houndofappleby

[houndofappleby]

KIT HARINGTON as Dane Whitman/Black Knight Eternals (2021) | dir. Chloé Zhao

[houndofappleby]

he did not trust him, did not trust the sharp, deep smell that made something in his stomach twist and his insides to drip. did not trust the way his nose seemed to pick up on that too. those eyes, not alike but not unlike the monster who ruined all he held dear.

he half snarled at being called hound by this stranger, this witch. how dare he? alden never claimed ownership over the woods. never gave him the right to adress him as such. the flower was... strange, suspicious, what sort of spell was the witch attempting to catch him in?

or did he just want to overpower him, to own him like the man who'd lay dying at his feet before he was taken to this strange place? he grabbed it, hesitantly. a moan slipping his lips, low, but audible, at the touch of hands. his body was warm, feverish, even through the rain and the alpha, brough relief that his body ached to chase. hole clenching, empty, wet. soaking up his pants some, again.

by the gods, when would this end? "i- thank you." he said. the flower, he knew it. but it was, he wasn't sure why he was being given it. what games this witch played? why the hells did it have to involve him? "i don't know this place, or the people in it. and i don't trust your kind." witches, and alphas both.

he stepped away, almost trembling, hand on the tree, insides twisting, aching, needing. another moan, and he bit his lip, pressed his fist, closed around the flower into his face. wetness seeped into his pants, dripped down his leg. no... no...

"you should go now." he warned, begged, eyes flashing yellow, ears growing, sharpening. the hound of appleby's body turning against him.

eochaidh hit the jackpot.

any sensible alpha could sense an unmated omega in heat, and a virgin (for all intents and purposes that was relevant to him anyway) one at that. and any sensible alpha knew that really shouldn't stand. it was in their best interests to change that. for the greater good of the community. and his knot.

from the outside looking in, one could almost assume the picture before them was romantic. two men under a tree as the rain poured down. alpha and omega, almost huddling close for warmth. the truth however was a little more uncertain. "you don't own these woods, hound." but there was no malice in his words, unlike the other. no, hostility wouldn't do when eochaidh had a goal in mind. at least not at first. the witch liked to turn on the charm. and well, if that didn't work then he had other means of asserting himself. "a peace offering." he held out the flower, sincere as he could be.

the wolf had a strange aura about him. new in town at the very least, or perhaps he'd just never noticed him before — an unlikely notion. mayhaps a little more than just new in town; the way he held himself just seemed... different. odd. he's heard of stories of people not used to their natures. "you don't seem comfortable around these parts... except here." is he offering a welcoming hand? (not literally though.) maybe. ulterior motive involved? definitely. not that mr. hound needed to know about that.

[houndofappleby]

everything is different. the place, the smells, the people. the language sounds strange and offputting, too different from what he had once not even pondered on before. those were far from the only changes, after the strange man with the strong smell ruined the life he had made...

his body, turned against him, with cravings and desires unlike him. shameful need, a weakness around others with that same smell. the unnerving slick pouring out of him, the feverish heat of his body... the woods though, those were the same. the bits of it left untouched by these strange men, this strange town.

he found comfort and familiarity in it. he found it suited him better than sticking around the others, finding words that didn't fit his mouth to communicate with strangers. the rain was... well rain. he would survive, had he known the man would be under that tree he would've avoided it. taken any downpour.

the water masked his scent, but from up close, it sent shivers down his spine. body preparing as he held back a snarl. always the hound, now more than ever.

of course he'd seen him around, hanging on that strange smelling building, with concotions that seldom signified good things. he might be centuries out of his time but he knew a witch when he saw one and he wasn't fond of it. "have you been following me, witch?" he accused, canines sharpening as he stood next to him in the tree, smell filling his nostrils and making his body shiver as if in cold, longing for his warmth. it made him even angrier.

@houndofappleby; for eochaidh to desire a feast. alden, alden is the feast.

lately he's seen the omega countless times, passing by his store and disappearing into the woods and reappearing hours later. brooding. a little forlorn. and he looked and smelled delicious. unmated. untouched. nothing too strong but... whiffs of spice and sweetness. and a little like a wet dog. at least that's all eochaidh could smell from a witch's nose.

to think someone with a better sense of smell hadn't claimed him yet... the witch knew then he had to have him.

eochaidh put himself into the other's path, made his way to the edge of forest around the time he knew the other would usually appear. well, he needed things from the forest anyway, and it wasn't like he hadn't roamed the forest for his own needs either. so it wasn't all just scheming.

a light rain pattered down on the canopy and undergrowth as he wandered about. he picked up herbs, flowers and stones, mostly for his rituals and potions. he didn't have to wait long however, but eochaidh definitely had been starting wonder. watching the wolf come close to the tree he was leaning against. the witch had one of the many flowers he plucked on his hand, a calla lily — apt for signifying both lust and purity depending on who you asked; and if one knew how to read the language of flowers of course. "and here i'd thought you weren't coming today."

[houndofappleby]

Is that KIT HARINGTON? No, that’s ALDEN APPLEBY. The 35 year old ICE MOON WEREWOLF OMEGA MALE (he/him) is a HUNTER. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be CURIOUS & HARDWORKING, but beware, they’re also known to be RECLUSIVE & MISTRUSTFUL. Can you believe they’re from THE PAST? Me either.

Seen as a gift from the gods when he was left to a family who could bear no children, Alden was raised with mystery surrounding him. Though his eyes shone at times, and his ears picked up sounds no one else could and his sense of smell was far better than anyone's... still his little village, and isolated parents saw him as nothing more than a blessing. Called the hound of appleby for his oddities, he was nothing if not loved and cherished, though always different, somehow.

He never saw much of the world. He was used to his village, to the farm, hunting for his family and others, the best there was. There was very little reason to go far, unless drought hit them hard, and so he grew, and learned, and was all too unaware of the secrets his blood hid.

That change when an alpha came into the village. Suddenly, everything changed, his body, his scent, his life. In taunting words everything was revealed to him, and still, he refused him. A crime for wich the alpha decided to ruin his life.

He left a trail of blood through Alden's loved ones, showing him the true ruthless of werewolves, attempting to cower the hound into submission. It did not work, after he was done he expected Alden to follow...

And he did, but he didn't stop until the alpha lay dying, his blood painting the soil underneath them, ripped apart by the ice moon wolf with rage he had never before felt.

It was then that everything changed once more and he was transported to another place, another time. Left to pick up the pieces of what used to be his life.