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once the wards of a supernatural management agency, a father and son must now run for their lives.

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I. cisgender malexx.x.x.xxIV. 54 years old
II. heteroflexiblexxxxxxxxxV. august 12th
III. widowerxxxxxxxxxxxxxVI. leo

VII. 162 lb [73.48 kg].x.x.xxX. fair toned
VIII. 6'0" [182.88 cm]xx.x.xXI. hazel eyes
IX. healthyxx.xx.xxxx..xxxXII. ash brown hair

scars from bite wounds on left shoulder
body mods none [unless you count screws]

fc. mads mikkelsen || font
lyrics are by dolly parton dont @ me smh

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joel has had a fairly rough time of it--his happy life and successful career were shattered by a traumatic encounter with the supernatural al
most 18 years ago to the day. his loving wife was bitten by a malefactor; the incident was written off as a random attack, but it triggered a
change in her. joel was not there to witness the deaths of his children, but when he arrived home he was greeted with a sight that would
linger in his mind daily for a decade... and then some. he was able to fend the newborn off with the family gun, and was still alive when the
bureau came to his rescue. despite being bitten, he did not undergo a transformation himself, and spent three years trying to get back on his
feet. unable to reconnect with his remaining family, and unable to go back to his once lucrative and rewarding career, joel was offered a
position with the bureau in order to make something of himself. he's been on team epsilon almost since its inception, and his experience as
a surgeon has come in handy many times during his history with the BSA. after all this time, it was a shock to him that he would inevitably
turn into a flesh-hungry supernatural predator like his late beloved, but he has shown his own extranormal properties over the years. would
it be overthinking to say that he's in much better shape than a man his age with more coffee in his veins than blood should be? probably, but
between that and his immune system more like an ostrich than a man, he can't help the paranoia. joel did his best to keep it under wraps,
but the nightmares never went away and confronting a raging newborn never really gets any easier. that said, on the outside he's got nerves
of steel; he's the person you want on your side in emergencies, with steady hands and a generous heart. he's not very animated, and has
his own quiet way of doing things that just makes sense once you get to know him. the way he talks and the expressions he says it with are
often a little mismatched, but don't mistake his even tone for a lack of affection. he cares very deeply about his teammates, and he's quite
proud of their accomplishments. he's got a nickname for everyone, and he rarely gets angry just... disappointed. he hasn't been the same
since he became a true wolf, struggling to survive through the deep trough of depression he's been tossed into. at least, even if he has lost
everything else, he has duncan... but what are they going to do now?

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i. duncan lysand walker ii. the malefactor iii. 26 y/o
iv. cismale v. he/him/his vi. bisexual vii. six foot three
viii. intimidating and growly voice that carries authority
ix. med blond hair x. pale silver, almost white eyes
xi. smells subtly of woodsmoke and black coffee
xi. outdoorsy casual clothing, generally leather
jackets and jeans, thick sweaters and clunky boots, often
with hoods and face masks to hide his appearance
xii. lives in a quaint log cabin on the outskirts of town

xiii. fc; lucas till xiv. code xv. mood board

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Duncan never learnt what was good for him. he was raised
to believe that he was a monster that couldn't be controlled,
that he didn't deserve to be treated like a human.

he was turned at such a young age that he never knew how
to be a normal kid. he found himself in the lockers much
more as a kid than an adult, to help curb his rampant
bloodlust. but to no avail, everyone views him as a lost
cause... except Joel, Joel saw something more than just
A stray.
Despite losing his own sense of humanity, And resorting
to ferality to keep himself safe. Duncan always had a soft
Spot for the man who actually tried to get to know him.
But even with that, Duncan was labelled a lost cause, and
Soon he discovered his pa was one too.
But that would never happen, not on Duncan’s watch.
He would protect Joel until his dying breath.
pos. confident, perceptive, charismatic, honourable, firm
neg. chaotic, unhinged, aloof, aggressive, rebellious
neu. stubborn, proud, reserved, disruptive, sly, sarcastic

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'Dicio lycan'
able to shift on command
unless it's the full moon

xvi. blond fur/white eyes
xvii. insane senses
xviii. larger than avg

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textjoel stared down at the bowl duncan had set before him on the table, tired eyes trained somewhere distant. the last few
days were a blur in his mind, the ache in his body the only reminder of a life that he'd once lived. he didn't remember it all, his
mind was too rattled from it, but the days after remained painfully clear at the forefront of his memory. well-wrapped bandages
and itchy gauze shifting around his collar caused pepper's face to flash before him as he reached out to take hold of a fork. the
wolf's dark brows knit tightly together, thoughts of a lieutenant almost invasive. eggs, bacon, mostly protein... but no potatoes.
surely by this time, he should have been adjusted to change. joel had done it before, after all; he'd had to uproot his life and
go somewhere else, had to leave everything known and comfortable to him behind without the option to turn back. that was a
bit easier said than done... he was old, and it only grew more difficult to adapt with time.

textand yet, as he healed he felt stronger than he had in years. the wolf in him was awake, now, and there was little he could
do other than accept that fact. a wolf's body was much more resilient than a man's, didn't age or depreciate as steep or as fast
as a human's did. just two weeks ago, he'd been filing papers for early retirement as his bones crackled and his joints offered
their weary complaints. the former doctor felt better now than perhaps he ever did, had wrestled with a werewolf and taken
a bullet to the sternum with relative ease. his psychological state was in a much worse state than his physical one, and it was
a realization that made him miss lee all the more. and andy... joel took a bite of his food as his eyes burned, his vision misting
and his fingers quivering more than he would like.

texteverything was gone. the taste of blood on his tongue wouldn't go away, no matter what he tried to drown it with. whiskey,
coffee, soap... nothing helped erase the tang of it, and that alone made him fearful of how long he'd have to live with it. days?
months? would it be part of him until he died? lord, he could hardly stand the thought... to carry that like he carried the images
of his found family, their looks of fear and of pity and of guilt. he hated that, almost as much as he'd begun to hate himself. fat
tears began to bead on his lashes and spill over, running to his chin as he chewed slowly, deliberately on his food. he nodded, a
slow, thinking nod, and tried to ground himself in the salty, savory taste of a fulfilling breakfast. he needed to at least try, to
give some effort in brainstorming an option for the future. they couldn't stay here, as much as joel wanted that to be the truth.
the BSA would come for them, and he was too old in their eyes to completely relearn life, or to adapt to the outside world as
something foreign to himself. they'd put him down, probably put the both of them down. like they'd tried to with the fiery pup.

texthe owed it to duncan to at least try.

textjoel reached out and rested a heavy palm on duncan's back, patting him firmly as he swallowed and cleared his throat. "it's
good," he rasped softly, his voice more somber, more soft than he intended. "...real good, kid."

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He would do anything to keep his Pa comfortable... Duncan realized that as he poured the remnants of the mostly sausage hash into a large steaming bowl and set it down on the kitchen table. Joel sat there in silence, and the blond refused to let the whimper grow louder in his own throat. It had been only a few days since everything hit the fan, and the lycan knew that eventually, they would need to leave. The damage the pair had caused would surely get them sent to their deaths, and Duncan knew he wouldn't be able to escape his sentence anymore... they would put the two of them down.

bacon, sausage, eggs... a greasy breakfast meant to put some meat on your bones. And Duncan knew that his pa needed it. his hands were shaky and his breathing was shallow, he probably wouldn't eat unless Duncan forced him to... he gently pushed the bowl in front of Joel and offered a small smile. his own body was wrecked, covered in bruises and cuts from their escape from the facility, he couldn't even bare to look at himself in the mirror at the blotchy purple and green skin that mingled with his scars. he shook his head, muscles tensing.

he was still in his pjs, a pair of flannel pants and a white tank. he didn't look at himself; he rarely recognized himself when he wore anything less than three layers... and he didn't want to change, that meant he would have to see himself in the mirror. Usually, he wouldn't dare show skin in front of others, fearing they'd ask questions, but Joel had been there... Joel had helped him when it happened.

He was slow to move as well, sitting in front of his bowl in silence for several long moments before he took a few bites. He hadn't eaten in days, looking after his pa and his injuries as he got used to his wolf. His own wolf was at war with his mind, telling Duncan that he needed to hunt, or rip something apart. he grit his teeth, ducking his head as he chewed, feeling the urge to shift in the back of his mind like a monster waiting underneath a child's bed. He didn't need to deteriorate in front of pa... he couldn't do that to joel.

He ate slowly, his teeth biting into his cheek to the point where his meal was tainted with the coppery tang of blood in the back of his throat. He grimaced but remained as still as he could as he took bite after bite, slowly forcing himself to eat the rest of his breakfast. He had a smaller bowl than his pa, he required more food anyways as he was healing from more wounds and required the nutrients. He cleaned up the dishes as Joel reached out and rested a hand on his back. Duncan tensed naturally, but quickly forced himself to relax and look over at his pa with a small grin.

"I'm glad you like it pa." He replied, his own voice scratchy and raw. He was reminded of his screaming, his throat still not yet healed from the past couple of days. His grey eyes looked up at his pa, taking in his build. He was indeed getting stronger again, Duncan remembered how old Joel looked only a couple of weeks ago... He hadn't had the heart to tell his pa that he was going to burst sooner or later; he had smelled it.

He found his pa in the lockers, beaten up, shot, and bloody and waiting to be shipped off to his demise. Duncan realized at that moment he would probably risk his life against any of the members of that organization to protect his pa... even some that he had grown to call friends. Duncan himself had grown unhinged in that moment and his pa was hopefully unaware of his violent encounters leading up to him arriving at the lockers alone; bending the bars in order to allow Joel to slip through. His wolf was telling him to rip into the stupid member that decided to stuff his pa there, but his main goal was getting his pa to safety at that point.

He still had blood on his tank top, Duncan realized as he put his dishes in the sink. It was the same one from the past couple days and he was probably the smelliest wolf in a twenty-mile radius. He needed to actually get dressed today, he hoped he could. "What are you thinking for a plan today?" He asked, frowning when his voice came out as if a croak. They couldn't stay here, and he knew that, joel knew that too. They could start packing to move out, but he wasn't sure which direction to go... every direction would lead them to trouble.

They would cross that bridge when they go to it... He looked over at his pa, trying to offer a brave grin when really he was terrified...

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textjoel noticed the way duncan started at his touch, the man's eyes softening with a tinge of sorrow. poor kid... the bruises lingering on his skin were deep and painful-looking, and the scars that had become a permanent part of him reminded the former emt of dark days. his thumb brushed over duncan's back once, a sympathetic attempt to comfort the younger wolf. he didn't doubt that the kid was feeling broken up, too; there was no going back from what happened now, and neither of them could pretend that there was. scratchy, raw voices and a somber air... joel wondered if he could even survive starting all over, but he had to try. and... even if he'd lost andi and the whole rest of his found family, he still had one kid here who needed him. he wasn't about to give up.

text"i think..." he huffed softly, brows knitting. "that i just might. the BSA's been all over the place lately, spread too thin for their own good, if i'm being totally honest. the thing with that fire puppy made it clear 'nough. you got a map?" the man turned, wandering back toward the table as he scratched absently at his chin. if they could get somewhere neglected in all the chaos, they'd have a better chance of being able to fly under the radar... though how long wasn't exactly guaranteed. they could try to skip the country, head up towards canada or down into mexico, but if the US had the BSA, then either country was likely to have their own version of supernatural regulation. either way, they needed something for the interim. "i've got money... more than i knew what to do with until now, to be honest. getting it will probably alert the BSA though, so we'll have to do something like that at the literal last possible second. they already know we're here, it's only a matter of time before andi sniffs us out or alex comes breaking down the door guns blazing. god... what a mess."

textthe irony wasn't lost on him. this had all started when a homeless werewolf decided to take a chunk out of his wife's arm, and now... here they were, about to be two homeless, wandering wolves themselves. the taste of blood on joel's teeth brought him back from the edge of drifting off, reminded him that if he wasn't careful, that would be him. no. he'd never hurt a human, not as long as he lived. he'd do anything to prevent that from happening, anything at all... his stormy gaze slid back to where duncan washed dishes, and his hand moved to slide up through his salt and pepper hair. no, it wouldn't. he had to keep strong for this kid, period. no ifs, ands, or buts, no letting his mind wander to places it shouldn't be. he had to focus.

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Duncan washed dishes in silence as his pa spoke. The blond tried not to look at him, fearing the worst each and every time, he had watched his pa age before his very eyes in mere weeks back at the BSA and each time Duncan chanced a look at him, it reminded him of the way Joel would deteriorate each day. It scared him, and even though his pa was getting stronger with every passing hour now that his wolf was there, it still worried Duncan that it might only be a temporary relief.

He felt his eyes on his back and shoulders, it made his skin burn but he resisted the urge to shrink in on himself under his pa's gaze. It wasn't scrutinized, and he had to repeat it to himself that Joel was the one who saved his life, he had nothing to fear. He listened to his pa and he spoke in that same gravelly voice that he had grown so comforted by, and his muscles relaxed under the calming touch of a father. Everything would be okay, he was sure of it. And he would make it to his dying breath to ensure that.

He was going back on the road, as he was so used to. He could sense Joel's unease over it, but Duncan knew the wild better than most wolves his age, he had been travelling on his own for so long that it was second nature to be on the run at this point. The itch to run was always at the back of his mind, whether he felt he had settled or not. The past ten years that he had settled in this cabin in the woods was the worst for it, it pushed him to cause chaos instead of running. He hadn't wanted to run again.

And now the itch was back in full swing; like a tick that he couldn't scratch.

He dried off his hands as he looked over to Joel, scanning his facial features as he spoke. He did have a map. He disappeared around the corner of the small cabin only to reappear a moment later with a large map of the city and surrounding woods. It was crumpled and had ripped at the corners like he just pulled it off a wall... (he had) He set it down on the now-cleared-off kitchen table. "This was how I planned my movements most of these years..." He mumbled, not really minding if Joel was listening or not.

He had scribbled across a lot of the district and roads in a variety of colours that seemed to be keyed somewhere. To his pa it probably looked like a toddler went ham on the thing like it was a blank canvas, but to Duncan all the squiggles made perfect sense. There were red circles around the area that the BSA was stationed, as well as much larger areas to indicate wolf packs. different coloured lines indicated movements and regular routes of police, agents, wolves, and other monsters that he didn't want to run into.

He pressed a knuckle to the northern half of the map. "We can travel this way with little resistance, but we'd have to avoid the highway. His back ached at the mere thought of it, and he wondered if Joel would recognize the route, he hoped he didn't. They had a higher chance of crossing into British Columbia than they did staying in the states. "With luck we can get into Canada, there's much more wilderness up there and its less likely that we will run into any agencies if we can lay low there." he explained with a gruff voice.

Were they really going to leave the country? Duncan decided that it would be the best idea to try and do so... but they had to be careful. With this area having much more wilderness, there were many packs that didn't like lone wolves. Duncan resisted the urge to shudder at the thought of it, instead he clenched his bruised knuckles until they turned white. His breath hitched for a hot moment, but two wolves were stronger than one. and He promised himself that he would never freeze up like that again.

"I have some emergency cash stored here along with getaway packs... It'd be easier to use that until we can ensure we can get away if we take out anything. cash is easier to prevent a trail anywhere. He thought about Andi, Eli, and Jake... He didn't want to leave them but he had no other choice. With the order to kill hanging over his and Joel's head every way they turned, they needed to flee. They wouldn't try to rehabilitate them now... and he knew that even if he had friends within the BSA, there was little they could do with this situation.

He took a deep, steadying breath, despite it turning shaky. He looked at his pa. "I'll follow you." He promised.

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textjoel's eyes followed the map as duncan set it down, pressing it against the table. he stepped closer, reaching to press the rough pad of an index finger to one of the marked areas. he knew those, had seen them marked on BSA maps and GPS layouts more times than he could count. it was strange to be studying civilian maps after all his years with them, but he'd know them anywhere, a clawing instinct in his gut that told him where home could be found. only, it wasn't home anymore. "...this is us, ain't it. bureau outposts... and movement patterns." he traced the lines to the city, his tired eyes sharpening in a way they hadn't in some time. brows thoughtfully furrowed, he he tapped twice where his hand stilled. "and the police. so these must be what? pack patrols and other class three territories, reckon..." his hand came up to scratch his chin.

textthe highway. joel knew that, and he knew why they had to steer clear. the man wasn't afraid of them, and he was certain any pack would know better than to attack someone they thought to be an agent. only if they didn't, no one would come running to bail him out this time around. a vest and a badge wouldn't stop a pack from tearing his shoulder straight out of its socket. "canada sounds like a solid bet. m'afraid i don't know an awful lot about what systems they got up there, but just about anywhere tends to allot a little more freedom than the land of the free and the brave," he scoffed bitterly, almost sadly. his hand found duncan's shoulder again, giving a reassuring squeeze. "if we move fast, we can head off the alert before it gets too urgent and we have our faces plastered all over the damn place. it can only get us so far, but we've got a better chance if we can slip through the cracks while the big guns are busy trying to get a handle on this level one threat nonsense."

textand then duncan was looking to him.

textjoel looked back at his son, holding his gaze for a long moment. the hair on the back of his neck bristled at the thought of a hair on that boy's head being harmed, and he squeezed his shoulder once more. "...i won't let anything happen to you, kid. understand? we're gonna make it out of here just fine. i dare some wolf out there to get cocky and step up to me because i swear to god i'll disconnect a man's jaw and beat the living daylights out of him with it before i let anything happen to you again. you take care of the navigation, and if we run into anyone you let me handle it. alright?"

textmaybe it was the wolf inside of him, but joel felt stronger than he had in a long time. the last two decades had been a haze, a deep and thick fog that only just now cleared. as he shook the dew from his fur and felt the sun on his face, he found something inside himself that pushed him on. he didn't want to survive or persist. he wanted to live, to truly live. duncan was as much his son as the children he had buried. he wouldn't bury this golden pup too.