1x1 with spooky marya

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please do not post unless you are piya or spooky marya!

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marking/will edit in character info here c:
alec fartham, alpha werewolf.
praying this coding will work as well as it did in 2016.

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It's time you met Alec Fartham, the 24-year-old
male. He's got pizzazz and quite the looks,
and is known as the lady's man. He doesn't care though;
he's fun and uplifting. He's quite the optimist
and is positive, and maybe a little bit of a geek.
But don't tell his friends! Alec is a homosexual. Alec's always looking for
a little bit of a fight! But don't fear- he's almost all
bark, and no bite.

When around Alec, be ware. He's got some pretty bad
self-esteem issues and can be aggressive. He's
been reported before for 'unrequited violence', but he
is a perfectly good guy, just with some anger issues. He's
protective and dominant, but inside he's pretty
much a 'soft hearted bugaboo', as his mom likes to call
him. Though he doesn't act like it, he likes the nickname. Alec
is pretty much prone to lady-love- but really, who cares?

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//. sylar armitage warren —
took his mom's last name
instead of his father's.
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• twenty years old
  
• bisexual; toward males
  
• human who doesn't know
  that werewolves exist
  
  
• mother - unknown
  
• father - luke warren
  
• siblings - sheila warren
  
• theme - for your entert—
  ainment - by adam lambert
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Sylar has extreme trust issues ever since both of his parents left him to take care of
his sister, Sheila, all by himself, being the eldest and therefore the head of the fam
ily, and old enough to take care of them both on his own. Therefore, having these t
rust issues makes him insecure - he'll wrap his arms around himself like he's holding
himself together (which he probably is) and avoid eye contact with you, cheeks rosy.

An absolute sweetheart, Sylar is sensitive, has trust issues, and is insecure. When s
omeone betrays him or hurts him in any way the impact will hit him hard and you'll
have to re-earn his trust. He'll melt and forgive you almost immediately if you cudd
le him or hug him - cuddles and hugs are his favorite things in the world, apart from
puppies and starbucks (he'll love you forever if you get him a puppy). He has a part
time job working at an animal shelter and another part time job working on the Res
cue Team at the local aquarium and interacting with the dolphins and animals there.
He has one cat, a black cat named Millicent, who he loves to bits.

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putting various members of the pack here c:

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[ sYLAR IS SO ADORABLE I CANT!!!! should we start? c; ]

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[ THANK YOU! I take pride in him, he's my baby! I can't make the first post only because I have to get to bed on time -- would you mind doing it? ]

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the chill that seeped under the blanket drove it's ragged hand along alec's side, forcing him to wake to an utter boredom and a fierce gnawing at his empty stomach. he groaned in pain, rolling over and facing the blank, heather grey wall that sat, staring him down. the alarm clock, finally ticking to it's time capacity, emitted a buzz so horrific to the ear that alec winced. it was morning routine, however, and the alpha would not show any weakness.
without a sound, he brushed out of the bed with such a ferocity that the bedframe quivered in his wake. alec brushed back the covers, sending unfolded clothing articles and other nicknacks flying. a photo frame slapped him in the back. the man slipped on a crisp white t-shirt, possibly the only clean garment he had at the time. he also put on a black leather jacket to counteract the cold.
combing his dirty blonde hair in a manageable yet messy style, alec brushed his teeth and oiled his contacts.
satisfied he was ready for a new day, alec quickly shoved his wallet and key into his jean pocket, and made his way down the stairs.
when he reached the parlour, he wasn't suprised to see the familiar faces of the other early risers of the pack. alec looked around for a few others, but it seemed as if they were still sleeping. very strange.

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xxxxPale hands twisted into his pillowcase he lay on his bed, limp and trembling until the nightmare passed by, leaving with mental wounds in his heart. He cold feel the tears welling up in his eyes and spilling over, splotching the pillow beneath his hands and head. Shaky, unbalanced breaths through trembling lips. That memory had turned into a nightmare when it had been filled with blood and his screams. His Fox's death was one that had always haunted him, made him draw away from society and shut everyone out but his sister, because she knew him too. Fox had been his first love until he died in his arms. Just thinking of it made him sick. With a final breathy gasp the boy opened his eyes, revealing a blue-green color like that of the sea, let his hands gradually relax, loosening his clenched fingers and muscles slowly until he could pull his trembling hands from his pillow to his chest.
xxxxHe lay there for a moment until his shaky gasps became even breaths, stopped the uncomfortable rattling in his chest, his tears still wet against his cheeks. He reached up and with the backs of his pale hands wiped the tears from his thin skin, throwing his long, pale legs over the side of his bed before getting up, slightly unsteady on his feet, to take a shower. After he did so, his bright orange hair dark and wet, plastered against his forehead from the water, he numbly pulled on a white long sleeved turtleneck, skinny pale blue jeans, and his socks and sneakers without feeling the movement as he did so. His long fingers combed through his hair, splattering the carpet with droplets of water, before he returned to the bathroom to dry and style it in his usual style. Pressing his lips into a tight line he headed downstairs to be greeted with an empty home — Sheila had gone to visit her friends she called "the pack" and there was no Fox — of course there wasn't. He had been buried a few weeks ago. The boy shoved down the lump in his throat before throwing some bread into the toaster and filling Millicent's bowl with cat food and water.
xxxxThe small black kitten mewed at the boy before bounding over to his bowl on his long, spindly legs, making his lips turn into a weak half-smile. After wolfing down the toast he gave Millicent a few strokes from his head to tail, making the kitten purr in delight, before throwing on a dark hoodie over his turtleneck and heading outside, down the familiar path in the woods, the sunlight streaming through the canopy of leaves overhead dappling the forest floor. The boy shoved his hands in the front pocket of his hoodie, letting his mind wander as he walked.

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some noises from the kitchen caught the alpha's attention, and he moved from the living room to the source. there was his friend jaques, the delta of the pack, standing over the sink, small beads of sweat forming at his forehead. behind him, on the island, were plates upon plates of eggs, bacon, sausage, and other classic breakfast foods. the smell of it all made alec's mouth water, but he would much rather wait until his pack members were fed before he succumbed to the delightful idea of a full breakfast. alec placed a tentative hand on jaques' shoulder, which alerted the younger male out of his trance. jaques set down the pan he was washing, bits of eggs scattered around the surface, and offered a weak smile.
"what's with the feast?" alec inquired, gesturing to the stacks of food, which jaques already knew were there. normally the members of the pack would raid the fridge before patrols, never had they really had an organized meal. jaques smiled again.
"it's friday, alpha," jaques said, snorting in amusement. alec nodded. he was the alpha, how could he not remember? the second friday of every month was hunting day.
"well, i've never seen this amount of food in one place," alec murmured, a weak attempt at defending himself. jaques rolled his eyes.
"i'm sending out a larger patrol for today, so i'd like to have everyone fully fed before we go. it'll be shelia, jake, amber, will, cayden, starr, neshaun, and myself. is that alright?" alec blinked, attempting to run a list in his head, then nodded. jaques handed him a cup of coffee.
"it's probably not my place to remind you, but you're very forgetful, so i will anyways. you have to patrol out today to check borders on the east side by the village." alec smiled greatfully, and nodded.
"thank you, jaques. i don't know what i would ever do without you." the alpha left the kitchen, murmuring to himself as he went into the mudroom, grabbing an extra shirt to put on after his shift, and his beloved pair of combat boots. he darted out of the cabin, and shifted rather quickly.
as his wolf form, he bounded into the woods, jumping over fallen trees and running towards the border. he lifted his muzzle, scenting the air, an unfamiliar smell dominating his senses. quickly he shifted, the crackle a bit louder than he would have liked it to. he pulled on the new shirt, placing the old one in his pocket. he would sew it back later.
alec approached the scent, senses still heightened but quickly wearing off.

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xxxxThe boy paused in his treck for a moment, a light breeze ruffling through his orange hair, as he breathed, in and out, the breath spilling from his lips only to be inhaled again. The birds sang through the trees and he could hear the faint movement of small animals rustling about nearby as he took a moment to admire this one, peaceful moment that he almost never had anymore, at least since Fox's death. So he stood there for a moment, letting it seep deep into his veins, let the calming peace wash over him, even if it was just for a moment, his hands pulling from his pockets to hang at his sides. Taking one last deep breath the boy continued his walk along the trail, fixing his hair which had been messed up from the breeze.
xxxxAs he walked the boy recalled the stories Sheila had told him when he couldn't sleep at night, or when he woke up screaming from a nightmare. She had always been there for him, always been someone he trusted and loved, her hands soft as she took his own in hers, held them tightly and told him stories until he fell asleep, never leaving until he did. She knew he loved wolves, knew that if he could he would be one. He could imagine it — the freedom, the only sound of his pounding paws and ragged breaths as he raced through the forest, faster than wind and the only thing he felt was the rythmic bunching of muscle. She had told him stories of the great wolves, ones who were bigger than horses and much more muscular, and stories of men who could turn into wolves — spirit wolves, as she called them. Spirit wolves, the mightiest warriors.
xxxxThe warmth that filled him from head to toe from those memories made one side of his mouth push up in a half-smile. How couldn't he smile? He loved those nights and loved those stories, his brain always filing them away so he could think about them later. When he was young he spent hours not paying attention during class, his mind always on Sheila's stories and on the wolves. That was the best thing about those nights - the stories she told.