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Alistair Ulven

"You should have seen their faces when they found out what I was capable of."

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a character in “The Howling | Mates”, as played by WolfSpirit

Description

Alistair Grayson Ulven
Bleeding Out|| Imagine Dragons
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|| 24 || Labanese || Hunter, Gray, Caring, Confident ||



"Calm down, it's just the basics.""
The basics

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|Gender|
Male
"... You need glasses"

|Birthdate|
7th of June
"In a few months I'll be twenty-five, yay..."

|Sexual Preference| Homosexual
"Not that it is any of your business."

|Species| Werewolf
"Isn't it obvious? No you're right, people turn into massive wolves for nothing."

|Pack|
White Night Pack
"Touch them, you die."

|Ranking|
Lead hunter
"I live for the hunt."

|Bloodline|
Mixed
"Nothing I could do to stop this."

|Occupation|
Alistair works at a local vet called 'Puppies & Kittens heaven'
"There are worse places I could be."



"It's where the monster hide"
Appearance

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|Eye Color|
Hazel brown
"Kind of like puppy dog eyes."

|Hair Color|
Leather black with brown through it
"The one good thing my dad passed on to me."

|Wolf Appearance|
Unlike some Alistair wolf is the average size, even a bit taller, is coat is snow white although during winter it looks like it has gray threaded through it and he has a gray patch around his eye that leads up to his left ear. His hazel eyes turn into a aqua color and his birthmark seems to fade when he changes, other than his patch he has no other major parts that can separate him from the rest of his pack.
"It's nice being white, you blend in with a lot of things."

|Body Type|
Lean, athletic, fit,
"Damn hot if you ask me."

|Skin Tone|
Olive
"I kinda like it, not so easy to get sun-burnt this way."


|Height & Weight|
5'6 and 116lbs
"Kinda personal, don't you think?"

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Alistair has numerous scars on his arms and chest from fights and his past, on his back he has a paw mark to mark what he is.
"It's hard not to get scars when you are a werewolf."



"Where do I begin?"
Likes & Dislikes

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|Personality|
Alistair is one of the most sweetest guys you will ever meet, apart from his temper which sometimes can get the better of him, he is actually quite easy going and loyal. Unlike most werewolves it takes a lot to make him lose his temper although once he does all hell breaks lose, it is wise to leave him alone, although he will take it upon himself to leave, as angry as he can get Alistair can control himself, most times.
Apart from his few flaws he is quite a loyal, caring guy, Alistair would take a bullet to the head for his pack without thinking and would rather be dead then live without them. Confident is another major part of his personality, he doesn't threat about meeting new people although he is quite confident socially he never speaks up for himself unless he really needs to and thinks himself as quite low and sadly doesn't think much if himself.
Like most werewolves, he is quite protective of what is his or what he thinks belongs to him. Most would describe Alistair as caring, selfless and fun to be around and it is little from a lie, he tends to devolve feelings for those who don't repay that loyalty, but he doesn't care much, although once you lose his trust, it's wise to leave him alone and just to be safe, leave the country.
"Confident, caring, funny, protective, loyal, hey that's me!"

|Likes|
His pack| Being social| Wolves| Hunting| Animals| Being free| Love| Romance| Music| Being fit| Sleeping| Going to bed late| Waking up late| Books| Movies| Fast cars| His dog| His sister| Writing| Swimming| The beach| Running| The country| Winter| Alaska| People who are loyal| Ice cream| Baking| Chillin| The weekends| Chocolate| Being warmed up when it's cold|
"Everyone has them, some more then others."

|Dislikes|
His rival pack| Being alone| Losing his temper| Being told what to do| The city| Summer| People who think they can do what-ever| Spicy food| Monday| Getting woke up| Being bored| Being burnt| Thoughs of his past| Chours| Snakes| Spiders| Haters| Brats| Being betrayed| Having nothing to do| Horror movies| Death| The thought of the monster he might become|
"I dislike hardly anything, what's the point? Life is a gift."

|Strengths|
      • Fighting: Alistair is a natural fighter, if he wasn't a werewolf he would still be one of the best fighters you will ever see, mentally he is a fighter too, he wouldn't go down with out a fight.
      • Hunting: No wonder he is the lead hunter of his pack, he could track down a herd of deer during a snow storm and still feed the bellies of his pack, in fact he has done this numerous times.
      • Making peace: One of his talents is that he can almost calm down anyone and is quite good with comprising, although if that fails he just resorts back to fighting.
"My pack, they are like my super strength, when I'm with them, anything is possible."

|Weaknesses|
      • Mentions of his past: One mention of his family or last is enough to make Alistair brake down, it might be the one thing that can be used against him, therefore it is one of his greatest weaknesses.
      • His pack: If his pack ever got hurt he would go into melt down mode, he would sacrifice himself for all of them if he had to, even when one of them falls over he has a mini panic.
      "No one is invincible, no one."

      |Fears|
          • Dying: The thought of dying in battle doesn't care many, but it is fair to say it scares the heck out if Alistair, he doesn't mind if he dies for a pack member, but sleeping and never waking up again as the world goes on? That is the fact that scares him the most.
          • Snakes: They hold poison in their teeth and have no feet, what isn't scary about that? No matter how much someone tells him they are more scared of him then he is of them, the message doesn't get across.
          • His pack getting hurt: As said before, Alistair would do anything for them, even die, the thought of them getting hurt or killed is enough to keep him up at night.
"I- Is that a... Snake?"



"This is none of your business, turn around now."
History & other

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|Equipment|
As you could imagine Alistair doesn't need much protection, as he is a werewolf but apart from that he has speed and agility on his side if all else fails. Apart from his Eclipse mints he carries with him at all times and asmall pocket knife, his keys, Alistair doesn't carry anything.
"I don't need much protection, I mean turning into a horse-sized sold does have it pluses."

|History|
Alistair was son to Jacob Ulven who was a werewolf and Roseline Ulven who was human, the family lived in a small cottage in the middle of the woods as they sufferd from poverty, his Father worked all twelve hours of the day and his Mother all night. Alistair and his two siblings grew up with out much but they had the whole forest to themselves and most of all, they had each other.

Alistair's family managed to send their children to school, skip a few years and he was graduating from high school, even though this time is meant to be pleasent, Alistair's Mother was shot. That night he was walking home and found his mothers body in a side-walk, to make things even worse, due to his loss, his Father being abusive to him and his older brother, their Father tried to beat his younger sister, Ember but Alistair took the beatings instead. By the age of nineteen Alistair got depression and locked himself in room, the day he found out he was a werewolf was when his father beat Ember.

Years of rage was let go and Alistair nearly killed his father, the anger that was their was replace by fear and sorrow, he was a monster. Without think Alistair took his older brother, Sebastian and Ember and took them to Alaska. Everything was going as smooth as it could when he was working late one night and when he returned home, he found Sebastian on the floor, dead and Ember hiding in her room. Someone was hunting them down, Alistair didn't have time to grive his brother, he had to get Ember somewhere safe. That's when he meet his pack, he joined and became their lead hunter, in secret Alistair changed his sister's name to Ruby and kept her by his side.

A few years have passed and Alistair has kept Ember safe for five years, during that times he has done self-harm and has a job at a local vet. In his spare time he has been tracking down the people who killed his Mother and brother, he kept his history a secret from his pack and swears when he finds who ever did this to his family, he would make them pay.
"... Drop it, unless you want your head on a spike."

|Other|
      • Alistiar has a pet dog called Biscuit who is a Golden Retriever.
      • Every Saturday morning before anyone wakes up Alistair sees his sister and tries to track down the people who murderd his Mother and brother.
"Ironic, I have a dog yet I am a wolf, a untamed version of a dog, ha."



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So begins...

Alistair Ulven's Story

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Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Grayson Alexander Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Emerson Bailey Character Portrait: Willow Ross Character Portrait: Aliyah Erich Trent Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Auguste Moragne Character Portrait: Charlie O'Conner Character Portrait: Christian Granger Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Alistair Ulven Character Portrait: Jace Williamson Character Portrait: Vincent Craig Character Portrait: Claire Evelyn VanCortlandt Character Portrait: Jessamie Gage Ryker Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison Character Portrait: Ryder Taylor Character Portrait: Emmitt Cobble
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Shiloh Grey
Its a crisp May morning. There is still some snow patches around, covering the newly growing grass. Because of the thunder storm last night frost covers the trees and everything is icy and wet. The mountain air is refreshing to the senses and today is the mating day.

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Shiloh groaned loudly as her alarm clock start cheering loudly in her sensitive ears....AGAIN! A harsh, grumpy growl escaped her throat as she slammed her hand down on the small electric device, silencing it forever as it was smashed to pieces.
"Shit!" Shiloh hissed, her silver eyes snapping open to see what she had done. It was the fourth alarm clock this month....She wasn't a morning person. Sighing loudly she plopped her face in her soft, forest green pillow, the unique scent of raspberries and honey wafted into her nose as she blindly ran her hand over to her phone. It was strange that every werewolf came with such a scent, but Shiloh loved her scent for she found it to explain her personalty as well. Grabbing her sleek iphone Shiloh pressed the button to light up the screen and squinted her eyes at the bright light, a silent scream of horror washing over her as she saw the time and date.
"God damnit!" she swore loudly as she flung herself out of bed and ran to the bathroom. Extremely happy she had showered and packed the night before Shiloh made fast work of brushing out her wayward long blonde curls so they became wavy and slightly more tamed. She washed her face, brushed her teeth and put on some eye liner and mascara within the time span of 2 minutes and rushed out of the bathroom and back into her room, through on a white transformer's t-shirt, red skinny jeans, black cowboy boots and her worn out black leather jacket. She glanced at her phone again, it read 10:15am.
"Shit I'm late!" she shouted, grabbed her bag with everything she needed then shot down the stairs. She grabbed an apple and muffin then was out the door, rapidly scurrying toward the large greyhound bus, her werewolf speed coming in handy as she rushed through the small town.
"WAIT FOR ME!!" Shiloh shouted as the driver was about to close the doors but stopped once she saw Shiloh. The Night White elder, Susan Fields, rolled her eyes at the little omega girl as the elder watch the girl scurry towards the bus.
"I am so sorry Mrs.Fields I...." Shiloh began as she got on the bus, the doors closing behind her, but the elder cut her off by waving her hand in dismissal. Shiloh bowed her head then went to take a seat.
"Morning everyone" she greeted brightly. The bus was cowered with all the unmated members of the White Night pack, it seemed she was the last to arrive...again. Shiloh sat down by Emerson, giving her a big smile. She and Emme were close, she was actually one of Shiloh's first friends.
"So you excited to meet your mate?" Shiloh teased as she put her bag under her feet, the sound of the bus starting up and driving away entered her ears and Shiloh slightly bounced in her seat in excitement, a large pearly white smile plastered on her face. She took a big bite of her apple and split the muffin handing the other half to Emme.
"Its your favorite" Shiloh murmured with a mouth full of apple.

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Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Emerson Bailey Character Portrait: Willow Ross Character Portrait: Aliyah Erich Trent Character Portrait: Charlie O'Conner Character Portrait: Christian Granger Character Portrait: Alistair Ulven Character Portrait: Vincent Craig Character Portrait: Claire Evelyn VanCortlandt Character Portrait: Jessamie Gage Ryker
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Christian Granger






That morning, Christian had awoken a good few hours before his alarm clock screeched into life, unable to sleep for the niggling uncertainty that bothered the pit of his stomach. He knew that the day ahead would be a big one. There were things expected of him and his pack that Christian wasn't entirely comfortable with. He had never really thought much of the phrase 'true love at first sight', and now that he was expected not only to believe in the notion, but experience it, Christian was nervous that he wouldn't be able to perform his duties satisfactorily. So, hours before the sun had even crawled it's lonely way above the horizon, Christian had dressed and had a long, cleansing shower, before leaving a note for his dad that explained that he was leaving early and wasn't sure when he'd be back.

After that, Christian had packed a bag and slung it over his shoulder. It carried a spare change of clothes, a bottle of water, and a notepad and pencil. It was light, which was just the way he liked it. Walking through the streets of town, Christian was the only conscious soul around. The streetlamps provided the pathway with a dull orange glow that barely managed to penetrate the thick night with their flickering lights, but Chris didn't need them. His eyesight was perfectly suited to the dark as he made his way to the meeting place where he knew that in a few hours he was supposed to meet the rest of his pack. There, he stashed his bag beneath a seat, and then turned away from the bus stop once more. He was still restless and uncomfortable, and way too awake for the few hours of sleep he'd had.

As he turned, he exhaled slowly and moved away from the feeble light of the streets into the shadow of an alley, where he pulled off his shirt and jeans so that he could shift into his wolf form without ripping his clothes. He'd brought a spare set, just in case, but he preferred not to use them just yet.

Moments later, where a man had once stood, stood a toned and muscled wolf, with soft fur that rippled in the slight breeze. Christian huffed softly, and shook his fur out, quickly adjusting to his other form. He felt more comfortable in this shape when he became restless or irritated. It helped to run. To just run as far and as fast as he could and not look back until all the breath had escaped his lungs and his legs burned with fatigue. Carefully, the wolf picked up his human clothing and carried them swiftly to place them on the seat that his bag was tucked under. If anyone came by, they'd instantly recognize it as his property, so he knew that it would be safe.

After that, though, Christian turned away from his material possessions and ran. His wolf body was little more than a lighter shadow, flitting between the darker shadows of the buildings he passed under as he escaped the town. Though his body was heavy, it was also lithe and agile, and his gait was graceful and silent as he ran through the town, weaving between gardens. He shut off his brain, momentarily forgetting his worries about 'soulmates' as he let it all go. Each time his paw struck the ground and carried him further, he let the repetitive drumming push his concerns into the ground, which he then left behind. Running as a wolf always felt so much more natural than living as a human. He could feel the workings of his body as he ran - the bones and muscles working in unison, as his heart beat precious oxygen around his body and his lungs expanded and contracted with each breath that he took. It was refreshing, and invigorating, and undeniably soothing.

The first few rays of sunlight were just peeking timidly over the horizon when Christian finally came to a stop, slowing to a stand where he stopped and sat. He was panting heavily with the effort of having run so far that the town he had come from was just a speck on the horizon. There, on the crest of a dewy hill, Christian watched the sun rise and let it lighten the last of the shadows that bothered his mind. As the sun crept over the horizon, setting the sky ablaze with myriad shades of scarlet and amber and rose, Christian pulled his body up again and stretched. That was one of the best things about being wolf - it took him almost no time to recover from a long run.

On the return journey, Christian shifted the gait of his lope, moving instead at a sustainable pace that he could keep up for hours. It meant that it took him slightly longer to return, but he didn't mind. He knew that he'd still be one of the first to arrive. By the time he got there, people were just starting to leave their homes for work and school. For a while, Christian lay behind a bush to watch their comings and goings before turning away and closing the distance between himself and the bus station, which thankfully, was deserted.

It took Christian less than a minute to shift back into his human form and clothe himself again, and when he did, he felt a lot more human. He felt better now, and at peace with the notion of the day. Christian drank from his water, and slowly, the rest of the pack started to arrive. He greeted each one by name with an easy smile and a nod, exchanging small talk with most of them as they stood around waiting for the bus. When it eventually arrived, Christian let the others on first, before taking a seat at the front. He kept the one beside him free for the Alpha, who it was only right should be seated at the front. He counted each person as they came past him, impatiently waiting for each member of the pack to arrive, and he was just about to suggest that they move on when the Omega, Shiloh finally arrived. He sighed with exasperation, and hid a smile. He had expected her to be late.

"Come on, take a seat, Shiloh. It's good to have you," Christian paused and looked at those around him before addressing the driver, "I think we're good to go"

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"Mate? Oh! You mean getting chained up to one person for eternity, not really the brightest of ideas."



A curl of smoke joined the early morning breeze. It's source was the recently lit cigarette in the hand of the infamous Pack Doctor of the White Night, Vincent Craig. He had stepped out to his balcony for some air and to cool down his body from his workout. He only wore a pair of sweatpants while his shirt hanged on his right shoulder. Yes, he was currently shirtless. He got a good sweat as he leaned on the railings as his eyes scanned the scenery in front of him. Last night, it had been very pleasant sleep as thunderstorms ruled. He slept like a baby. Taking another puff of smoke, he was rather rebellious to the idea of going on a trip today. Why? Because today was the traditional mating day. Well, he wouldn't mind if it was some sort of orgy but, it was far from his wishful thinking.

It was then a pair of hands snaked around his body. They were delicate and slim to be of anyone else but a woman. Oh right, he went to a party last evening and had a very sexy take-out. "You woke up early..." She spoke in a rather lazy yet seductive tone. Actually, the sun has yet to rise from the horizon, but by the time Vincent finished his cigarette and flicking it away, the sun was slowly peeking. "Well... I got business to attend to later." The woman then smoothly positioned herself in front of him. She was just covered by his blanket. Her hands traced his chest. She could not help but be attracted to his smell. It was like thunderstorms hinted with the smell of forest morning. "Is it that important? Don't you want to join me in bed more?" This made him smile with such teasing quality and pulled the woman into his arms and then lowering his mouth to her right ear. "Why? Do you have something in mind for me?" There was a hitch in the woman's breathing because, one of his hands was now underneath the blanket.

Despite the steamy and provocative breakfast he had, Vincent still found himself heavily walking towards the greyhound bus which would take him and his fellow unmated pack members to find their one and only so to speak. He wore his casual clothes which was nothing to fancy in his opinion. After all, this was not really something he liked to do. He did object to this. He even had stated that he has no interest in finding his mate as of now, but, the boss or most commonly known as the Alpha persuaded him otherwise. So, here he was before the bus door. The White Night elder saw him and offered a small smile. "Good morning Dr. Craig." Vincent hearing this released a sigh and run his finger through his naturally messy curly hair, before offering a polite smile of his own. "Yeah, morning Mrs. Fields." He then entered the bus. He greeted everyone even the Beta who was already there with a simple one. "Morning to all." He then wondered where to seat, when he spotted a certain person which took his interest entirely. He walked through the aisle and gazed at the celebrity of the pack. "Top of the morning to you, Princess Delta." He said with that flirtatious smile of his as he took the seat next to her.




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"Can I treat this as just another script I need to get done and over with?"



There was really nothing Aliyah could do about this day finally coming. If she could, she would have scheduled herself to some overseas filming or anything to use as an alibi for not attending. But, Chaz and Chris would probably scold her and make her do it their way in the end. Plus, it wasn't easy to escape this so-called tradition. She really disliked the idea of meeting her destined one, soulmate, or whatever else people call it nowadays. The romance part was something she is well-acquainted with. Being an actress, she had played many roles where she falls in love or even breaks apart because of it, but, it didn't scare her like this or make her nervous. The reason probably was the fact, it wasn't really, it was just a script... it wasn't her... But now, it was all on her... and that thought freezes her to death, but she tucked these concerns deep inside of her, not letting anyone see it.

So, she carried on like everything around the world was made of kernel popcorn. It was like that when she heard the ever-familiar voice of the suave doctor of the pack, specifically greeting her. Her eyes of chocolate brown see that flirtatious smile of Vincent. It didn't offend her as this is normal for him. She would be worried if Vince wasn't flirting with her or anyone else for that matter. Thinking about it, she wondered if this would be the last chance he will be so liberated with women. Because, he will be meeting the only one for him. Honestly, she wasn't fond of that idea, a changed Vincent, which also applies to her. Maybe, she doesn't like change. Shaking those thoughts away, she gave her signature bright smile. "Good morning to you Doc." Taking a whiff of him as he occupied the seat beside her, she caught a feminine scent. It made her shook her head lightly.

"Did you have a rowdy bachelor's party last night?" Her tone didn't held any negative sentiment. Instead, she was really simply inquiring about his festivities last night. Vincent leaned his head on his seat and the cast the Delta of the pack, with a mischievous smile. "Rowdy? You underestimate me too much, Iya." He started as he leaned his face closer to her. There was no question about it. Aliyah was really a beauty even more so closely. She didn't wear make-up and simply pinned her curly mauve brown locks at the back of her head. She was also wearing rather simple-looking clothes despite being an internationally known celebrity. She was exuding the natural look and really that was more enticing than anything. Then, there was her scent of lavender and strawberries, calming and intoxicating at the same time.

Aliyah didn't appear bothered by the proximity of their faces or the underhanded connotation of his words. She simply smiled and traced his lips before speaking. "Underestimate? You? Hardly." That was when the last member of their pack finally arrived. She looked towards the direction of the Omega as she released a sigh. It was not because she had been forced to wait. Well, she was pretty early unnecessarily. She had a taping at Singapore and had to take an early flight out to arrive here. As a result, she was a bit too advance for her liking. Actually, this was the only situation where she had wished every last one of them were delayed or something. So, it was a sigh of disappointment in that sense. Hearing the Beta, Chris' words about going, she opted to place a headphone on her ear, to ease her nerves. As for her other ear, she didn't bother so she could still know what was going on around her. "Time for the field trip." Vincent smirked at this and straightened himself. "Just one of those days... Oh, I forgot to ask, did you visit the place I told you about at Singapore?"

She perked up at this and gave a rather innocent and sweet smile. The bus was finally moving. Before turning to the window beside her, the weather was cold enough to have the glass emit a rather frosty appearance. She took this chance to write her answer on that window in a very childish manner. Once, she was done. She looked at Vincent who was reading what she wrote. "That's my answer." He slowly smirked at this and winked at Aliyah who made herself comfortable at her seat. After a few moments, her hand swiped the words off the window glass beside her, leaving no evidence of what she had written on it. For now, she wanted to relax even for awhile. After all, she has no idea what to expect once they arrived at their destination. One thing was for sure, she was not going to like it one bit.

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Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Grayson Alexander Character Portrait: Jason Gaster Character Portrait: Emerson Bailey Character Portrait: Willow Ross Character Portrait: Aliyah Erich Trent Character Portrait: Skyler Black Character Portrait: Scotland Walker Character Portrait: Auguste Moragne Character Portrait: Charlie O'Conner Character Portrait: Christian Granger Character Portrait: Thomas Rollens Character Portrait: Amber Sterling Character Portrait: Alistair Ulven Character Portrait: Vincent Craig Character Portrait: Claire Evelyn VanCortlandt Character Portrait: Jessamie Gage Ryker Character Portrait: Genevieve Morrison
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Alistair Ulven
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      • Alistair let out a small moan as his Golden retriever licked the left side of his face, slowly he rolled over into his back and cast his glance over to his window. There was still a few patches of snow and already Alistair could smell the crisp air although it was nearly covered by the smell of cinnamon and apple, his own scent.
With a lot of willpower Alistair finally managed to push himself away from his soft mattress and warm quilts. Still in his morning slumber mode he managed a slow shuffle towards his bathroom. After he let the warm water slip over his olive skin Alistair quickly changed into his black jeans and plain white tee.
It was nearly time for him to board the bus which would take him to his future mate, excitement and anxiety hit Alistair like a ten-meter wave.

What if his mate didn't fall for him? What happens then? Does he simply have to be alone, forever? Alistair pushed the questions out of his mind, he couldn't afford to think like this. He still had half an hour till he had to be on the bus. Quickly Alistair walked over to his favorite cafe, he quickly ordered a hot chocolate, he nodded his thanks and made his way over to the bus.

Not many of his pack was there, Alistair smiled and whispered his 'good morning' before he slipped his headphones on and flipped out his iPod before he put his favorite artist on and hoped on the bus. Alistair quickly took a seat in the middle and smiled as each of his pack members sat down. Without another word he looked around at the empty seats, snuggled up on the chair and started playing Temple Run as he waited for the rest of his pack to arrive.

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Character Portrait: Shiloh Grey Character Portrait: Emerson Bailey Character Portrait: Willow Ross Character Portrait: Aliyah Erich Trent Character Portrait: Charlie O'Conner Character Portrait: Christian Granger Character Portrait: Alistair Ulven Character Portrait: Vincent Craig Character Portrait: Claire Evelyn VanCortlandt Character Portrait: Jessamie Gage Ryker
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Image"Good morning everyone" The elder greeted everyone.

Paul hadn't realized that by time he got to the bus had a phone call from the Elders. Last night he didn't go home, do to avoiding work at home.

"Hmm, yes good morning Sus." He stretched his back as he got onto the bus a bit after Shil did and took a glances around the bus as be rubbed the back of his head still waking up or well trying to stay awake. He still felt tired but he had a duty to uphold once they arrived at their destination. He wasn't to fond of the idea of having to choose a mate outside his own pack, or having to choose a mate at all.

Fact is Paul always had this feeling, before the Elders made up the choice of doing so, that the Elders wanted something more than just mating us up with the Dark Mountain, but Paul couldn't put his finger on it. He did think it was money at first, but looking more into it, he could have sworn it was something else.

Paul stared at his pack members as he was lost in thought, but the one thing he did know is that if any of them were to get hurt in the process of the Elders or the Dark Mountain pack. He'd do whatever he could in his power to protect them all even if it meant his own life. That is if it ever came down to it. But for now he'd just have to wait and see, though be prepared at the same time.

Getting up from his seat he patted Sus shoulder and nodded at her politely in greeting and letting her know he has something to say to his pack members. With a nod back she stepped back at let Paul take his turn.

"Alright guys, listen up, please." He wasn't one to take on the Alpha role even though he was their Alpha, yet when he did take on the role he expected everyone to listen or obey. He liked being treated as a normal part of the pack, unless the time came when he had to be the leader. "The time has come when you all are going to meet your mates. But before we get going I'd like to make one thing clear. Not matter the situation, I want each of you to behave. I don't care if the other pack starts anything or not. I want you to behave. Your actions will cost us all. What you say or do will be judged. So please even if it kills you, behave." Paul smirked at his pack before speaking up again. "Don't forget this is suppose to be fun. If you all do well, I have a little surprise for this pack later."

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It was time; the time that Claire and all the rest of her pack, her brother included, would be sent off to meet who they'd be spending the rest of their lives with. The mating situation was no joke, but Claire was not as troubled as she knew others would be. She had seen both of her parents love each other greatly, and though they often fought and were often working too hard that they'd barely had time for one another, they loved each other in a way that Claire had never seen before. Of course, that didn't mean the idea of mating wasn't enough for her to get chills down her spine, but deep inside she wished to find her soulmate.

Finally, after seeing she was barely on time and at the edge of being late; she got ready as fast as she could. Her outfit was something she'd normally use, which helped her feel more at ease and comfortable. Soon as she headed outside she was on her way to look for her brother, the lazy bum surely asleep or running wild somewhere... more of a reason why she made sure to have enough time for both of them not to be late. It didn't take a rocket scientist to foresee that Shiloh would already take the role of the being tardy, as she always had. It didn't take long for her to find her brother, "ready?" she asked with a smile to her older brother who, surely must have opposed to the Elder's traditions; he did have a knack for breaking the rules, while Claire had one for remind him to abide by them.

Not wanting to take longer than needed and knowing she did not want to make others wait, Claire grabbed her older brother by the arm, the difference in their height with a ridiculously visible gap, and pulled him outside to the bus. As soon as they entered the bus she was relieved to see that Shiloh had not arrived yet, had she been there then they would have been truly, and utterly late.

Claire sat down in the nearer two empty seats she could find, "Dibs on being by the window!" she said like a child before rushing in taking her seat. As soon as she sat down she patted the seat next to her signaling her brother to seat next to her.

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Jessamie Gage Ryker

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Storm grey eyes watched the sun rise slowly above the mountains, worry making them darker than usual. Jessamie sipped her morning tea, the lemon chamomile soothed her wild nerves. Today was the day. She was headed off to her death in little less than a half an hour…okay maybe that was a little dramatic but…it felt so true. Her mind went back to the night she left her last pack….or more accurately she was banished. She remembered holding her sister as she died and dying a little bit with her…God she wanted revenge on that bastard... She gripped her coffee mug, a little too hard, and it shattered in her hands. She hissed as the glass bit into her skin. She felt a tidal wave of anger, sorrow, and then resignation. There was no other way. She needed to follow pack procedures. She needed this pack. Rogues didn’t last long.


She shook her head and quickly cleaned up her mess and went to pack her things. Only throwing her necessities in her bag along with her sketch pad and pencils it took very little time to get ready. She brushed her hair back into a simple braid, dressed in blue jeans and a tank top, and was ready to go. She stepped out of her room and steeled herself. Just because she was to be mated didn’t mean she was lost….With any luck she wouldn’t have a mate…with that thought she headed to the bus.


Jessamie stepped on the bus, nodding respectfully to the driver and others on the bus, before she sat in the back, put one ear bud in and watched the others expressions. Everyone seemed so happy to be heading to find their mate…she was just scared. What if he was a controlling bastard like Sam? What if that was all she was good enough for? Would she be doomed to a life of pain and hate? Subordination and misery? She felt panic rise in her chest, but squelched it. It was not in her best interest as the pack’s Lead Warrior to panic like a pup. She sighed and straitened her spine. She was stronger than anyone knew there was no need for her to worry. She watched as Shiloh the Omega got on and grinned. At least she wasn’t the last on the bus.

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Shiloh Grey

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After a 2 hour long bus trip

A quite, impatient growl slipped past Shiloh's lips as she waited. They had arrived to their destination and Shiloh she was slowly going crazy. She had never sat so long in a vehicle, even if two hours isn't that long to some peoples it was horrible. The feeling of being a caged animal wasn't a pleasant one and it was starting to make Shiloh sick to her stomach. Yet for the life of her all her pack mates had decided on becoming were-turtles today. Like freaking hurry the hell up! She started fiddling with her earphones distract herself but nothing was working. So you could just imagine her relief when it was her turn to get off.

"FREEDOM!" Shiloh shouted loudly as she literally flung herself out of the bus knocking into a few people as she ran towards the cabins and away from the giant metal beast. And here she thought it wouldn't be that bad. Service her right for thinking. Now that she was free from the grey metal demon aka the bus, Shiloh looked around and noticed that the other packs bus had already arrived. The thought of her mate being so close made Shiloh blush brightly as a face splitting smile lite up her features.

"Omega Shiloh" an older voice said from behind her and Shiloh turned to see a woman around her mid forties with blazing red hair with a few lighter strands here and there, pulled back in an elegant bun, leaving only a few loose curled strands to obstruct the view of her delicate facial features. The woman was very lovely with tanned skin and bright blue eyes, which all contrasted with the smart black pencil skirt and elegant white top. She was much taller then Shiloh but she also had black heels on.

"ummm yes that's me.......and you are?" Shiloh didn't mean to sound rude but it didn't seem like the woman cared. Shiloh could instantly tell she was all work and no play.

"I am Mrs.Striker, I am the in charge of the activities that happen here and I just came to inform you that you are staying in cabin number 23, have a good day" the woman was swift and stoic as she walked away, probably to go find her next victim..... umm packmate, to inform then of their cabins. Shiloh sighed and shook her head at the woman before she made her way to her cabin. Dinner was at five tonight and it was one the afternoon. It was a formal gathering so you had to dress nicely. Once she arrived at her cabin she started getting ready.

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Thomas slept through the ride and got up and walked out last and yawned. "Well that sucked and now to my cabin." I looked at the cabin and started to wards it with my bags. "Wait that's taken your not on my list who are you?" I heard the female voice behind me and sighed this had happened before but last time there was a extra cabin. "Thomas Rollens and now what?" I really didn't want to be here anyways but this made it a lot worse but my luck alwa s being bad made me use to it. "wait here we'll figure it out." I groaned as the woman walked off and started to practice on my guitar. "Someone shoot me this place blows as always which sucks." I yawned again and say on the curb gaining tips from passing civilians.