home can’t be warmin’ themselves,” he chuckled. he had many lovers in his pack, and some that were considered “outside affairs,” but once in a while zeke liked to branch out and try some more... exotic options. “y’ hungry, sweetheart?” he cooed, a large hand covering baelfire’s stomach to try and feel something that wasn’t just the pet’s skin and bones. “poor thing like y’ could gain a few.”

[thisismy-shady]

Tommy

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petbaelfire:

The wall he was sitting on was just the perfect height for him to dangle his legs off of as he they idly swung next to him. He chewed his lower lip as he watched a few bugs stroll along the ground. Thoughts continued to wonder what this elite was like and his thoughts were answered as he heard a voice and his name…well kind of. “Umm…it’s Baelfire, sir…but I mean, I do get called Bae by some so really Bailey is fine.” It was a new nickname and one he liked. “Thank you, sir.” Baelfire responded as he hopped off of the wall, face turning a little red. 

“DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT what y’r full name is?” the alpha wolf laughed. “now bailey, that’s more like it, lot easier t’ say than bael--whatever th’ fuck it is.” he waved a hand dismissively, not seeming the slightest bit prudish in his approach. he lifted a bulky arm, gesturing with the other so the pet could fit under it. “well, come on, then, gonna freeze y’r little ass off out here,” he said. “pets--fragile littl’ things y’ are.”

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petbaelfire:

Rubbing the back of his neck, the half-witch found himself sitting out in the courtyard awaiting for the elite that had rented him to pick him up. It was the instructions given and so he followed them, not wanting to break any rules and get a beaten he had seen other pets get. He had been sitting out for a while now and he was feeling quite cold, arms now coming to wrap around him. Had the elite changed his mind? Was he wanting him to suffer in the cold for a bit? Or was he simply running late? Many possibilities and no definite answer in sight. Would he get into trouble if he went back to his cell? He was scared to find out if he did. So it was simply a case of waiting until the elite appeared or a guard.

ZEKE HAD PLENTY OF OMEGAS AND BETAS of his own at his disposal to do whatever he wished with them, but sometimes he got bored of his selections. there were only so many unique responses and interactions he could get from the same couple of people, so the alpha wolf had decided to branch out, maybe see what the hype about aeternum’s pets were. instead of going there himself, he had sent a delta of his to choose one from the lot, making it a game of russian roulette. he decided to retrieve his pet of the day himself, and arrived at the courtyard contently late. “y’ must be bailey,” he grunted, confident that he had the name right. he hadn’t really cared to commit it to memory. “handsome thing, aren’t y’?”

[boysinfire]

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fieryfoxy:

     AURELIUS REMAINED CALM AND CONTROLLED, but he was ranging from within. angry – but also happy to see that beautiful face that he had experienced on top of him, for so long. it almost felt like the two were meeting for the first time. the obvious forwardness and flirtatious approach zeke took, observing aurelius and checking him out if everything was still in place how he ha liked it to be. “—why would i be jealous, of some.. pet that’s barely fed. starving for the littlest of affection, to return some fabricated loving to please you and not receive your fist instead.” aurelius retorted and rolled his eyes, eager to turn around and leave all of sudden. but the subjedct of their chhildren came, the fact that aurelius wouldn’t curse the father. “—well, as you’ve been a wonderful baby daddy.. i’d be obligated to curse your sorry ass. a few occasional visits would have been nice, but i really don’t think they woould give a shit now— as they’re older, more mature– and out there, not making the same mistakes as their father.” aurelius noticed zeke’s group of friends. the stench was unbearable, it was a mixture of arousal – booze – and something else. “your friends— they have nothing else to do, but gawk at us??” aurelius’ eyes narrowed, standing on his tiptoes to throw each and every single one of them a warning glance across zeke’s shoulder. “so, zeke-— how are we going to do this?? we avoid each other-.. we, what do we do??” because despite the playfulness of zeke, aurelius wouldn’t be able to bear being around him. it would start hurting him, start nagging at him and remind him of the many times they had lost yet another pup.

“AH, DON’T BE BULLSHITTIN’ ME, AUR, I CAN see right through y’,” zeke laughed loudly, not believing for a second that the kitsune wasn’t at least a tiny bit jealous of griffin, or really just any other man that had come after aurelius. even now, he knew aurelius was just playing hard-to-get, intentionally giving zeke a difficult time so he’d actually work for something in his life. “have y’ seen y’, sweetheart?” he asked, looking at aurelius over the rim of his cup as he took a sip. “but don’t worry, y’ don’t want them lookin’ at y’, i’ll tell them t’ fuck off, how about that, the lot of ‘em?” zeke understood more than anyone else that wolves were wolves, though, and that they would gawk and stare at attractive things, no matter what. now that the alpha had his turn with aurelius knocking him up and trying for a few pups, his delta and betas also kept their eyes on the alpha’s hand-me-down prize. he didn’t seem bothered at all by the kitsune’s mood, almost distracted by the noises around him to really invest his full attention on aurelius. “i wasn’t avoidin’ y’,” he chuckled. “y’ were.” sure, he hadn’t gone out of his way to seek his ex-husband, but that didn’t mean zeke had been purposely trying to make sure their paths would never cross. he enjoyed seeing aurelius around, liked keeping him close like an old, favorite bicycle. “and i don’t know why y’re so obsessed with skirtin’ around me,” he said. “thought y’ liked my handsome mug.” zeke winked playfully, his hand reaching out to rest gently on the kitsune’s arm, stroking the bicep with tender affection. “how’ve y’ been, aur?”

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fieryfoxy:

     THEY DAY OF RECKONING finally arrived when the kitsune saw their former husband approach them, circling him like a predator would his prey. unfortunately the werewolf had only become more handsome with age – and he remained charming as ever, thus not giving aurelius much reason to ignore him or try and shoo him away. “perhaps,” aurelius smiled as he took the drink that was given to him by the lycan. “trying to show you, that you’ve had better than the things you’r getting down and dirty with nowadays.” zeke had been going around, is what aurelius heard. of course, once someone suitable would arrive – would finally be noticed by aurelius, aurelius would for sure get some. but at least aurelius was trying to be half-descent about things, they were a parent after all. “in reality, i’m here to honour the spirit of one of my brothers and sisters. tell me, you’re close to being condemned by them?? i’m sure i could try and persuade the spirit to curse you, even if you have been given the sample of blood by some willing pet.”

“JEALOUSY DOES LOOK GOOD ON Y’, BABY,” zeke chuckled, finding it amusing how the kitsune wasn’t even trying to cover up the fact that he was green with envy. the feeling of being desired encouraged the werewolf to approach the kitsune a little closer, not at all wary of his ex-husband’s threat to curse him. “not that hard t’ get blood around here with a face like mine,” he boasted, shamelessly tilting his head just to get a better look at the other male’s ass from his angle. the kitsune was wandering into his pack, and his territory, which meant the werewolf was free to do his hunting. “y’d d’ that? curse y’r baby daddy?” he chuckled, taking the threat as casual banter like an old, married couple. they were one, technically. “and how ‘r the kids doin’, hm?” he asked. he hadn’t seen them in a while, especially after he and aurelius split, and zeke went off to father some more pups. it was a miracle zeke remembered their names.

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EZEKIEL WOLFGRIMM MOODBOARD

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howlingglenn:

A loud grunt left Glenn as he was bumped into. He had not had nearly enough to drink for this. “Your scent drew me in,” he admitted. He still wouldn’t dance. It just wasn’t in him. There was a slight frustration that the alpha didn’t seem nearly as interested in him though. “I’m not really the dancing type. Fighting is my sport of choice.”

“THAT MUCH IS FUCKIN’ OBVIOUS, isn’t it, sweetheart?” he puffed out, chuckling at how tense the other male seemed overall. while he swayed to the music, the alpha wolf gripped glenn’s hips and pressed them together. his hand eventually left the other male’s hips to rub soothingly over the small of his waist instead. “relax,” he cooed in glenn’s ear. “how am i gonna stick mine in y’ if y’ have somethin’ up y’r ass already?”

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NORMALLY, PEOPLE WOULDN’T BE so excited upon encountering their ex-spouse after a failed marriage. but when zeke caught sight of his ex-husband in that crowded area where elites were gathered and half-breeds were busy serving drinks, zeke jostled a little in his seat. the alpha male was seated with a few of his pack mates in an outdoors area of the festival where the sake was being served to them endlessly. nearly all of the festival attendees were drinking outside anyway, so the seating accommodations were also outside. and in zeke’s area, a thick smokescreen lingered above their crowded table, the air heavy with the stench of nicotine and char. as his boys laughed rowdily among themselves, zeke excused himself from the merriment and approached the kitsune just as boldly as he had the first time they had met. “well, damn, look at y’,” he chuckled as he grabbed a drink from a tray headed towards their table, and handed it to aurelius. the wolf circled the kitsune slowly, something like a low, approving growl rumbling in the pit of his chest. “come t’ make me regret leavin’, y’, aur?”

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