full moon dreamer

think wolf, be wolf— or think human, be human you don't get to be both - - - - - - - - - - - - independent oc chatan lockleare fc: haru yoshida please read rules

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Gray Wolf Pack I by OrangeRoom

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Megami blinked, and let her gaze wander around a little, this time, reaching out with her hand and taking the knife carefully from him so as not to cut him. “Thank you, then..uhm…mister….?”

[wolfxboy]

She takes it back and he promptly withdraws his hand, to stuff it into the pockets of his jacket, worrying at his lower lip because knives made him nervous. It was understandable, why humans carried them around— but they still made him wary. He forgoes giving his name. "Why would you carry that around, and then say you didn't want it anymore... when you drop it?"

[wolfxboy]

brothers ( c & o )

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Oliver doesn’t revel over the idea of company (good company to be precise). Attachment leaves a bitter taste on his tongue and for that, he has little to none that he can feel secure around. Never does the concept of crossing paths with a fellow wolf cross his mind. Never does he expect to be here — feeling this way.

Whenever he can, Oliver stays in his wolf form — he’s happier, he feels like he’s closer to a home that he has yet to find. But with lack of safety and the overpowering ratio of humans to wolves, he staggers in doing so. That is why, he adores Chatan. How he’s accepted, how he can feel related, how he’s not so alone after all.

Ivory coat to clash against his polar opposite, he feels a familiar warmth curling up around him. He doesn’t budge. Pointed ears twitch slightly with the younger’s shuffling movement as he stills his body for the sake of the other’s comfort. If there was any place that could be close to home as Oliver wishes could be, it was with Chatan.

There’s a silence filling up in the area, he doesn’t mind as he’s aware of how quiet his opposite can be. But between Oliver and the silence — he likes hearing his ‘brother’ speak. So he breaks it.

                                                               "Are you tired, little one?"

[wolfxboy]

Familiarity blossomed easily between them, maybe it was to be expected, as they were nigh on one in the same. Easier so than he ever could've managed with his own sisters, Winona so much wilder and stronger than he could ever dream to be, she bounded leaps ahead of him and never stopped to look back if he was catching up. Oliver stops, he waits, he's patient. Perhaps it comes from the fact that aside from each other, they had nothing else, that they'd grown so attached to each other but the younger of the two cannot complain about it, not even for a moment. No, instead he wraps into the warm aura his counterpart gives off, only moving to lower his head down to lay in his legs, ears tweaking against his crown at his words. Chatan likes his voice, he thinks, it holds a sense of purpose in it that gives him reason to believe that he could do no wrong. It may be more than he's naive than that Oliver is an unwavering presence of good intention, but it's true.

"Yeah...  I haven't slept enough lately." He shifts, so that his body rolls and his back presses against Oliver's side, constantly moving in order to find some method of laying with him that proves comfortable for more than a few moments.

[wolfxboy]

call them brothers | overstained

Never had he particularly expected to find someone like him, another wolf. Sure, they had their differences, but the fact remained they found comfort in each other, that they could spend an evening sprawled in the grass and doing nothing but existing peacefully within their presence. Chatan liked that. He wasn't the best at conversation, and he suspected he never would be, so to have someone to be around who didn't mind that he was so silent was a blessing within itself. Not that he wouldn't speak when spoken to, but he isn't one to strike up any conversation, unless he had to. The fact that Oliver readily accepted his company, and they formed a companionship based on a mutual searching for something they didn't have a name for yet, perhaps home, Chatan would eternally thank the powers that be for. 

He makes his way over to Oliver, his white fur a stark contrast to the dark of the younger, who much more resembled the night sky than anything else, to collapse next to him, resting his snout on the nape over his neck, to release a sigh, tired and long, letting his spindly legs tangle themselves across the other's. Sleep was something rarely afforded to the traveling canine, so to get in even a moment's rest was something he'd always welcome gratefully. 

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Twenty weeks old Sawtooth pack pups by Jim and Jamie Dutcher

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