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They were done. So, so done with it all. For years, they tried so damn hard to put up with everyone and all the bullshit they spewed, but it was just too much. They were who they were, and they knew they couldn't change it. They weren't ashamed. But the uncomfortable comments and glares had become too much. They would rather starve to death in the woods than continue to put up with all of this. They didn't plan it. They didn't have time.
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They had left quietly many years ago, the stress becoming too much to handle. As soon as they realized that they were beginning to… change, they panicked. They hid it as best as they could, but with something of that nature, it was bound to get out eventually. Perhaps it had come out in the form of a shattered window, or a dead squirrel left on the porch. It didn't matter anymore, really. They slipped away in the dead of night, residing away from the town and the judgment that came with it. While it was a lonely life, it was much better.

Two very different people, both feeling like outcasts. Both attempting to make it on their own. Both willing to take on the wilderness to escape. The key difference, though; one of them has been living like this for years, and the other impulsively decided to run. Needless to say, one of them doesn't make it very far.

NOTES: Yuh. Here we are- werewolf-esque character x angry runaway. Basic storyline here is that your character is angry at the society they were born into for whatever reason (you choose why they are so looked down upon), and impulsively decides to run away one night. The key issue with this; they're kinda stupid and don't really know what they're doing. My character stumbles across them and basically, being a huge, lonely softie, decides to rescue them and attempts to gain their affection. Goal dynamic here is soft, anxious monster meets angry, dumb anarchist. Chaos and strange ways of expressing affection ensue. Normal rules- smut will be taken to PMs, let me know if you have any triggers that we need to avoid, and be considerate when speaking OOC. Character sheet will be up soon!

(Thought I’d post two samples if that’s cool)

For a moment he paused, entranced by the way her eyelashes fluttered in surprise when he got close, how her cheeks flushed with pink and heat. Then he stopped. Maybe he was being too friendly. Surely all his injuries must be still affecting him and he was probably losing his sense of awareness for his surroundings. There were important things to think about than this. She looked uncomfortable.
He gave her a small smile so she wouldn’t be too put off, and raised his head to look ahead of him. There was still a ways to go.

For a moment Alister was transfixed by Evan’s smile until August caught his attention. He lowered his gaze in embarrassment, then felt the tug on his sleeve. He ruffled Matteo’s hair, saying, “He’s the leader of this rebellion. He’s gone missing.”
Emery spoke up, keeping their gaze on the holographic screen. “I hacked into the experimentation labs’ records to see if I could find anything. Apparently two human subjects escaped the premises at around 3:15 in the afternoon.”
“That was around the time we got back to the ‘7 rebels headquarters.” August expression was focused; you could see the gears turning in her head.
“Apparently the alien guard who had attempted to kill one of the humans was found dead, and the humans no where in sight,” Emery continued.
“But how can we be sure one of them is Malachi?” Charlie leaned forward.
“Well, we know that the aliens here want him dead. The girl we saw before he disappeared was most likely working for them. She may have some sort of teleportation power that took them both to the experimentation labs,” August reasoned.
“Hmm,” Emery stared at the screen. “The names of the humans seem to be censored. Let me see if I can mess with the settings a bit…”
Their fingers flew across the screen, swiping and tapping. Another screen projected from the electronic ball, and Emery switched between them, like they were placing the record in another program.
“This might take several minutes or so…” they murmured after a moment.
“We just need to make sure that it’s him, and then we’ll need to see if we can find out where he went next,” August said.

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Name: Ace Nicholas Riggs
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Appearance: Ragged silver hair hangs in his face, often pulled back by some sort of tie. It used to be cut neat and short but he never liked it like that, so he allowed it to grow out. His eyes are green, though they seem almost yellow in some settings, reflecting light like a cat's in the dark. He stands around 5'8, typically clad in a basic T-shirt with skinny, dark pants or pale shorts. He often pairs these with a pair of gloves tucked into his pocket. His skin is tan and his build lean and wiry. His features are rectangular and soft, a greek nose and soft eyes. His ears are typically a bit pointier than would be considered normal to most people, a soft bit of fur tipping them. In his other form, he's much different. He most closely resembles a wolf or a very large cat, perhaps something of both. The key differences being his hind legs, which are longer and skinnier. They usually keep a somewhat human appearance to them. The same silver shade of his hair morphs into a thick coat of soft fur. He remains nearly the same height, his animalistic head reaching about five feet when on all four legs. He is very clearly not human or animal, two rows of pointed teeth pushing the point home.
Personality: Ace is timid, prefering to keep to himself in nearly every situation. As much as he wants someone- even a cat or some sort of pet- to stay with him, the cons of seeking out a companion overweighed the pros, worrying that he would accidentally hurt someone, or that they would find out what he really was and grow to hate him for it. He's selfless, willing to give up his own things for someone he truly cares about. He speaks the love language of gifts, leaving small things for anyone he holds dear where he knows they'd find them. He gets embarrassed if he has to deliver them in person. He gets flustered easily whenever any of his affections are returned, not used to being near anyone, much less someone who genuinely enjoys his company. He isn't very confident in anything he does, second-guessing himself with pretty much every decision he makes.
Likes: Berries, meat, the night, heat, blankets, naps, and birds.
Dislikes: Early mornings, horror, loud noises, and water.
Background: Soft-spoken and quiet, Ace lived most of his life just trying not to be seen. He got average grades, nobody went out of their way to be rude to him. Until he was nineteen, no one paid him any mind. Of course, once the changes began to occur, everyone began murmuring about him every time he walked by. His previously brown hair lightened to a grey color, his ears gaining a sharp tip, and his fingernails sharpening to a point. He knew why he was getting looks, but it didn't make it any easier to cope with. And so that fateful night when a neighbor saw him sprint through their backyard after their cat, his human mind screamed at him to get the hell out of there. He knew that nothing good would come from that sighting. He gathered the few important things he had, and made a break for it. After a few days of camping out under rain and pine trees, he came across what he assumed to be an old home. He reorganized to match what he needed, tidied up, and has been residing there ever since.
Other: He was raised in an orphanage, fending for himself the majority of his life. He has no idea of how he ended up there.

Name: Talon Pierce, sometimes goes by T-rex or T-man by close friends
Age: 25
Gender: male
Sexuality: ace, panromantic
Appearance: Talon stands at around 5’10 with a skinny, angular frame and incredibly dark skin, so that when light hits it it looks like a shimmer of stars in the night sky. His face is oval shaped, but like his body, it’s also slightly bony and angular. Though with his full lips and wide nose, it does give his face a more rounder feel. He has hooded eyes the color of charcoal, usually holding a small glint of mischief. His thick, black hair is set into cornrows running along his skull, sometimes covered by his dad’s white baseball cap. Usually seen in a simple army jacket with a few old stains, a white tank top, shorts, and black socks tucked into a pair of leather flip flops, a cigarette resting between his fingers.
Personality: Falling on the more extroverted side of things, Talon has no trouble when it comes to meeting and forming relationships with people. Whether those relationships are good or bad doesn’t really matter to him till later down the line though, and as result has ended up with more enemies than friends. He doesn’t let it get him down, in fact he rather likes confrontation and will spend half his time arguing and fighting with someone and the other half chilling with his friends. In doing so he puts up a chill, cool persona that can deflect anything thrown at him, but on the inside he’s an emotional mess. And dumb. Kind of an idiot. And sometimes that persona cracks and you’re left with a roasting competition turned actual fist-fight in the back of an old lady’s back yard (it’s a long story). Now that he’s older he’s grown out of that though, with a few exceptions.
Strengths: can make comebacks like no other, or so he tells himself. Has learned to be quite independent, despite what others may tell you. Solidly honest, physically strong despite how little fat and muscle there appears to be on his body, and pretty agile. Surprisingly high musical intelligence.
Weaknesses: impulsive + dumb is not a good combination. Tends to bottle his feelings and ends up releasing them in the worst ways possible sometimes. Cannot function in cold weather, in places with a lot of noise, or when he’s finally run out of energy and is completely burned out.
Likes: talking, running, being with friends, grilled cheese sandwiches, pretty people, playing piano, fancy suits but mixed with casual clothing, that feeling when you make a good comeback and everyone goes “OOOOHHHH.” yeah. That.
Dislikes: being ignored, being left behind, boredom, neighbors, rice, random noises at 2am, that feeling you get when people know something you don’t and you know it’s about something you did and everyone is laughing at you but you have no idea why. Yeah. That.
Background: Talon grew up in a family of seven, smack dab in the middle as the third child with two older and younger siblings. As can be imagined, his early childhood was very chaotic and all over the place. There were periods where he got all the attention or none at all. Things turned for the worse when his father got arrested though. His mother, bless her soul, had to deal with 5 kids all on her own. Talon usually spent time with his younger siblings when his mother couldn’t take them all on at once. From there, his family seemed to shrink. His older brothers started going out and never came home till late, and eventually they were gone, off to college. 3 kids is easier than 5 though, so Talon starts getting a lot more attention, being called the man of the house and such. After school he would help his mother do chores and look after his siblings and make meals, but with all these expectations put on him at home, his grades slip, not that they were particularly remarkable to begin with. And then one day, it all sort of crashes down. His grades plummet and he’s unable to focus on anything related to school. He becomes extremely forgetful and doesn’t remember anything he’s told to do, and even when he does, it’s difficult to make himself do it. It was only then that his mother realized the problems Talon might have, so she took him to doctor and several appointments with other professionals later, Talon is diagnosed with ADHD. If people weren’t already talking behind his back before, they definitely were now. He started hearing all this stuff about how it’s so sad how he turned out and that he wasted his potential. He rolled with the punches, and with medication was able to focus again and finally get somewhat back on track with his school work. But even then, it was still difficult, especially when he had friends, bullies, and home life to deal with. The only other thing that seemed to keep him still and calm was the piano, of all things. It was on of those rare Sundays where they all went to church, and instead of listening to the sermon, Talon was fascinated by the pianist that played in the background. Staying behind afterwords, he went up to the piano and played a few of the chords he’d heard the pianist play, shocking everyone by how perfectly he replicated them. From then on, music took control of Talon’s life. It seemed to be the only thing he was really good at. From piano he branched out to other instruments and started taking music classes, and even delved into rapping and singing. He’d had a love of music before, but this really ignited his passion for it. No one else seemed to share this passion, however, except for his friends. His mother was worried for his future, his siblings just didn’t seem to understand, and his enemies only used his passion to attack him. He managed to earn a high school diploma, but after a while it didn’t matter. It seemed that only his love for music was really motivating him, and he had no idea how to make it on his own. For a while things seemed quiet. He dealt with the whispers and comments, played on the electric keyboard he’d gotten for Christmas, helped out his mother when he could. Later he moved in with some friends and got his first job, which he was promptly fired from 3 months later. The whispers turned into growls and shouts, and Talon snapped. The impulse of all impulses came to him. He left his mother and friends a few quick goodbye notes, packed a bag, took his electric keyboard, and plunged into the woods.
Other: his music is mainly influenced by the songs he hears and likes, and doesn’t subscribe to a specific genre. theme songs cuz why not: Skip by Sou, Dramaturgy by Eve, All the Best by SIAMES, 100 Bad Days by AJR, Peace of Mind by Compass and Cavern.

(hhh thanks, i def need it. another part of the delay was me trying to figure out how tf to write werewolves without coming off as cringey and cliché-)

The night was cold, as it so often was. The wind whistled through the tall trees, the small noises of the underbrush only audible to those that listened for it. It wasn't terribly late just yet, though the moon was nearly at the highest point in the sky. In short; it was the ideal time for to wander the forest as much as one pleased. The plans for the night had started off simple; go outside, sprawl out in the tall grasses and watch the stars while the crickets chirped away in the background, then go to sleep. Until some poor, poor rabbit had wandered too close. The telltale snap of a twig in the bushes was all that was needed to change someone's plans for an entire night. It's scent hadn't been as prominent as it would've been usually, but the sudden sound, no matter how small, was enough. And of course, now it sat dead on Ace's front porch. He could deal with it tomorrow, once his opposable thumbs had returned.

Padded feet sprinted over layers of pine needles, wind whipping past furry ears. The noise was enough to scare away any other small critters in the vicinity, though a few squirrels had fallen victim as well. The creature knew these woods well, having resided in them for quite a few years now. Keen eyes saw around every corner, agile limbs carried it's large body over riverlets and ditches that had been etched into it's human mind. The beast could arguably navigate the forest with it's eyes closed and still catch dinner.

The sound of large paws on the dirt slowed to a halt after perhaps thirty minutes of galavanting around the tall pines, the creature settling into a small clearing. The grass was taller than near Ace's home, reaching the monster's snout when it's head laid against the soft dirt. Various wildflowers were scattered through the trees as well, the moonlight shining down magically. It thought to rest for a moment before resuming it's leisurely trot through the trees, slowly nibbling at the squirrel meat by it's feet. It made for a truly horrifying sight to anyone unaccustomed with the forest's ways, the giant beast perched in the grass, getting blood matted in it's fur, the wet noises of fluid and raw meat filling the quiet clearing. The wildlife nearby, though, were used to this occurrence. It was a rare occasion when any of them dared to step closer. Though the larger animals knew that it was no harm- occasionally the creature would share a kill with the bears or moose if they seemed particularly hungry that night. It was only to an untrained eye or that of a small mammal that the creature was frightening.

The night was cold, and Talon was starting to wish he’d worn some pants. The weather had been the last thing on his mind when he went to pack. But even now it wasn’t among the top ten. Run. That’s all that was on his mind now. Run. Run. Run away from that stupid town and the stupid neighbors who always called him a failure-
Run away from the family and friends who he felt he had truly failed.
So he ran, not really caring where he as going or what might be in front of him. It was just him, the chilly wind in his face, and the dark blur of trees and vegetation going by. For a few minutes that’s all it was, until his legs began to tire and an angry scream rose in his throat. The scream gave him another burst of energy, and he sprinted onward. He could feel his pack and keyboard banging against him, so he made sure not to be too reckless with his speed.
Even so, he then felt something under his foot and suddenly he was on the ground, grunting with pain. Sh*t. He cautiously got to his feet, winced as a shock of pain went through him, and went down to his knees. He’d twisted his ankle. A slow, bitter sigh left his lips as he paused to catch his breath, and as he did so, a strange itching sensation crawled up his legs. Did he run through poison ivy too? When? Just now, when he tripped? Talon wasn’t sure. He decided to crawl forward, anxious to put more distance between him and the life he left behind.
He thought he could see something up ahead, a space where the moonlight shone more fully through the trees, so he moved toward it. The itching in his legs was starting to become almost unbearable, but he pushed through it and kept moving.

The creature ripped into the squirrel laid in front of it, finishing it off in seconds. With a content keening noise, it dropped it's head to the grass and closed it's eyes. Only a moment later, though, the creature's head jolted back up. A strange new scent drifting closer. There was a faint smell of distress in the air, but not similar to that of an animal. No, it seemed… more intense. Bigger, almost. The beast's eyes scanned the treeline, not seeing anything different. There was clearly something off, however. Something different. Something that was getting steadily closer. Preparing for the worst, the creature got to its feet as slowly and silently as it could, creeping closer to the unfamiliar scent. The beast hunkered low to the ground, taking advantage of the shadows and dark to blend into its surroundings and slinking silently through the pine as if it was nothing.

A figure was approaching in the distance. Slowly and unevenly, radiating a scent of distress and upset. The monster's head cocked to the side curiously, tipping its head to the dirt and continuing its slow movement forward. Whatever the figure in the distance was, it was clearly harmless. It seemed to be in pain, as well. It was on the ground as well. Was it trying to be sneaky as well? The creature gave a low, warning growl from the back of it's throat. The figure was injured, but it could still want him dead.

Their outline was clear now; a mere human. Of course, it's scent reeked of the old village the creature had long left behind. Why was it on it's belly? Humans didn't walk like that. More curious than intimidated, the creature continued slinking forward. They were close now, perhaps twenty or thirty feet away. Of course, the human didn't know that. No, the beast was still hiding in the shadows the night provided, the only tell that it was there the small growl it had given a moment previous. It continued creeping closer to inspect.

The pain, itchiness, and exhaustion was beginning to catch up to Talon, causing his movement to slow. He didn’t want to stop until got to that lighter area, which he assumed was a clearing, but he was beginning to think he might have to. The growl was what made him really stop though. At least, that’s what he assumed it was. It could’ve been something else. He really, really hoped it was something else and that it wasn’t directed at him.
He sighed again, though this was more brief and fearful. He really should have thought this through. He was injured and exhausted, might as well call him the Woodland Predator Mealtime Special or something.
Slowly and carefully as he could, making sure he didn’t move his ankle too much, he got into a sitting position. After listening for a few moments and not hearing any more growling, he decided to take a moment and look over his things and make sure it was all still there. Wow, I actually haven’t lost anything for once.
Then he finally couldn’t take it anymore. Raking his nails along his legs, he scratched wildly at the rashes until he felt he could leave them alone, at least for now. He then got on his hands and knees and started moving again, finding easier to do it that way instead of crawling.