Plot: It's nearing rutting season and werewolves everywhere are livid and agitated. The pre-rut aggression in the alphas is getting heated and the packs are growing more feral by the minute. Your character is the alpha of the pack, and it looks like Cain wants to try and muscle in on your territory. Either lose and let him take over, tie and broker a deal, or win, and assert your dominance. It's your choice.
BxB
This is mature. It's gonna have violence, maybe gore, and probably lots of talk and references to sex-maybe even sex depending on you.
This occurs in the omegaverse, so be prepared for that.
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His hairs were on end the moment he'd set foot here, eyes flicking about from spot to spot. He'd already had more than a few run-ins with the weres here- not the alpha yet, but... some interesting omegas and betas. He'd put on the charm, but unless he muscled in and pushed the old alpha out, he was out of luck. No matter how much he tried-they weren't receptive to him. Only after he'd marked this entire place as his would they even think of it. Brushing up against a gnarled oak, he eyed the leftover carcass of a deer-picked clean atleast three days ago. Food was off the menu along with everything else. Might as well go after squirrels and hope he caught enough to fill his stomach. Grunting, Cain looked back over his shoulder back towards the direction of the acorn-flushed trees. If he got a large sum picked, he could always bait them... Stepping over a twisted root, he turned his nose up to check directions again. A scent wafted on the breeze in his direction and his body seized- a growl spilling out of him the moment it registered. His lips were parted to reveal teeth, leering in the direction of the stench. That bastard was here, and clearly they were both aware of one another. How could he not? That musk from an alpha... it drove him mad. It sent his mind into a state of rage-rearing to go. His snarling grew louder as he heard the crackle of the approaching figure in the dense vegetation. Shoulders hunched and ready to spring into action, Cain dug in his heels and waited for the first sight of his competitor. Hunger and the coming rut had his blood boiling. He wasn't going to be chased off, and he wasn't up for a chat. The moment he caught sight of the alpha, he let out an open, crackling snarl- a challenge and a warning to back off. He wasn't going anywhere.
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BxB
This is mature. It's gonna have violence, maybe gore, and probably lots of talk and references to sex-maybe even sex depending on you.
This occurs in the omegaverse, so be prepared for that.
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His hairs were on end the moment he'd set foot here, eyes flicking about from spot to spot. He'd already had more than a few run-ins with the weres here- not the alpha yet, but... some interesting omegas and betas. He'd put on the charm, but unless he muscled in and pushed the old alpha out, he was out of luck. No matter how much he tried-they weren't receptive to him. Only after he'd marked this entire place as his would they even think of it. Brushing up against a gnarled oak, he eyed the leftover carcass of a deer-picked clean atleast three days ago. Food was off the menu along with everything else. Might as well go after squirrels and hope he caught enough to fill his stomach. Grunting, Cain looked back over his shoulder back towards the direction of the acorn-flushed trees. If he got a large sum picked, he could always bait them... Stepping over a twisted root, he turned his nose up to check directions again. A scent wafted on the breeze in his direction and his body seized- a growl spilling out of him the moment it registered. His lips were parted to reveal teeth, leering in the direction of the stench. That bastard was here, and clearly they were both aware of one another. How could he not? That musk from an alpha... it drove him mad. It sent his mind into a state of rage-rearing to go. His snarling grew louder as he heard the crackle of the approaching figure in the dense vegetation. Shoulders hunched and ready to spring into action, Cain dug in his heels and waited for the first sight of his competitor. Hunger and the coming rut had his blood boiling. He wasn't going to be chased off, and he wasn't up for a chat. The moment he caught sight of the alpha, he let out an open, crackling snarl- a challenge and a warning to back off. He wasn't going anywhere.
(To grab this, message please. Don't post)
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