#[ wanahton / v: twilight 002 ] if you want war; just give me an excuse

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"If there's any trouble here, I can guarantee that the small pack of La Push is the least of their (your) worries."

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Anne Cormac  /  @paddyfuck​

When Anne put her mind to thinking, it often led her down long, winding and intricate paths, overgrown with mess and muck that made finding her mental footing a fucking hazard. When it came to John, she had never had a single shadow of a doubt. It was the grand prize at loving and being loved in return. Absolute certainty. Surprises would always rear their ugly heads on occasion, but she had little doubt that they would weather the worst of it and come out the other end as strong as ever. It was funny how life worked out like that. How it threw curveballs and this one, she had an inkling, might’ve destroyed her if she had been entirely alone when it had been thrown.

Anne was shrugging out of her jacket when he came to her. It was damp from the never ending drizzle of rain that had welcomed them to Forks, and she hoped that the misery of the weather did not reflect on the town itself. As John spun her, Anne’s palms found their home in a comfortable splay over his ribs. She liked resting them there. The steady expand and deflate served as a reminder that he was here, he was breathing … “Who would’ve thought. Though, I suppose it might’ve explained the unquenchable hunger I feel.” Anne pressed her lips against his as she had a hundred times before, and would a thousand times more. “Though, when you said we were going on a trip, I had hoped for white sands, beaches, combing for seashells, you know.”

     As their lips met over and over his smile was growing into her kiss. The fingers of wandering hands slip down along both of her arms to the tips of her elbows. Circling there before they ultimately slide around her shoulder to wrap her in his arms completely. “Define unquenchable hunger.” He hums happily and lifts his head from her lips to move that kiss to her forehead where he pecks once, twice, three times. Humming with her words while he embraces Anne right against his chest before pressing his nose into her hair and inhales deeply. He could never get enough of her; could never get enough of his lady. That was the beautiful thing about finding their one; their imprinted mate of life. It was a love that filled them up from head to toe and bound them in spirit.

    “Noted.” He lifts his head from hers to lean back just slightly to hold her eye. “For our Honeymoon... Y’know, those that follow weddings.” He slips his hand under her shirt - unable to help the need to feel her skin against his. John winks the second Anne meets his eye. Holding her gaze before his own softens and he dips his head again to rest his forehead against hers. “mmn.. “ He hums, “I love you.” If there wasn’t a big questioning rift in this part of society, if they hadn’t arrived to Forks to inquire the wolves here about all of the disappearances. One might have approached this whole thing like some - vacation date. John falls quiet for a passing second; content to simply hold her before broad shoulders lift and fall with a huff. “It’s quiet .. being this far away from everyone.”

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        He sniffs - bringing a hand up to swipe the knuckle of his thumb along his nose in a small attempt to alleviate the burning in his sinuses. He didn’t like the smell of them; but he’s yet to meet a wolf that can spend a minute in their presence without becoming tired of the stink. It was like an over load of copper and ash - like that potent fancy paint that smells like gas if too much is inhaled. It stunk - and it made his tongue itch. “I’m here out of respect for the local alpha-” Then he clears his throat recalling just how new Jacob Black was. “The new one ... You know how most of us feel about.. your kind.” Then his lips press before his temper can get away from him - that wasn’t why he mentioned all of this. ��Tell me, what makes you so different from the other leeches I’ve seen?”

      @fallsekings​ / for Carlisle, from a genuinely confused John Campbell.

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         “ Irish clans, eh?” He starts, turning to let the door open - holding it there so she can step through before he does. Once she is inside the hotel room John follows through and closes it behind them. Locking it with the quick pocket of the keys into his jacket - actions are quick so he can catch her wrist and spin her around to tug her against his front. “ Who would have thought that an ancient blood line could easily be awoken by just wolf contact. “ He finishes with a sly grin and dips his head to mold his lips against Anne’s, to speak into her kiss. “Look at us now..”

         @paddyfuck​ didn’t ask for this but she’s getting one for twilight verse.

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John's son in Twilight verse actually changes into a wolf at infant age. It's how their pack learned of a large group of vampires passing through their city and how the pack went on to hunt and kill all of the vampires.

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anyhow this is Wanahton's sister in twilight verse: her name is Andrea Campbell.

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             I know they’re in cowboy hats but .. this is making me want to put the other members of the YANKTON PACK in Twilight verse to a post to expand on who they are so at least some people know who I’m referencing when I talk about them.

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Remember in his twilight verses they’re both the same except who John(Wanahton) is imprinted to!

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Wanahton in his twilight verse entirely letting it be known that they are protected by the THREAT that should anything happen to him or his wife upon coming to Forks Washington, or La Push, an entire and much BIGGER pack over in the Montana/South Dakota area will bring all out WAR and kill every vampire in sight, and will likely try to take over even the La Push pack. So he is also the very presence of an enemy tribe too if things don't go right.

td;lr he is not a walking talking open threat, but a promise.

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Wanahton in twilight starts out in his verses being pro-purge America of all vampires by killing them. It depends on whether or not his mind has changed.

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If You Want War, Give Me An Excuse: Twilight 002

     John E. Wanahton is a loyal member of the Yankton Circle, a pack the exists in the Western parts of the United States. They are part of the Sioux Nation, and like their old ways they exist as seven packs. Seven packs to seven nations. Seven packs to honor the respective Seven Council Fires that are pulled from the very roots of their existence. Their origin is unknown, but history of what has survived has been passed down generation to generation of the elder wolves. And according to their own tales, their history spans back to the great War Chiefs of the Old Ways. And like then, they existed as they always had: in the shadows. With secrest not to be spoken of except for the knowledgeable few.

      John and his girlfriend - and imprinted mate, Anne, ( @paddyfuck ) shows up to Forks, Washington and the Quileute Indian Reservation on a trip to investigate the big number of deaths and disappearances that had started to rise up in Seattle. The rumors had reach farther east, into the Plains of the Great West where whispers had told the Great Elders that something else was going on. Something to be concerned about, that there might be a great number of pale faces gathering. And to protect their own territories, their own people, and see if this threat would come further inland. And so as he comes to break bread with the Pack of the area, he was told only two tings. One, the pack here tolerates a band of pale faces - and two, their Alpha was Sam Uley. And he would know if this was a threat that would require the strongest of the Great Plains to follow suit to war against the dead ones once again.

        Only an unexpected thing happened; and through their journey investigating his once human mate. Shifts. Discovering that she has the wolf gene - through her Irish blood.

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     It was like an over load of copper and ash - like that potent fancy paint that smells like gas if too much is inhaled. It made his tongue itch. 

     Wanahton (or John Campbell), as a wolf shape shifter talking about how stink vampires are in his monologue I think is my new favorite thing. LOL