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xxsentry​:

Zane barely could wrap his head around being able to walk his legs had been jelly as far as he was concerned. His head was spinning now, which made it difficult to move forward on his own. He’d lean on Wes, as he’s done so many times in various ways before. Where would he be without him? Probably further up shit creek than he was already, he was certain of that.

His mind flip flopped over what this kingdom was all about, and where Wes fit into this hallucination. He was going to say Knight, but that didn’t feel like the proper position. “Mm.” He hummed, as he thought, his smile faltering as he got lost within his own head for a moment. “What position does someone as close as you get in a kingdom?” He asked, then he smiled again, “You’d be that. With frills.” 

His arm was wrapped very loosely around Wes’s shoulders, as he leaned against him as they walked. Was he walking? He was assuming so, as soon as he looked down he could see his feet moving. 

‘My place.’ He’d said, Zane wasn’t in any place to fight against it, though only one thing popped into his head. “Julie.” he said, his worry for her breaking even his high state of mind. “Message her… kay? Don’t want her to worry ‘bout me.”

It really was unfair how good Zane felt pressed against him; how nice it felt to be his support, the only damn thing keeping him on his feet. Wes had longed for that, before. To be something solid in Zane’s life, never moving, always constant. He knew such feelings were verging on pathetic in their longevity. But, Zane didn’t make it easy on him, helpless and on his ass in the dirt, in need of rescuing from himself. 

And maybe that was the root of it. Zane made Wes feel like he was needed. 

You’d be that.

If only Zane knew how accurate that was. Close, but never in a position that mattered with a proper title. Wes scoffed at it. “Ain’t wearing no frills, you know that damn well,” he told Zane, mouth tipping into a half-scowl. Really, what was going on in that addled brain of his? Frills. Christ.  

“Then don’t do shit that’ll make her worry,” Wes said, a bit annoyed on Julia’s behalf. Zane had raised a fine woman, that much was true, but if he kept doing shit like this, she was going to end up kicking his ass. Wes figured he’d watch, beer in hand. “But yeah, I’ll text her.” He fumbled for his phone, doing just that. 

It didn’t take long to reach his den. He brought Zane inside, thought about depositing him on the couch for half a second, but lugged the son of a bitch all the way to his bedroom anyway. He laid him down softly, kneeling down to work off his shoes one at a time. Once he’d finished with that, he stood back up, crossed his arms, and scowled down at Zane. “You can do the rest yourself,” he decided. 

He wasn’t undressing Zane. He didn’t need the temptation nor the memory of what Zane looked like beneath his clothes, bared chested and in We’s bed, hands warm against his skin. 

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Hunter 💬 Lady

Lady: ...Okay. Couple questions:

Lady: Why is he an idiot?

Lady: Why is he with you?

Lady: Why is HE not the one texting me in the first place?

Hunter: Christ. You really are his daughter, ain't you?

Hunter: Found him sittin in the dirt, high off his ass.

Hunter: Couldn't text you even if he wanted to.

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Hunter 💬 Lady

Hunter: Your idiot father is with me.

Hunter: He wanted you to know.

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slycxpper​:

“Yeah,” Copper jumped onto the barstool with a smile and pat the other wolf on the back. “Thanks for saving it for me, ya big softie.” 

He doubletapped the bar top trying to get the bartenders attention. “You still do shots, Wes?”

Wes eyed Elijah with thinly veiled annoyance. He thought about turning right back to his beer and ignoring the whelp.

 “Yeah,” he said. “You paying, kid?”

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xxsentry​:

He was more than happy to sit in the dirt in a dingy alleyway for the rest of the night, but he was also out of his mind. What was constant was the presence, it was comforting amidst chaos. He felt the arm sweeping around him, it was warm and he pressed against it. A move he couldn’t stop himself from doing, his body was moving all on it’s own without any say from his brain.

“Lies.” He said, he was able to follow the conversation, even though Wes’ voice didn’t sound like normal. He missed that. This weird version of him wasn’t as pleasant to hear. “I’m the King here, I’m more handsome.” He pointed to himself, feeling proud of his leadership of his make believe world. 

Soon enough he was up on his feet, which amazed him more than it ever should, his legs were working! They weren’t all crinkly and jelly like as he’d been lead to believe. He was putting most of his weight on Wes, but that didn’t matter any to him. “Where are we going?” He found himself saying, his head now woozy and he felt like he might throw up. 

Wes tried not to think too much about how Zane leaned in against him, warm and solid and familiar. His scent was the worst of it, getting caught up in We’s nose, tempting him into to doing something stupid. And Wes hadn’t been stupid for a long, long time. Not when it concerned Zane anyhow. 

He’d buried those feelings the moment he’d seen the way Zane had looked at his mate. Besotted; in love. Wes was a lot of things but he wasn’t the kind of wolf that destroyed happiness like that for his own gain. So he moved on, kept Zane as a friend, a confidant. 

It was harder now, not to slip when Zane went and did fool crap like this, high off his ass and putting almost of his weight on Wes. 

Wes snorted again. “Yeah, alright,” he agreed, just because arguing seemed futile in Zane’s current state. “You’re the King. What’s that make me then?” He shifted Zane, hand gripping at his side to steady him so they both would end up in a ditch. He should take him back to his own den, but his was closer. 

“My place,” he replied gruffly. “If you have any complaints, you can shove it.” 

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If you can figure out how to get paid to do something you love, that’s the dream.

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lamousseverte​:

“Even for one of your elders?” Moss gave a faux pout.

“The least you could do is get me a whiskey. Neat.”

“You callin’ yourself old, Moss?” 

He snorted, though, and ordered her a drink anyway. “Whiskey. Neat,” he said. “You happy or you gonna pout some more?” 

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miacodona​:

She smiled, sheepish even. “I’m allowed to be here?” She questioned, “I’m of age?”

Ah, hell. Was she? Wes couldn’t keep track of all the pups, human or not. “Yeah, alright,” he agreed. “Guess you are.” 

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juliaxkillon​:

“And yet it wasn’t occupied the entire time it took me to get here and sit down so…sucks for them then huh.”

"Now,” he said, head cocking to get a better look at Julia. “That’s no way for a Lady to act, now is it?” 

He his mouth tipped up then into a soft edged smirk. 

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littleredgwen​:

She tapped her fingers gently on the bar top and smiled and nodded.  “Yes, yes it is. I’m glad I’m not too tiny or invisible or something,” Gwen grinned.

Wes snorted, softly amused. “With that hair?” He cocked his head to look at her, motioning at her deep red hair with the bottle neck of his beer. “Guess again, firecracker.” 

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bxrntobebcd​:

“It is now. Didn’t know they let in stray dogs.”

Wes’ mouth twitched, the hand around his beer tightening as the sickly sweet scent of vampire invaded his nose. His nostrils flared, but he didn’t bother even looking at the other. “Same as they let in arrogant bloodsuckers.” 

Easy, he had to remind himself. He wasn’t in the Underbank. 

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miacodona​:

“Oh! Oh I’m sorry. I just ordered, I’ll go when I grab my drink?” 

Wes lasted all of two seconds before he was sighing, glancing Mia’s way with a slight frown. “Your Mama know you’re hangin’ around in a bar?”

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xxsentry​:

Zane was lost in his own head, as it spun and twirled around in his skull, the things he saw around him had him incredibly confused. He was going to try to stand up again, see if his legs would work for him if he asked them nicely enough. He went to move his mouth to speak, but nothing came out as he’d caught the presence of someone else. It was familiar, whoever they were, he was drawn to their scent. He wanted to move towards it, but again, his legs decided they were fine being useless.

It didn’t register what Wes said for a couple of minutes, instead he glared at his useless legs some more. “Useless.” He’d say, poking at them until he remembered that the other had spoken and it wasn’t some figment of his tripped out mind. “No, it doesn’t want to be friends with me. What does it know.” Nothing he was saying was really registering. Everything was scattered. He did look up at Wes, as he was kneeling in front of him, so he didn’t have to move his head too much to achieve this. 

Once what he was seeing finally clicked he grinned, “Hunter, didn’t know you lived in this.” He waved around himself, his arms moving rather erratically around him. “God, still got a nice face here, too. Huh.” 

He didn’t smell hurt, nor panicked or overly distressed. Wes figured that meant he wasn’t about to keel over on him. This close, he could see how dilated Zane’s eyes were -- pupils blown wide, haven eaten away at the usual blue of his eyes. His best guess, going by the scent of Moss on him, was that Zane had finally taken her up on her ... more recreational ways. 

Wes snorted. Dumbass. 

He followed Zane’s gaze to his legs. Of which, he was looking at forlornly, like he couldn’t believe he was being so betrayed. He waited, ever patient, for Zane to sort through his mess of thoughts, gaze finally settling on Wes, recognition muted, but there. He looked strangely vulnerable like that, down in the dirt, looking up at Wes. 

Then he grinned at him and hell, how was Wes meant to deal with the way his heart stuttered, Zane effortlessly dusting off an old longing and bringing it out of hiding, easy as that. 

He sighed as he frowned Zane. He lifted his hand to give him two quick pats on the cheek. “Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Always been more handsome than you. Ain’t I always said so?” He shifted then, arm sliding underneath Zane’s, pulling him against him that way he could get him up and out of the dirt. “Up you go,” he said as he did just that. 

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“That seat’s taken.” 

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xxsentry​:

Visiting Moss was always a trip, in more ways than one, though this time he’d thought he’d join her. However, it was getting late and he’d like to be home before Julie, so off he went leaving her den behind to head towards his own. He wasn’t expecting much to happen, the walk home was short, and if he took the back way it was even short. He’d turn down the small alley when suddenly he was hit hard by the effects of the shrooms. Suddenly he didn’t feel as though he was in his own body, but floating above it, his movements were slow. As if someone had put his body into slow motion. How Moss could do this every day, he didn’t know, but for now he found himself leaning up against a wall.

“Shit.” He said, his voice sounding distorted, the first thing he did was check his hands, were they crinkly, like Moss? After a thorough inspection he found that, no, they weren’t. He needed to get home, which at this point, was going to prove a challenge. He wasn’t even sure if he could walk let alone get himself from where he was to home. “Gotta… go that way?” He tried to move but he found himself landing on his ass. “Nope.”

It was a quiet night, save for the chirp of crickets; warm in that way most summer evenings were. Perfect for a stroll, in Wes’ opinion. He hadn’t any destination in mind, really. It was the mindlessness of the action that provided comfort. That and the smells of the Underbank, of pack, of home. It was a familiar thing and Wes liked familiar, liked predictability. 

Such an illusion was shattered, however, by an equally familiar voice, of a scent he knew well. Sentry. As he neared him, the scent grew stronger and so did what Sentry was saying. It didn’t make much sense but, that didn’t matter all that much since the other wolf was already flat on his ass. 

Wes tensed for half a second, the worry that seized his chest a tight and nasty thing. One that eased some when Sentry spoke again. He inhaled then, just slightly, getting a whiff of other, of Moss. It dawned on him then and the worry ebbed away into muted amusement.

“Well, well,” Wes drawled, crouching down so he was eye-level with Sentry, a small smile hiding in the careful corners of his mouth. “Decided to make friends with the dirt, did you?” 

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lamousseverte​:

“I have found these particular mushrooms to be quite satisfying to my taste, and–of course–to that of the Moon Goddess. Although, I do not enjoy the way they make my fingertips feel all…crinkle-y.” 

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Wes sighed, mouth sliding into a frown as he stopped, head cocking so he could take a gander at the other wolf. Mushrooms. Right. 

He should walk away and yet.... he didn’t. No, instead he started towards her, boots silent against gravel as he approached. His frowned deepened as he regarded her. “... That don’t really tell me if you’re alright or not, y’know?” 

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WESLEY (HUNTER) WARD is a 115 year old BISEXUAL, CIS-MALE, HE/HIM here in Upper America. People say they look a lot like JON BERNTHAL. They are DUTIFUL but can be ROUGH. They are a LESSER WEREWOLF. They do not belong to one of the council families. In the city living in The Underbank and work as MECHANIC.

GENERAL

NAME: Wesley Ward NICKNAMES: Hunter AGE: 115 SPECIES: Lesser Wolf OCCUPATION: Mechanic  GENDER: Cis-male HEIGHT: 6′1

PERSONALITY TRAITS

dutiful, harsh, rough, devoted, anti-social, thoughtful, protective, possessive, mulish, careful, gentle 

PREFERENCES

ORIENTATION: demiromantic, bisexual TURN-ONS: asphyxiation, begging, impact play, anal, sexual sadism, marking, rough sex, over-stimulation, orgasm denial (giving), public sex, verbal/physical humiliation, toys, plugs, gags, service play, TPE, pet play, blood play, edging, knife play, forced chastity, oral, crying, pain play, affection  TURN-OFFS: erotic lactation, piss play, waste play, age play, permanent harm, feet/pits

BIOGRAPHY

A human mother, a true wolf father -- Wesley’s story began, as most wolves do, with tragedy. His mother carried him to term even knowing the risks. She died giving birth but, as Wesley’s father had been fond of telling him, not in vain. She’d given her life for his and she had done so gladly, loved him before he’d even taken his first breath. She was a kind woman, his mother, a model for what humanity was capable of. It endeared Wesley to humans, made him soft for their morality and short lives. His aunt, his mother’s sister, raised him her stead while his father fought the purebloods, the filthy bloodsuckers. He died doing that too, just weeks after Wesley’s fifteenth birthday.  The world changed when the vampires came to rule. Beautiful, ethereal, but sickly sweet in scent and intention. Wesley loathed them. And yet, he was only a lesser wolf. He’d no strength of his own to pledge against the vampires. And so he submitted, content to live a quiet life, to focus on things he could feel -- old, greasy metal parts meant to build cars. It was easier, distracting himself with project after project.  Wesley craves his own kind, is sociable with them. But, to vampires? He’s brash, rough with his words and dismissive. He’ll answer questions if necessary, but he prefers not to associate with them. Humans he still has a softness for; he’d give the shirt off his back to one in need if such a situation called for it.