☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Danny, Mark|☆
Aspat heard the newcomer before he saw her but no amount of enhanced senses could prepare him for the scowl that was shot his way by the female. He knew he probably deserved it. He felt a faint smirk flash across his lips - a habit he'd fallen into. However, the distinct smell he'd automatically recognised as Pack made it quickly fade.
This wolf, although she was pack, wasn't a friend. Her hatred towards him came off her in offensive waves and Aspat felt his eyebrows knit together in some sort of a defensive snarl. This was an involuntary reaction, as was the next bit.
Aspat felt his vision become cjamged again as his eyes flashed Amber, wavering between human and wolf. His head began to pound and he felt an ache right to the core of his bones.
He felt angry and scared and safe and desperate and...hungry? It was all so confusing.
What the hell..?
☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: The Blades in the forest|☆
Emery watched them come closer, his tail became rigid, stuck out behind him as a warning to the humans. His lips slowly pulled back into a snarl, his nose wrinkling to show off his teeth. His teeth, although slightly rounded and off-colour, where formidable weapons when accompanied with a jaw strength to challenge a shark.
The old wolf could sense that some feared hum while others thought he was too old to he much of a threat.
His shakey knowledge of hand signals allowed him to pick up on a rough idea of what they were planning. He didn't need them all to know that the one closest to him was currently his biggest threat. His slowly turned his head towards a female a few paces behind the aforementioned male. Her.
Emery lowered his rear and his powerful legs were bent down low, muscles rippling under his fur as he positioned himself. He straightened his hind legs and soared towards his target.
His thoughts shifted to Emmy. It was almost like he could smell her, her sweet scent distant and...fearful.
"Emmy?" He said,turning to look where the scent was coming from as he leapt, focus lost.
*Bio Coming Soon*
☆|Tyler Austin|☆|Male|☆
☆|Mark is his man|☆|Human|☆|Professional Prescious boy|☆
☆|Tags: Open|☆
A sparkling white Motus MSTR raced down the quiet roads of Jasper. Black leather jacket, biking boots, thick gloves and a helmet covered the rider in a sea of black. He clearly wasn't local, slowing down at each sign to read it, head seeming to be on a constant swivel for something.
The motorcycle slowed and pulled into the parking lot of the only motel around. It wasn't a dodgy looking place but the white paint was peeling and the neon sign flickered half-heartedly in the window.
The rider pulled up in an empty parking space and kicked down the stand, bracing his legs apart so his feet touched the ground and removing his helmet. A short mop of dark brown hair came free but a now un-gloved hand pushed it up.
Tyler Austin, a 28 year old normal guy with neatly kept stubble and a soft, even spray tan. His dark brown eyes are soft and kind but behind them is a hidden agenda, the gay agenda. A thick layer if sarcasm coats his speech and his pride-flag boxers show slightly above his pants like a crack in his skin showing his true self.
Tyler, or more fondly, Ty, killed the engine of his bike and unzipped his jacket. He left his helmet onntje seat if his vehicle and made his way towards the reception.
The little greeting room was just that, little and ideal for greeting. Soft,yellow light flowed from a small lamp by the desk and large windows allowed the natural light to pour in. The heater
whirred quietly in the background as Tyler made his way over to a rather nice looking woman at the desk.
"Hi, I'm here to see Mr Holloway." He smiled, his soft Queens accent ringing true.
The receptionist smiked back and checked the bookings,a frown crossing his face. "He's not booked in to jave a friend stay?" She said with a questioning look.
"Ah right, you see, Im his boyfriend and he kinda doesn't know I'm coming, I'm here to surprise him." He responded with a persuasive smile.
The woman still seemed slightly skeptical but she nodded, she cpuld sense tjere was no malintention in his voice but if anyone got murdered, she hadn't given him a key.
"Here you are." She said, a put-on bright voice adding to her sliggtly nervous demeanour as she handed over the second key. "Third door on the left, have a good day." She added.
Tyler skilled and shoved a couple of ones into a small tip jar on the desk. They exchanged a final smile as he made his way to Mark Holloway's room.
Unlocking the door was easy but actually opening it was hard. Tyler pushed against the door to find the room in utter disarray. It looked as though Mark had just flung his stuff down and left - never a good sign.
With a sigh, Tyler swung his rucksack off his back and placed it in the bottom if the closest. He then began to unpack Mark's belongings and beaten up the room. It was a quaint little place with paintings of landscapes and cows across the walls. The bed was a double but aired on the side of small with quilted sheets and a faux wolf-fur throw at the foot.
Undressing, Tyler took a quick shower before dressing in some of Mark's clothes. He grabbed his bag again,checking the contents and nodding before putting his jacket back onnamd heading out. Tyler locked the door, waved to the receptionist and got bakc on his bike.
With his helmet back on, Tyler made his way towards the large forest at the edge of town.
Tyler was a normal guy from Queens but he had one hell of a secret,
(He's spider-man) his boyfriend is a werewolf.
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