#howlinginhale

[ofcodes-blog]

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                    "Seems I already have a welcoming committee here for me."

[eternallyxbarefoot]

                           "So we meet again, handsome...                                                                                                                     --- Miss me?"

           { Oh how she loves playing with Derek Hale; he takes things oh so seriously and in all honesty it's thrilling. }

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[heretoprotectyou]

+6 it was worth it.

"You gonna explain where the hell you've been?"

[littlebrokensurvivor]

Shopping Spree [Closed]

Laura's clothes didn't have the best fit. It appeared that she never did catch up to Laura's height with long pants that dragged with every step. Exhaling, Cora rolled up her pant legs, still roaming around in her black tank. "I can deal with these clothes," Cora reassured. "You don't have to do this. We don't need to go shopping. Derek, really. This is fine. It's more than I need." 

[alphaxarchive]

What's going on?

Well as most of you know, there are two very special days this month that need celebration. On February 14th it's Erica's birthday, and on the 28th it's our first anniversary as mun and muse. 

Today I'm going to celebrate by giving you our follow forever! On the 28th I will have another separate post, so keep your eye out for that!

Please do not be offended if you're not on this list, I have the memory of a goldfish. 

➤ a huge thank you goes to the creator of this graphic, Elly.  ➤ italics are my close friends as well as roleplay partners.

ALLISON ARGENT

daughterstobeleaders ❖ monstrefille

CORA HALE

shewolfwithclaws ❖ vincietur

DEREK HALE

bigbadxsourwolf ❖ howlinginhale ❖ sassmasterhalejr  

ISAAC LAHEY

allisonbreathe ❖ beatenbeta ❖ laheylycan

LYDIA MARTIN

deathwailer ❖ iamsomething ❖ standinginagraveyard ❖ strawberry-blonde-savior 

SCOTT MCCALL

alphasroar ❖ mccallinscott ❖ prodigiousstrength

MORE

boydmilton ❖ goldenjackson ❖ howlinglaurahale ❖ powertoholdon ❖ shroudedxheart ❖ thetwinsofbeaconhills

OC'S

devanreyes ❖ deputyargent ❖ finstockwithclaws ❖ jostilinski ❖ runawayargent ❖ skylar-rockwell

[tragicxmelodyarchive-blog]

Steps to Follow

      She hadn't touched her dinner, she didn't practice cello for an hour after doing her homework, she hadn't even done her homework. All she could remember was the dark hallway, the giant hovering over her and opening his mouth to expose fangs glistening in saliva.

       One bite. On the right side of her torso.

       She could hear her parents talking about how worried they were about her as they sat in their bedroom. Down stairs. She could hear their hearts beating in their chest,  and they smelt different now. Her nose flared just by being closed to her mother because the scent that cloaked the woman's clothes was definitely not the same scent she smelt on her father.

      It was all too much and not enough at all, and the worse part? She had to sit in her room and pretend it all wasn't going on.

      She had looked the mark once and only once because it was fading. It had been bloody and gruesome, and it made Paige sick to her stomach while she was still at the school. The moment she got home and checked on it? It could resemble a scab. She didn't doubt it was fully healed now.

      The night time creatures were moving. Owls hoo-ing and batwings fluttering. Mice were scattering about outside and Paige had to drop to her bed, head in hands because it was all too much.

[nottobecrossed]

[Companion]

Marcus followed in step behind Eden and Sydney, looking at his feet rather than the scenery around him.

“You seem tense.” Eden said, ever calm and ever demure, as she glided through the streets. His elder ‘sister’ was a rare beauty, given all the characteristic of Snow White; minus of course the fairy tale princesses sweet disposition and ability to speak with animals. Had he been straight, or still pretending to be straight like in his youth, she would have been the type of woman he would like to marry.

“This is barbaric.” He muttered to the floor.

“Don’t be so morose.” Sydney chided, ever whimsical and short sighted, as she strode aside her maker with her head held high. His sister’s progeny was a classic beauty, with golden hair and big brown eyes, like how you imagine Miss America if she were truly vicious and cunning. Had he been straight, or still pretending to be straight like in his youth, she would have been the type of woman he would like to fuck. “You’re long over do for a replacement.”

“They’re people, Sydney, not an appliance.” Marcus hissed the whole ordeal still leaving a bad taste in his mouth.

Long ago, before Marcus was made but not before Eden, the vampires of the world had decided to ‘step into the light’ as it were and become well known members of society. They felt entitled, he supposed, to partake in the world they had helped shape from the shadows. Others, the humans, had not agreed. They had tried to fight back at first, but with the superior strength of the vampires (in their knowledge and pockets, thought their actual strength was advanced) they quickly squashed the opposition. Now the vampires ruled like aristocrats in this new world as if they had since the dawn of time, and the world ticked on.

The three of them come to the gilded building that is their destination and are immediately greeted by the pudgy mistress of the house, eager to serve her affluent clients of the Cross Clan.

Ah, one thing Marcus forgot to mention. In agreement between the two sides, public feeding on the masses was outlawed. Instead, vampires bought ‘companions’ to keep by their side for this…chore and others. But to Marcus, it didn’t matter what you called them, they were still slaves.

“Ah! Madams and Monsieur Cross, what a pleasure!” The lady of the house (slave house he thought bitterly) greeted with a deep curtsy Marcus was scared she’d throw her back out with.

“Madam Reese, it is always a pleasure.” Eden returned with the hint of a smile, tipping her head just the faintest to human. “We’ve come to see you because my brother is in need of a new companion.”

‘Slave’ Marcus corrected angrily, but kept his mouth shut.

“I also might be looking for a newer model.” Sydney chirped beside her maker.

“You already have a harem at home, Sydney.” The elder vampire reprimanded and her progeny pouted.

“Yes, but I’ve grown bored with some of them.” The blonde was insatiable. Whether it came to blood, sex, or drinking, it was no wonder she was bored already. “I’ll trade you two for a new one. Or at the very least a discount on the new one.”

Marcus felt his stomach turn, discussing people like they were live stock to be bartered. Disgusting.

The Madam said that she had something for all of them, despite Eden’s refusal (she had found a companion years ago that she was quite fond of, who Marcus thought she might even love), and ushered them to the back. The men and women scatter to sit on the ornate couches or cushions on the floor. They want to look presentable, to get picked. Though why anyone would want to get picked was beyond him.

Sydney is more into the process than him; she inspects each man and woman like a fine vase to decorate their home, pulling them up by their collars for a full look before sitting them back down. He hated it.

But, this was how things were. And he was in need of a new donor, the girls refusing to let him bum off theirs anymore, and to be honest….he was lonely.

He walked around the room, barely glancing at most of the men, or perhaps he should pick a girl to resist the confusion of last time, and his eyes fall on a young man with dark hair and bright eyes in the back. “What’s your name?”

[ceruleaneyedlycan]

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      It was questionable as to why Jackson was in Beacon Hills again. After so long away, one would assume that he would loathe to return to the place that had warped him into a monster and left him for dead, twice. Part of him hoped England would be a new start, a fresh start. But not a month into his new life and Jackson had a familiar weight dipping onto his bed at night and things fell into old habit. He had to focus more, make sure he didn't wolf out and slaughter his father or worse, his apparent oblivious mother. Yes as David would remind him, he wasn't their real son therefore he was doing nothing wrong. Never had Jackson felt like he had deserved anything more in those few months. After all the hell he went through, he was still in the same position, still muffling cries into his pillow and scraping his skin raw in the mornings. The only respite was the occasional message from none other than Derek.       They were spaced months apart, short and to the point and making sure Jackson was alive and his kill count hadn't risen. It was those texts, even if he hadn't received one in a while that weighed in his mind the more time dragged on until eventually David announced they were all taking a trip back to America for some huge case he's landed. Jackson couldn't help but wonder how his client would feel being represented by someone who abused his 'not' kid. So Jackson had been back on the states for a few weeks, reveling in the warmth yet bearing the brunt of his father's frustrations. It wasn't until a particularly brutal night when David mentioned about spending more time together since his marks didn't last anymore, that Jackson had fled.        First in anger at Derek for giving him the bite and making things worse, then at himself for being so fucking weak, for all his talk about being the best and trying to make someone proud; all some deep rooted tear in his attempt to make his parents proud enough to love him. By the time his anger had faded, he was nearly at Beacon Hills and without further thought, he just continued. He wasn't entirely sure why, his destination firstly being the Hale house only to discover Derek was no longer resident there. It did cross his mind to call on other people but the longer Jackson spent there, he felt... strange. Cold almost, but not in a way he could place despite the familiarity creeping across his skin. Taking a breath, he latched onto Derek's scent and followed that instead. He didn't spare a thought for his parents, instead focusing on Derek Hale and how he would be warm. Someone safe, surely he would help him? Derek was an Alpha after all.       He arrived at some sort of loft, run down on the outside but warm on the inside when he stepped through the doors and headed up on the life, careful to not be too quite. Last thing he wanted was to surprise Derek and have their... reunion? start on a sour note.

[thetwistedargent]

Long Time No See || howlinginhale

To say that Kate Argent had an eventful day was a big fucking understatement. Up until a few hours ago she had been dead. Yes, dead. Stone-cold, body buried six feet under, decomposed, no beating heart, dead. Well, not anymore. Kate was very much alive and breathing. Some twisted, psychotic fool had used some dark magic and the Nematon to raise her from hell. Kate just assumed that she was in hell. To be honest, everything went blank after the sting of Peter's claws ripping her throat. 

It was like no time had passed. She could remember everything vividly from that night. She could remember the cool air, the rain, the slight charred smell, and of course the feeling of Peter's dirty claws against her neck. Kate let out an involuntary shiver at the thought as she stepped into the old elevator. 

Kate knew that she died. That was pretty obvious, especially since whoever raised her from the dead left her a lovely little note explaining the current situation in Beacon Hills, and was nice enough to give her the date. Kate Argent had been dead for almost two years, and big shocker, Beacon Hills had really gone to shit in her absence. Man, this town had problems. Werewolves were running around doing whatever the hell they wanted, and even her own niece was using druid magic to unleash a hell storm on this town.

Yeah, a mess of darkness was coming to Beacon Hills, and someone in their infinite wisdom decided that they needed Kate. Of course they needed Kate. She was the best hunter this world had even seen, even if she make a few mistakes, one of which got her killed. Kate was afraid of nothing and could take on whatever was headed to Beacon Hills. Too bad she had no idea who the hell brought her back, or what exactly the master plan was.

All she had was a stupid note that looked like a two year old had written, and she needed answers.

Kate wanted to know who would do this, and only one person popped into her head: Derek. He was the only person that she could imagine would believe that she'd actually have a good side to her and would be willing to help Beacon Hills with it's little supernatural problem. And, if she was being completely honest, he was the only person that she'd actually want to talk to in this lame town. Kate always had a soft spot for Derek, even if she did try to kill him a few times.

This thought was how Kate ended up knocking at Derek's loft door. It was surprisingly easy to find out where he lived, even for a hunter that had been dead for nearly two years. He really should know better by now.

[mccallofthewild]

Melissa had just broken the news to Scott. This was the twenty first freaking century. Arranged marriages didn't happen. He wasn't some desperate boy pining for a better life in a faraway kingdom. Was this the only way that Derek could find someone? And why the hell was it him? His mother had given him some kind of bullshit reasoning, but he didn't buy it. He became the true alpha and all of a sudden he was getting married to Derek? There was something more to this and Derek was going to own up.

And that's why he was in Derek's front yard, calling him out with an angry gruffness in his voice. This wasn't what he wanted. Maybe he and Allison had broken up and that was in his past, but that didn't mean he wanted to arranged married. He still had options. He still had a chance. He was good looking and likable and he could find someone that he wanted, damn it.

"Derek! Get out here!"

[stagpottah]

+2

"You uh,

          you wouldn't mind telling me where the bloody hell I am,

   would you?"

[motorheadhunter]

the danger is i'm dangerous, and i might just tear you apart.

                    [i'm gonna catch ya                               i'm gonna get ya, get ya                         Oh, ah, oh           I wanna taste the way that you bleed, oh                   You're my kill of the night]

     Dean didn't usually take on possible Werewolf hunts on his own, usually Sam came with him at least and even then they preferred to have a third and a fourth hunter to assist. Because it wasn't unknown for an attack be that of a pack. But Sammy and him hadn't been talking for almost a week now, leaving Dean to do it on his own because he was too stubborn to ring Gareth or any of his other hunter friends to ask for help.

           So, here he was, in a little town called Beacon Hills in California.

  At least it was a good location, he didn't get to got to California very often, so that was just an added bonus. Of course, he drove and it took a while, but he was soon pulling up into the town, finding it not how he'd expected it to be, lots of trees.

       No beaches that he could see. Damnit.

  He'd asked around about the murders, talked about suspects to many people, just getting their opinions. And it was strange but the name that stuck out most was someone by the name of Derek Hale. He'd gotten the address from the local police station, charming it out of the receptionist before he'd driven around, the picture of the man stuck to his sunshade so he didn't miss him. And it wasn't long before he'd found him and was slowly driving back, following him to see what he was up to, keeping in his car and keeping a distance back.

[livingbyacodearchive]

Double Surprise ll Chris & Derek

   [         As a pair of identical steel doors pull back from each other so as to              make way for someone to exit the roomy elevator, hues that are              reminiscent of the daytime sky languidly drink in the sight of an all too              familiar number. 402. The modest place should be eerily serene and                   practically empty seeing as the rightful owner has ventured nowhere              near it for more than the entirety of a full month. Both corners of lips              that are still chilled from being caressed by the cold night air outside              slowly lower themselves to form a minuscule frown. An unmasked              expression of absolute dissatisfaction as he does not particularly wish              to be reminded of his most recent and quite possibly even most tragic              failure thus far. It continues to take presence as one of his two hands              steadily moves to make use of the keys that are tightly being gripped.              Surprisingly enough, the sight that he is instantly met with once the              lock that is intended to keep the place securely protected is unlocked              is one that does not meet his expectations. A particular scent heavily              clings to the off white colored walls that comprise the somewhat              spacious hallway. It does not manage to bring to mind any memories              of the fallen huntress who used to call the apartment home prior to              his most immediate departure. The daughter whose death successfully              compelled him to take his instant leave the moment the most recent              war reached its inevitable end. No, the smell is far more masculine and              it speaks of someone who has kept the single unit occupied for quite              some time. Someone who continues to walk among those who have not              yet reached the end of their journey. Determining the true identity of               the intrusive figure is definitely not a task that cannot be completed              without ease. For the invasive individual in question has just been kind              enough to make his presence known to the obviously confused man.    ]                                            ❝ D e r e k. Mind telling me why you're house sitting? ❞

[indierppositivity]

howlinginhale and iamyouralphanow are two of the sweetest and most accurate Dereks I've ever had the pleasure of interacting with. They deserve more recognition for being such talented writers and beautiful people!