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Wilder Bell

Alpha of the pack.

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a character in “Give all or nothing”, as played by silverclawedmouse

Description

Name

Wilder Bell

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Nickname

Wild

Age

27

Sex

Male

Orientation

Wilder is strictly attracted to women for mating purposes, but isn’t above forcing a male wolf to submit to him if they get to uppity. It’s a last resort kind of thing before seriously hurting them, but he’s done it and it doesn’t bother him.

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Appearance

Standing at 6’1”, Wilder is tall but lanky. He certainly has muscles, but theyre less obvious by his height. Compared to the rest of his pack, Wilder looks unassuming, even gentle. He has even been compared to a puppy by humans, which makes him snort. Its far from true, though he doesn’t feel the need to ruin the illusions with strangers.

Part of the strength comes from the stamina and immortality of being born a werewolf, but a vast majority of it comes from being alpha. Wilder grows stronger with every member in his pack, pushing him father than a normal wolf could ever be. Even though he is slight and not hulking, he is still the strongest member of his pack.

Wilder’s wolf is as unassuming as he is. It is tall, with long long legs that can carry Wilder at speeds his mates cant keep up with. In fights, its almost like hes in three places at once. Wilder’s coat isn’t the striking pure white or deep black as some of his packs, but instead a moderate tawny brown with a light brown grey ridge along his back, with the yellow gold eyes commonly found in wolves.

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Personality

“Im the one who pulls all the strings”

Wilder doesn’t feel the need to constantly enforce his position as alpha on the others of his pack. They know he is, they respect him and obey him when he requires it. That being said, he doesn’t hesitate to put someone in their place, either through physical force or using the abilities that come naturally to him as an alpha. He doesn’t tolerate insubordination, though he will allow a certain amount of snarkiness pass.

When other packs or supernatural roll into town, Wilder is perfectly content to let his second-in-command take the center stage while he sits back and watches, looking nothing more than a submissive pack member. He finds it allows him to learn more that way.

Wilder requires weekly pack meetings, so he can have constant updates on his pack, and he doesn’t treat those who skip lightly. No one has ever skipped twice. They know they can call him if they need him – whether it be as dangerous as a hunter or as simple as being stuck on the side of the freeway in the rain. He discourages his people showing any sign of their true nature around humans, but insists that they still embrace their wolf. He goes running almost nightly and can always count on being joined by at least one of his pack. He knows them all by scent and sound as well as visually.

Wilder likes nothing more than being with his pack. Whether theyre eating or sleeping in a big puppy pile, he watches them, letting their presence soothe him and his wolf. They’re his, his responsibility, his life. He would go to the ends of the earth to protect them and ripe out the throats of anyone who got in the way.

He takes his job of protecting his pack extremely seriously. Any humans who find out are ruthlessly taken care of, in any way that will draw the least amount of attention, and Wilder has no remorse doing it. The exceptions, of course, are females used for mates. Humans are lesser creatures to him, a prey that have over populated. If turned they are as pack to him as those born into the life, but as humans they are nothing. Wilder knows he isn’t alone in these feelings – werewolves are predators, seeking nothing but mates and prey, yet the younger generation is changing. It aggravates him to no end, how they can just let themselves become domesticated. Especially those who were changed and insist they can coexist peacefully with humans. It wasn’t going to happen. It isn't going to happen.

Wilder dreams of the days when wolves used to roam the countryside and were feared by peasants. They took what they wanted, who they wanted, when they wanted. The good ole’ days. Now he has to actively seduce and make the humans fall in love with him. Sometimes he doesn’t, sometimes he cuts straight to the chase and simply takes the girls. He keeps them for a week or so and ensures they are not pregnant before he disposes of the body.

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History

Wilder was born a werewolf, to a human mother, of course. Female wolves always terminated their pregnancy when they shifted forms. Male wolves could pass on their genes just fine, so humans were needed to procreate. As far as Wilder is concerned, that is their only use. Even though humans could be turned to werewolves, it was different. Turned wolves were less in control, more volatile, and never became alphas. That didn’t mean they couldn’t live normal lives, as long as they had an alpha and pack that helped them stay in control.

The boy grew up with as normal of a life as he could - he still went to school, had friends he played with after school, even took part in a play. He got average grades, nothing to brag about but enough to make his parents proud of him. Some wolves didnt cope so well. In fact, he balanced his human appearance and wolf nature better than some adults. He had excellent control. After graduating high school, Wilder went to the local junior college. He wasnt really sure what he wanted to do - maybe acting, or accounting, or architecture. The point was, he was planning for a higher education, expecting to help support the pack in his own way.

Wilder’s father wasn’t the alpha, Wilder had no reason to think he would become the alpha when the old alpha died, but wolf hierarchy isn’t heredity. Its force and power and dominance. Wilder rose to the position when he was twenty. Another wolf, Gerard, had killed the alpha for his spot among the pack. That was fine, that was normal. If the alpha couldn’t defend himself, he certainly couldn’t defend his pack. But Gerard wasn’t a protective alpha, he was abusive, especially to the young females. Females, though they can’t reproduce and are rarer than males, are no less valued. A third wolf, James, challenged Gerard. He lost, and quickly.

Still, James had damaged Gerard enough that before the alpha was able to crawl home and lick his wounds, Wilder stepped in for the kill. It may have been low, dealing the death blow to a wounded pack mate, but that was how it was. How it is.

And Wilder is alpha.

The boy was fairly surprised that no one challenged him - at least, no one challenged and won - but weeks turned into months turned into years, and the pack is still under his control, so he had to be doing something right.

He currently lives in a house near the national forest. Its as good a cover as any to get the pack together for a run without drawing attention to themselves. Generally, the alpha's house, which is passed from alpha to alpha, is heavily paid for by the members of the pack who are able to contribute - its where meetings take place and where any member of the pack can stay as long as they need. Its a community thing, where they can always be protected and safe. However, Wilder makes quite a bit of money breeding expensive show dogs and pays for most of the house expenses as well as the large quantities of meat and food in general that the pack devours while at his house.

Wilder is currently looking for a female, now that his pack is stable. He isn’t looking for love, only lust. Not that he particularly likes children, but a man has needs and wolf has needs and sometimes those needs match up. He doesn't expect to keep the human, simply impregnate her, take the child, and give it to one of his own female wolves, one who wants a child but cannot. He currently has two children this way, both from different mothers. Little Jamie is all of seven years old, and wants nothing more than to play princess all day, while Pierce is two and is the striking image of his father.

Pierce is to young, but Jamie has taken a fascination with Wilder's dog breeding. She enjoys helping him, raising the animals and caring for them, and has even started to have input on who mates with who. Its a good father-daughter bonding experience, as far as Wilder is concerned. Jamie even tried breeding mice on her own before she realized they would all die of fright due to close proximity to a werewolf. Now she sticks with dogs, like her father. Wilder spends time with his children and they certainly know who he is, but they still live with their adoptive mothers. And that suits everyone needs just fine.

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The Pack

Wilder, age 27. Alpha

Ash, age 18. Beta

Roman, age 28. Male

Anna Smith 30. Female. 5’5” Anna lives with Oliver, who acts almost like her father figure. They receive a stipend from the pack, since Anna enjoys adopting the pack’s children. She is currently taking care of Wilder’s son Pierce, as well as four other pups, the oldest of which is nine. Its what she loves doing. Anna is the mother figure and plays the role perfectly. Anna has the freckles that go along with being a red head and hazel grey eyes.
Jenny Johnson 16. Female. 5’8”Jenny, with her straight blond hair, bright blue eyes, smooth skin and bubblegum pink lips, is exactly what you would expect to find in your average high-school television show. Shes perky, popular on the track team and cheerleading, and is straight As. She takes after Anna in that she loves children, but shes wilder than the other females in the pack, excluding Ezra.

Charlotte Davis 29. Female. 5’4” Married to August Davis for four years. Currently taking care of Wilder’s daughter Jamie. Charlotte is a school teacher and though she finds it tiring, its also rewarding. She has a sharp tongue and quick wit. Unlike the other females, Charlotte doesn’t have a great beauty about her. Shes average, a little pear shaped, with nondescript brown eyes and hair.

Ezra Najafi 22. 5’2” Female. Iranian. Ezra is an exotic beauty, and shes let it go to her head. Originally, both her mother and father were in the pack, but when they left to return to their homeland, she decided to stay. She has a degree in nursing and is currently employed at the local hospital. Playful to a fault, Ezra rarely takes anyone seriously, even herself. Ezra found a home in Wilder’s pack she never thought she would. Many packs are stuck in the old ways, and the fact that Ezra used to be male (and stills smells like a confusing blend of male and female) would have gotten her chased out or killed in most.

Mark Brown, age 37. Male. Originally from another pack, moved in under a previous alpha. Mark never lost his southern accent. Real gentleman type, to the wolves at least. He is pleasant enough around humans, but his body count is even higher than Wilder’s.

Liam Vasquez 18. 5’8” Male. Hispanic. Twin brother to Carlos. The twins even dress like each other, taking joy in confusing others. It doesn’t work so well on werewolves, who can tell when someone is lying, but humans are idiots.

Carlos Vasquez 18. 5’8” Male. Hispanic. Twin brother to Liam. The twins even dress like each other, taking joy in confusing others. It doesn’t work so well on werewolves, who can tell when someone is lying, but humans are idiots.

Oliver Amato 50. 5’9.5” Male. Italian. The oldest of the pack, Oliver likes to eat well and live well. He always has sage advice to anyone who asks and is brutally honest. In fact, he’s brutal in general. Oliver has Old World views on humans that coincide perfectly with Wilder’s – humans are prey that cant know when their predator is around. He hates Hunters with a passion and has killed a few in his time when they came creeping along.

Aiden Moore 17. Male. Aiden has a curly head of tight brown curls, and loud smile, and a cutthroat personality.

Luke Johnson 36. Male. Jenny’s father. Luke turns heads when he walks down the street. He looks like he could be in a muscle magazine, or on TV wrestling. He has the same blond hair as his daughter, buzzed close, with a beard. His eyes are blue, piercing, and when he turns his gaze on others, they tend to quake in their boots.

August Davis 30. Male. Married to Charlotte for four years. August is easy going, probably the most laid back in the enter pack. He is the soft breeze to Charlotte’s blazing fire. He adores his wife and doesn’t begrudge her taking care of kids that technically belong to the rest of the pack. Unlike some of the others, August wouldn’t mate with a human to get offspring – he is deeply in love with his wife.

Bentley Holt 6’ 22. Male. Dark skinned, Bentley has childishly large eyes, short black hair, and a smile that can break a ladies heart. Bentley is quite, enjoying his time with the pack and simply soaking up their presence. He is built like a truck though, and one of the best fighters the pack has. Bentley has just graduated from school with a degree in art and was married recently to his human wife, Harper.

Ben Tuner 32. Male. Ben looks like hes twenty, with his dimpled cheeks and perpetually messy hair and tie. He works in local law enforcement, which is certainly useful when it comes to keeping the pack under wraps.

There are also five children in the pack. Two belong to Wilder himself: Pierce at two years old and Jamie at seven. August has a female newborn that Anna cares for. Luke, Jenny's father, also has Aron at five years old. In addition, the pack is fostering a child from a nearby pack, a little girl of nine.

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Wilder Bell's Story

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Wilder inhaled deeply, letting the smell of pack and food wash over him. Gingerly, he reached over someone’s head to place the platter of smoked meat down in the middle of the table. They had already gone through one, so he nudged the redhead beside him. “Hey Anna, why don’t you make a plate to take out to Mark? Hes been smoking all day, want to make sure he actually gets to eat something.”

Anna made a small, agreeable noise in the back of her throat, disentangling herself from the others around her to grab a plate and start piling on the meat and vegetables laid out everywhere. Another carried the fruit salad and dessert and then she was off to the back yard, gait as smooth as a dancers.

Wilder liked having his pack at his house, liked the bimonthly barbeques they had. Not everyone could make it, of course, but there were currently nine of his own gathered around his kitchen table, Mark and Anna in the backyard, a handful of children around the coffee table, and himself. In fact, the only ones missing were Ben, who could never get away from the office, Ezra, who was always late, and Roman, who had insisted he had more important things to do. Wilder didn’t understand why Roman seemed to fight the pack so much – why he wouldn’t accept the help of a living space or job search. Half of his pack could hook him up with a job within a week and it wouldn’t be demeaning work. But the man had grown up independent, and the pack life didn’t fit flush with him.

But he was mean in a fight and that’s what Wilder needed.

The blonde’s eyes trailed over everyone at his table affectionately before they settled on the one human among them. She was young, just barely out of college, and plastered to the side of one of his less aggressive wolves. She was nervous and shy, but also pleased to be there. Wilder had mixed feelings about her when Bentley had brought her back from college. Bentley had insisted that she was different and asked to reveal what he and the pack was. Wilder had agreed, knowing that Bentley knew that if the human reacted poorly, they would get rid of her. It was always a hard decision to make. But the human, Harper, Wilder reminded himself, had had all of a one day panic attack before she calmed enough to accept his marriage proposal. Now there was a band on her finger with a matching one on Bentley’s and they were happy. Wilder didn’t like it and she wasn’t pack, but she wasn’t a threat either and she was welcome to pack events. As long as she kept her mouth shut.

The sound of growling drew his attention to the children and he frowned. They wouldn’t fully shift until puberty, but they still had the teeth and vocal of a wolf when they were upset. Jenny rolled her eyes in the way teenagers often did and pushed herself away from the table to settle the dispute. Though Jenny was too young to adopt one of the children herself, she still enjoyed taking care of them. The sixteen year old had a maternity streak a hundred miles wide. Unlike his second. Wilder’s eyes turned to Ash. She didn’t seem to really have a need for children, though that could change as she got older. Either way, as his beta, she wouldn’t be required to raise children if she didn’t wish it.

Many had been surprised when Wilder had chosen Ash to be his second. When Jackson, his old beta, had left to pursue law on the opposite coast, Wilder had been sad to see him go, They had been best friends growing up and it wasn’t easy to let him leave. Still, Wilder had worked with the pack there to get him integrated smoothly and they had said good bye. Then the internal fighting started.

Most assumed Oliver would step into the beta position. He was fifty, but still spry and as wise as the old men from fairy tales, but he had taken himself out of the running from the beginning, saying he was too old to compete with the young’uns. After the fighting – which wasn't deadly, as it was between potential alphas – Luke had come out on top. Wilder had been more than accepting – Luke was strong and people tended to listen to what he said.

Then Ash, who had watched from the sidelines, simply approached Luke and said she’d be Second. And Luke had backed down. Wilder grinned at the memory. Some wolves simply had a presence, and dominance that made others obey. Its how Wilder himself had kept his position. And even though Ash had been young, younger than any beta Wilder had ever heard of, she was technically an adult by pack standards and he had made her position official. She had been fifteen.

Now she was growing into a woman and Wilder was pleased. She stepped into the role he laid out for her when other packs or supernatural came. It threw them off, to have a female speaking to them, and Wilder liked that. She wasn’t soft and in need of constant protection, like some of the other females.

The alpha moved to stand behind the blond in question. “Any news on if Ezra will make it before midnight?”

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Ash sat at the table eating her meat in peace. She made no attempt to speak to anybody or join a conversation. It was just me, myself, and I for the time being. Her leg was sore from her daily run. Today she pushed herself, going an extra 5 miles. Now she was at 100 miles without stopping. She was slightly improving but in this pack, that was nothing. Everyone expected her to be like her brother. One of the beta's. Yes she had beta blood in her, but she never acted on it until now.

Ash reached over and grabbed another piece of the smoked meat. She was super hungry and she needed to fuel up if she was going to work out constantly like most of the fighters did. The children's screams and growls slightly frustrated her. Only because it wasn't peaceful. They were adorable and cute but sometimes they can be annoying. Looking up Ash registered all the people ho weren't there at the moment. Roman, Ezra, and Mark. Including Anna who left the room with a plate of food. It was Ash's job to keep taps on her pack. Her head moved up to her Alpha who she heard coming towards her before he saw him.

“Any news on if Ezra will make it before midnight?” He questioned and Ash put her fork down. "She's usually here by 9. 10 if she's out with friends and 11 if she's drunk." Ash said without batting an eyelid. Ash knew Ezra's like the back of her hand. She was always out doing something and was never at the pack house on time. Ash was always up when Ezra came to the pack house, so reciting the girl's schedule wasn't hard. Maybe a little creepy.

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“Mmmm.” Wilder made a sound in the back of his throat as acknowledgement, brushing his fingers over Ash’s shoulder as he made his way around the table, visiting each in turn. Werewolves were tactile in general and to Wilder touching others was second nature, something he did without thinking. Some were more receptive than others, but none would turn down being scent marked by the alpha, or even the beta. It brought the pack closer together.

It didn’t take Ana long to return from the backyard, and Wilder gave her a brief smile before he bent his head down further to talk to Oliver. Oliver was the oldest member of the pack, pushing sixty. Oliver was also the only werewolf Wilder had ever seen to have a stomach that jiggled. Werewolf metabolism was high, extremely so. On an slow day, Wilder can pack down over five thousand calories. On a day where hes running or shifting, or even fighting, those numbers can easily double. It was like something out of a Greek museum – perfect specimens of beauty and health around his table. Except for Oliver.
Jenny had already calmed the children down and had returned to her spot at the table. After his rounds, Wilder returned to Ash’s side, squeezing himself between her and her neighbor. Wilder didn’t insist on sitting at the head of the table or anything superfluous like that. He was a member of the pack and integrated himself accordingly.

“Anything new?” He asked Ash in a conversational voice, helping himself to the platters of food.

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After Wilder nodded his head in appreciation, she picked up her fork and dug right back in. She was thinking about doing a perimeter check. Also because she was bored. The sound of the door opening had her storm grey eyes look up for only a brief moment and look down again after they recognized the person as Ana. Ash looked down at her plate only to realize that it was empty. Sighing she went to get another piece of meat until Alpha Wilder squished himself between her and the person next to her. Ash put her hand down and waited for Wilder to say something.

“Anything new?” Ash shrugged. "Just a perimeter breach from a lone rouge." It happened not too before the dinner. Oh, and that reminded her that she had to interrogate the rouge. So scratch the perimeter run. Going back to the plate of delicious meat, she picked up two and chowed down. She needed the energy.

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Wilder nodded, letting them lapse back into silence. It was a routine thing for her to take care of a rogue. She’d take one or two others with her, just in case things weren’t as they seemed and follow it until it left. If needed, they might give it… incentive to leave. After a long moment of companionable silence he spoke again. “I am going to take the children out tonight and run around with them. Perhaps after you deal with the rogue, you’d like to come join me for a real run.”

Wilder tried to make a point of it, to immerse the children into the life as much as possible. His father, gentle soul that he was, was often willing to play babysitter and insisted that children who regularly dealt with the wolves of their back had an easier time shifting when it was their turn. He had become alpha to late for the new teachings to affect either of the twins or Ash, but both Jenny and Aiden had made the shift with a level of comfort Wilder had never seen or heard of. He chooses to think of them not as anomalies.

So once or twice a month he went into the woods with the children old enough to toddle around, with the help of a few adults in case any mishaps occurred, and shifted fully. The children, especially those young enough to be unable to grasp the situation, treated him more like one of his show dogs than the alpha that he is, and that’s fine with him. It’s a bonding experience that he thinks will draw the pack closer, make them stronger, and in the future secure his own position. After all Aiden, who started when he was far older than the others, has an almost unhealthy devotion to please his alpha.

But soon the children would tire and Wilder would itch for a real run, the chance to stretch his legs. Then the rest of the pack would join – after having spent the last few hours sleeping off a food coma. It was a perfect night, in Wilder’s mind.

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Wilder came to his senses quickly, as he always did when he woke. The press of warm bodies around him was a comfort, the small snuffling sound of the children sleeping calming him considerably. Last night had gone well. He, Anna, and Jenny had stayed with the children while Ash had taken the rest of the pack for a proper run. Both he and Jenny had transformed, letting the children get used to them, know them in both forms, and play to their hearts content. Anna had stayed human, ensuring they always had a pair of hands in case they were needed. Before midnight the children had fallen asleep, nestled in the fur of the two wolves, and Wilder had been content to sleep with them, letting their scents fill his nose.

Now it was morning. Someone, probably Anna, had brought blankets from the house and covered the mass of sleeping bodies on the ground. The two youngest were also missing, undoubtedly carried inside to real beds. Jenny was stirring too, though she woke with a human’s tendency for laziness.

Wilder nudged the girl with his foot, tying one of the blankets around his waist. One of the draw backs of a full shift was the inability to bring clothes with you. “Come along, sweet. Lets get these pups back to the house and into the bath.”
There were five children in the pack, and both Pierce and little Ani had been taken inside last night. That left three. By the time Wilder had hoisted Jaime onto his hip, Jenny had picked up a sleepy Aron and taken nine year old Megra by the hand. Together the group headed back to the house, where they could already smell the food cooking.

It was only a short walk, in case they had needed to return quickly. In the kitchen, Wilder handed Jamie off to Anna before he excused himself and went upstairs to shower.

When he was done, the alpha could hear the sounds of life downstairs. Undoubtedly the others were returning from their own run. Freshly washed, the twenty-seven year old made his way back to the kitchen, comfortable again now that everyone was together. Anna tossed a pancake at him, which he caught and started tearing into little pieces.

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That night, Roman had ran to some of the deepest depths of the forest, the parts that no human ever ventured unless accompanied by some sort of protective. At night, especially in the depths, the forest became a breathing living thing; the trees even seemed to have a mind of their own. Roman had raced through the under brush, let the jet black of his fur meld him with the darkness as he sprinted, leapt, and hunted.

ImageHe needed to be Wolf; especially after that conversation. Alex was...a puzzle. Rom an hated puzzles, not because he was bad at them, but because he did not see them necessary. Why not just say what you want, be up front about anything? Why make someone sit for hours putting the pieces together only to discover that they were shoving one into a place it wouldn't fit? Roman wanted the big picture- not the tiny bits and pieces that it can be broken up into.

He had not returned back to the pack that night even though he knew they had a pack get together. He was to far gone by the time he remembered his obligations; a five hour run back was of no interest to him after a full night of hunting. Besides; no one would truly notice one new pack member gone. Roman was not the center of attention when it came to pack meetings- he was nice to everyone and treated the pack members with respect and kindness, but he did not go out of his way to take an assertive role. That might be changing now....if he followed through with his plan with Alex.

Glowing orange pits glimmered through the hollow of the tree he had found, looking out into the early morning light. Their was a light dusting of fog settled around him, enough to mask the area in a hazy morning glow. He watched it twist through the undergrowth for a minute, enjoying the way it caught the light and illuminated a beam that had broken through the tree tops. There were times when Roman had no interested in leaving the forest- like now for instance. He could imagine himself leaving the pack life and the human life behind for something far simpler...but Roman's father had told him horror stories as a kid about werewolves that went insane after spending too long in their wolf forms. Still....this life would be easier.

A hefty sigh escaped the dark canine before it stood and twisted its massive frame through the opening of the tree. He stretched, pushing his large paws forward as he arched his back and curled his thick tail upwards. Then, with a sharp intake of air, Roman turned towards the direction of the packs den and moved forward in a light trot. He was in no rush to face the pack, or make his final decision on Alex, so his paws mimicked his mindset and set him at a leisurely pace.


Roman opened the door into the house quietly, shutting it behind him slowly so the click of the door wouldn't be heard. Not that he needed to be cautious- the racket that the werewolves made over breakfast was enough to cover up even the slamming of the door. He smoothed his dark hair back back, sliding his fingers through the locks to push them free of his angular face. He had pulled on some clothing that he kept stashed in the woods (like most of the pack- common decency and all); black jeans, a pair of black workers boots, and a denim button up over a white tank. Slowly- because lets face it, Roman did not want to go into the next room with his mind full of swirling thoughts/regrets/turmoil- Roman steeped into the dining room/kitchen and entered into the domain of Wilder and Ash.

It was fairly hectic, with the pups running around and the older wolves chasing after them, trying to get some breakfast down their throats before their day began. Roman smiled at a few of the ones that made eye contact with him, dipping his head in greeting before averting his eyes in a show of respect. He glanced up into the kitchen just in time to see Wilder gobble down a pancake. His eyes instantly went to the floor and a flash of Alex's smirking face filtered through his thoughts- Roman had committed treason against his alpha and then showed up the next day to eat his breakfast. HIs father had not been a pack wolf, but he had never directly disobeyed a werwolf law. Roman swallowed, hoping to settled the turmoil in his stomach before he walked forward to get a plate of his own breakfast and great his alpha.

ImageHe grabbed a plate from the pile that was set out, loaded it with a hefty helping of bacon (he rarely ate anything but meat), then snagged the top pancake that was still steaming warm. Roman looked up at Wilder as he finished his meal, made a moment of eye contact before dipping and tilting his head to the side to show his neck, a sign of submission and affection for the alpha. Roman did not partake in a lot of the rituals; he often did not even great the alpha in this way. But with his resent conversation...he felt it was due. Guilt washed through him, but he tried to hide it with his usual aloof kindness.

"How're you this mornin' Wild?" Roman asked as he picked at a piece of bacon, glancing up for a moment to smile at the other male, "You been outside yet? The fogs beautiful"

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Ash Stone


She didn't want to play a game, nor did she understand completely why it felt like today was a day to pick on her. Ash crossed her arms as she walked the rest of the way home. She wore a pair of ripped jeans, red t-shirt and the locks of her blonde hair. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her feet trudged through the soft soil up to the house. She was not a happy camper. The tomboy threw her hands up in the air and pretended to pull her hair out as she entered through the front door. It slammed, and she hadn't meant for it to.

"I will kill them." She grumbled, taking off her shoes near the door. They were covered in mud, and that was not the problem. The problem was her partners in her run that morning had gone off to play hide and seek, or at least, hide from Ash. She shook her head and stretched her shoulder. It was bleeding, which was no surprise. Ash had a small incident an hour prior to her return. She had tried to jump over a cliff, and she would have landed if something hadn't distracted her. It was a small snap of twig, a deer nonetheless and it caught her attention right away. She had glanced and lost her footing, fell, and her shoulder caught the edges of a rock.

The eighteen year old was a trooper, but the bleeding was beginning to make her irritable. This was not a good morning. She pulled off the outer layer of her shirt and underneath, she wore a black tank top, one that revealed her rather deep wound on her shoulder.

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Wilder greeted those who filed in after he had with a nod or a soft word. Most simply acknowledged his presence, since they had been with him last night the long greeting rituals weren’t needed. In fact, most didn’t bother with those either. Ben was possibly the only one who continuously did it – his work with the law enforcement sometimes kept him away for weeks and Ben was a stickler for rules, even though he was possibly the most laid back of the wolves.

When Roman offered his neck, Wilder reached out, letting his fingers dance over the skin with affection. It was a middle ground response, less intense than the proper soft bite, more than the casual nod it could have received. Roman’s skin felt cool, but almost clammy with a repressed sweat. Something was bothering the wolf, which made Wilder pause momentarily. He thought it was probably something more than another failed job search, but Roman was more lone wolf than pack and wouldn’t appreciate Wilder trying to pry it out of him.

With half a seconds though the alpha decided to leave it alone publicly and simply keep an eye on the other, older wolf. If he thought it would be a problem later, he could bring it up again.

“It is good to see you, Roman.” He spoke, letting his hand fall from the others neck and back to his own food. “It would have been nice to see you last night. I trust something came out of it?”
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Wilder couldn’t understand why Roman didn’t accept the pack’s help. They could have him in a job for less than a week, but Roman steadfastly refused.

“I was out earlier with the pups. It was a good time to be out and I---“ he cut himself off as the front door slammed open. Within a breath he had left Roman’s side, letting the smell of blood lead him to his second. He wrinkled his nose at her arm – it would heal, but it was still deep and bleeding freely. He could tell by her face that she was in a foul mood.

“Ash, what happened?” He grabbed her arm, using it to turn her slightly so he could see the rest of her, The noise in the kitchen and dining room had died down to a small whisper.

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The second Wilder turned her around to get a better look, Ash let out a frustraited sigh. Her eyes looked up at the male and she rotated her shoulder gently. "It's just a scratch." She said, rolling her eyes lightly. "I miscalculated a jump and fell. My shoulder got the worse of it. I just need to clean it up and wrap it, no big deal." She answered simply, her lips turning into a smile.

"Did you know that deer is in season?" She asked, pressing a finger beneath Wilder's chin. Just a simple touch really and she let herself smile more. "Did you sleep well? Did the others return from the run?" She then asked, almost forgetting. "They took off so I had to walk back alone."

Ash looked passed Wilder and her eyes settled on Roman. She gave a smile, one small but there. "Feel like hunting later with me, Roman?" She asked, her mood perking up a bit. She was still annoyed but it would soon pass. She didn't like having pain slow her down, or her mood to sour everyone's atmosphere. Her eyes looked up at Roman, that piercing gaze of hers that seemed to hold secrets and yet, she felt like an open book.

"We can chase some deer and who knows, maybe some other animal." She added, giving a glance to Wilder. "If you want, you can help me stitch it."

[[Will be longer next time, promise!]]

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As Wilder reached out a hand to touch him, Roman remained still and obedient. He prayed that the alpha did not sense his uncomfortable nature at the moment....or at least that Wilder decided it was something other then treason.

“It is good to see you, Roman. It would have been nice to see you last night. I trust something came out of it?”

Roman shook his head, his shaggy locks swishing at the movement, "No such luck, haven't found a job yet. Caught a few deer on my hunt though!"

A soft laugh escaped him, but he quieted in time to hear Wilder explain his morning. When the door slammed, Roman turned just as Wilder stopped talking, both their attention taken away as Ash made a very loud entrance. Roman stayed back as Wilder rushed forward, obviously worried about the smell of blood that permeated from his seconds body. Roman leaned back against the counter top, paying the couple little attention as he worked down his plate of bacon.

It wasn't as if he hated either of them, though he had his opinions on their relationship and how it affected their strength as the leads of the pack. As he had stated in his conversation with Alex; Roman did not trust Ash as a leader. He thought that it made Wilder weaker and careless as an alpha- more often then not Ash seemed more the alpha then Wilder. Roman frowned down at his meal, swallowing the meat at the thought.

"Feel like hunting later with me, Roman?" Roman glanced up at Ash as she spoke his name, his brows raised in slight surprise. He instantly put his normal smile in place, one that read that he was open and happy. Roman was used to his facade, so much so that most people took it as his normal personality. He was a nice, happy wolf- maybe not the brightest but surely one of the strongest, "We can chase some deer and who knows, maybe some other animal."

Roman nodded as he set down his now empty plate of food and took a few steps closer the pair, "Sure, I spent the night in the forest and caught a few deer myself, but maybe something a little more challenging. I heard you say deer in in season, but maybe we could try our hands at a buck?"

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“Of course I know the deer are in season.” Wilder scoffed at her, catching her hand in his to bring her fingers to his lips for a nibble. “I know everything, after all.”

With a laugh he dropped her hand, drawing away to lean back against the wall. The noise in the kitchen had resumed, everyone relaxing once they were sure there was no threat. “Slept great. Bed of pine needles with a lovely sixteen year old and a few pups in my arms? What more could a wolf ask for?” He grinned then, showing off his white teeth.

"Feel like hunting later with me, Roman? We can chase some deer and who knows, maybe some other animal." Wilder watched Roman, looking for some cue that what was bothering him was pack, but he seemed relaxed enough around Ash, if a bit stiff. Roman had always been odd to Wilder though. The blond had grown up in a pack, knew how one worked, and the lone wolf business just didn’t make sense to him. It was the opposite with Roman, and Wilder thought he had adapted fairly well.

“Oh, you’ll let me bandage you up?” Wilder placed a hand over his heart, looking up at the ceiling, letting his eyelids flutter. “Oh me oh my, next you’ll be showing me your ankle and then what will the gentlemen say? You’ll have to live your life as a spinster.” He ran his hand through his locks, grinning despite himself. When the alpha was happy and content, it was easy to remember he wasn’t yet thirty, and that he looked even younger. Most outsiders assumed he was a lower pack member, a mistake they often didn’t realize until it was too late.

He grinned again, the picture of the term wolfish. “I say we go bigger than a deer buck. Lets hunt a buck elk. I heard rumor of a twelve point, wouldn’t that be fun? Come on Roman, it'll be nice to have you hunt with us again. Its been to long.” The alpha leaned over, nudging the older wolf with an elbow, making it clear that it was an invitation, not an order.

Wilder greatly enjoyed hunting. The thrill of the chase, the adrenaline of closing in, the feel of bones napping under his jaws, the taste of hot liver and blood in his mouth. He was almost salivating at the thought of it.

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"The gentleman would be filled with envy!" The young woman exclaimed, rolling her eyes at Wilder's remark. She glanced back at Roman and nodded softly. "Later, we'll hunt for something big and strong and...juicy." The female sucked in her lower lip as she thought about this tasty meal. She looked back at Wilder and shook her head. "Ah, I dont think you'll be joining us on our hunt. You'll only slow me down." Ash stuck out her tongue playfully and stepped close to Wilder. Her arms slid around his neck, dispite her shoulder and gently, she pressed her forehead against the base of his neck. She smelled of Forest and Pine, and lavender. She buried her face into his neck, gently before she stepped back and rotated her shoulder.

There were times, were Ash showed some femininity. They were rare but when they happened, people often enjoyed them incase they were never to reveal themselves again. The beta squeezed her fists together and cracked her knuckles, her eyes looking past Wilder at Roman.

"Tonight, we'll go out a hunt until early morning, that way, those who are sleeping will want to wander themselves. I'm in the mood for a fast hunt too. Long, but fast." She grinned. The beta was always up for running, chasing hard and fast until her legs gave out. Her fingers ran through her hair and she smiled once more, this time a little softer.

"Kay, well, my arm is still bleeding, if you'll excuse me boy and Wilder, I'm going to stitch up this shoulder."

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ImageRoman snorted at the girl- superior she should be, but he saw her in no such light. She was interesting though, interesting enough to warrant Romans attention.

"Buck elk, for sure. Your on Alpha" Roman answered to Wilder, giving the other male a wolfish grin. Ash continued on with her strange ways- touching Wilder and such. While Roman understood the pack significance of touch (especially with the alpha) he couldn't help but hold back a snort. He had no interest in displaying his feelings and devotions in such an obvious manner, and Ash's actions made her seem weak in Romans eyes.

"Kay, well, my arm is still bleeding, if you'll excuse me boy and Wilder, I'm going to stitch up this shoulder." Ash excused herself and Roman drifted away at the same time. He had no interest in being alone with Wilder at the moment- apart from his mandatory greeting earlier he'd rather stay away. Roman slipped by the grouped pack members and headed into the kitchen once more, grabbing a glass from the shelves as filling it with tap water. He gulped down two glasses before filling it a third time and glancing around the room, his eyes appraising the grouped wolves.

They were jovial, enjoying the presence of each other in the communal pack area. Breakfast was a social time for everyone to meet together- it was one of the few times they all ate at the same time. Roman hunched his shoulders as he leaned forward on the kitchen counter, looking over the bar as he rested his elbows on the granite surface. While he was always nice to everyone, Roman was far from social. It tired him more then a hunt did- the room seemed to sap his energy from him. His mouth opened in a wide yawn and he shook his head, clearing his mind of the foggy tiredness that surfaced all of a sudden.

A nap seemed like a fine idea, he mused as he sipped his water, or maybe a trip back into the forest... Though he promised Ash and Wilder a hunt later, so he had to stay. Roman sighed and shifted off the counter, downed the glass of water, and walked around the counter top. He grabbed a couple pieces of bacon as he passed the food and immersed himself into the pack- slapping a grinning smile on his face as he laughed and clapped a member on the shoulder. Small talk, his favorite pass time.

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Wilder watched Ash go. He considered following her, helping her stitch herself up, but ultimately turned around and returned to the kitchen. He was still hungry after all. Unlike in wolf form, when his pack sat around the table, there was no hierarchy on who got food first. They didn’t need to wait for him to take the first bite, though some still did. He didn’t mind either way. Humming, he reached over to snatch a piece of bacon off of someone’s plate. They swatted at his hand and he gave them a grin, stuffing it into his mouth.

When he felt something press against his leg look looked down to find a head full of dirty blond curls and bright blue eyes looking up at him. Wilder bent down, picking the two year old up and settling him in his arms. “Hello Pierce. Did you sleep well?”
The child nodded, still sleepy, and wrapped his hands around Wilder’s neck, snuffling against the skin.

“Do you want me to take him, Wilder?” Anna had put her own plate down, approaching with open arms. Wilder shook his head, readjusting the child.

“I’m fine Anna. You go ahead and eat.” It had been a long time since he had spent time with his child, maybe over a week. Anna gave him a smile and picked her plate up again. Pierce was rubbing his nose and chin over Wilder’s neck and shoulder, scent marking. Wilder returned the favor and felt Pierce relax again, settling into sleepily staring about the room.

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Character Portrait: Mikaela Udinov Character Portrait: Viktor Michael McKlaus Character Portrait: Alexandra Ackroyd Character Portrait: Wilder Bell Character Portrait: Ash Stone Character Portrait: Roman Wolcott
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(OOC: Tagging everyone so this message reaches everyone. I've not been so active as of net due to moving house, net not working and my wireless usage running out since it became our main net so been relying on my 45-min lunch break at college (which sometimes included finishing off work since couldn't work from home as a result) but know that I am back, once I catch up with everything. By the looks of it, Viktor and Mikaela have disappeared, so thinking of maybe time skipping to the action to the four of us that remain with Mikaela watching over Viktor with me NPC'ing their parts as and when sorta thing)