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You can rip trashy werewolf AUs from my cold, dead hands

☽✩ the werewolf pack (au) romance meme ✩☾

There are many supernatural beings that congregate in groups for survival or protection or just for companionship, not unlike humans. Witches have covens. Vampires have nests. But none of those have connections that can compare to the bond of a werewolf pack.

You should know. You're part of one, either born a werewolf or turned. For humans, blood is thicker than water; for wolves, the pack is to the bone. Of course, with humans, romantic relationships can complicate closeness of other sorts. That's not the case with werewolf pairings, as they tend to grow out of natural pack dynamics and are viewed as just another facet of life. The only difference is that werewolves tend to treat relationships, even potential would-be-mates, with extreme seriousness.

After all, you'll fight for your pack, so you'll fight for your mate, won't you?

✩ how to play ✩

☾ Comment with your character, preference, and information!
☽ Reply to others.
☾ RNG. Also, please note that while the words "alpha" et al. are used, this isn't a meme for that AU.

✩ prompts ✩

☽ Born: Your parents were werewolves. Any children you have will be wolves, too.
☾ The Turning Process: Like any transformation, the after effects of the bite are painful. Luckily
☽ With Who Turned You: You're romantically or sexually linked to your "creator," so to speak, probably because you have nowhere else to go. They seem to treasure you, though, no matter how much they hide it.
☾ Alphas: Both of you are top of the pack.
☽ Alpha and Beta: It's a classic case of the leader and the second in command: a perfect team up.
☾ Omegas: You two find solace in each other even when you're
☽ Closer Than Family: The romantic and platonic lines are blurred. You honestly can't
☾ Outside Threat: Your pack and your loved one is threatened. What won't you do?
☽ Reluctant: You don't want to be with anyone, but it's expected and they're the closest in the pack to you...
☾ All I've Ever Known: All you've ever known is the werewolf existence, the pack, and them. Of course you would never want to lose that.
☽ Can't be Together: You two should not be considering a potential pairing, either due to your status difference or because your alpha has proclaimed there will be no inter-pack mingling.
☾ Everyone Else Was Taken: You had no other option; everyone else was paired.
☽ Protector: Every pack has an instinctive protector or nurturer. You've lucked out and ended up with them.
☾ A Natural Closeness: It doesn't matter to you what you're defined as. You've always been close and you'll stay that way.
☽ Affection: Werewolves show their love in different ways that humans. Nuzzling and licking aren't considered odd at all.
☾ Fall into Step: The two of you have your pack positions and proclivities and they're the same in your relationship.
☽ Reverse: The submissive in the pack becomes a dominant in the relationship and vice versa.
☾ Two-Man Pack: The rest of your pack is gone, and you two have to stick it out.
☽ Rogue: You were once a terrorist, but a special person brought you into the fold. Understandably, you're attached to them.
☾ Kin but Not: "Family" doesn't mean exactly the same thing in werewolf society as it does in human. There are fewer taboos between "siblings."
☽ Disciplined: You're a rule breaker, and your partner has to reel you in.
☾ Living Straight: Neither of you wants to hurt humans...yet there's always that urge.
☽ Bad Duo: Killing people and raising hell are your specialties. You're a real supernatural Bonnie and Clyde.
☾ Unrequited: Even werewolves can have feelings that aren't returned. However, it's an even more fragile scenario, given that you must still be pack after this.
☽ Got Your Back: Together, you hunt and fight. Always together.
☾ Love Outside the Pack: You've found love outside the pack, which is the ultimate sin. Everyone who isn't pack should be your enemy! The other person in this thread can be a human, vampire, etc.
☽ Life Mates: Wolves mate for life. Needless to say, this is not something you should go into lightly.
☾ Heat: The obligatory smut option.
☽ Fight for the One: Someone wants to challenge you for your mate. There's no question as to whether or not you'll fight for them - but will you kill?
☾ Leave: One of you wants to leave the pack. Will the other come along, or are ties too strong?
☽ A Brutal End: The life of a werewolf, especially those who let sentiment cloud their judgement, can be painfully brief.
☾ WILDCARD

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[wildcard!]

[almost canon tbh]

[I'd like to subvert this a little. Not really interested in playing a romantic/sexual angle but I would love to do something with pack dynamics and found family/team mates/in the suck together. I am open to playing with whether the werewolf thing is something to do with his clone make up or something that's just normal for the universe he's in. Obviously open to AUs for this and open to as close to canon or as wild an AU as we want (coffee shop werewolves? I'm in! Werewolves in space? Sounds awesome! Galra are werewolves and Shiro/Kuron was bitten? sign me up! etc). Open to brainstorming ideas together as well. Werewolf and non-werewolf, pack dynamics, out of the blue werewolf symptoms, surprise!wolf on the ship, if we can make it up I'm probably game for it. Can play him from his realization he's a clone or still thinking he's Shiro. Open to canonmates and cross-canon equally. Let's get fuzzy!]

[Um, up for a wildcard? Moran has a cat in the background and, after leaving the military and getting bit, is a loner looking for a family. He usually just finds trouble. He travels and takes photographs, so it's not difficult to put him in a certain city or continent.]

The nights around the full moon were the only times he actually set foot anywhere outside of their area in the bayou. Not in the quarter itself, because that was basically suicide, but there were bars and places on the outskirts that didn't look too closely.

And when he wanted to be alone, that was where he went. Not that he spent too much time there since he still had responsibilities, but a few hours a night. Tonight though, there was something else that caught his attention, a new smell, something strange in the bayou.

Not that he was the type to walk into something blindly, but he did at least get close to find the source of the smell.

He had gotten a lead on a rare animal, in this case, a wild white leucistic alligator. Alligators did not have a wide range and tended to be homebodies preferring certain salinities, moving up or down 'river' in response to tides and storms and seasonal rainfall. An albino alligator would be especially responsive to these changes, but would not be like its brethren in how it sunned itself. It would be more active at night and would be easier to spot in the moonlight. Which was why he was out at this particularly dangerous time of day.

A photograph of such an animal would feed a man for a very long time when added to his military pension. Being a man used to the Sunderbans, he was not daunted in the least when it came to tracking the albino reptile in the swamps of the American Southeast. A mountainous desert battlefield followed by a tiger and crocodile infested jungle were excellent training grounds for whatever came next in life, he supposed.

His steps were nearly silent, slipping from shadow to shadow, well covered to prevent leaches from latching on, although it would not surprise him to find a few that had worked their way past the layers. They always stuck in the worst places. It would be an excuse to have a smoke later and touch the orange glow to the parasitic worm so it would let go and drop away without leaving pieces behind in the flesh. Until he was done, however, he would do nothing of the sort. Would not disturb the hunt with the acrid scent that would cause everything to scatter in his path.

Earlier in the evening he had located a red-cockaded woodpecker and had some rather nice shots of the endangered bird. Was also careful to keep an eye out for black bears.

The tiger at the back of his mind told him what the scents were that he could not read himself in the night's chirp of insects. The hair on the back of his neck rose, the beast smelling something new and its ears swivelled...or at least they tried to swivel, but Jack's ears were only human and didn't turn that way. Head cocked, the brimmed camo hat helping to catch small sounds, as he stood still next to the trunk of a cypress tree.

Something seemed to be tracking him.

Interesting.

It was striking how the being following was careful to stay with the wind, which indicated that the thing was a predator. Moran was armed. Not to say that he wasn't always armed even when only having access to what was on hand. A rock could kill just the same as a sniper's bullet and he had the reputation of never missing. Not strictly true, but he was very good. Today, however, it was a rifle, a noisemaker, and blades, he could kill a croc if need be, not that he wished to wrestle one.

The last time something nasty had tracked him was the beast that bit him over the heart, removing one of the most useless physical additions a man had. Kali's kitten had also attempted to disembowel him, but considering that he had prevented her from taking home school children to feed her kits, Moran could understand the need for a replacement meal. Mutual understanding and mutual damage...until the point where he lived and she did not, expelling her last foetid breath in his face, cursing him, he suspected.

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To be honest, Aiden wasn't all the certain what was behind the scent trail, but it wasn't what he found when he reached the area, even if he kept his distance for the moment, taking in the stranger.

And he was a stranger, even aside from the scent. The way he carried himself alone was a tip and the camera around his neck at least was a visible reason for him to be in the bayou, but the rifle was what drew Aiden's attention.

Even if it wasn't ready, the fact he had it at all, was a little worrying, given where he was and Aiden finally approached, if a little cautiously.

"You lost?"

Gin a body meet a body
Comin thro' the... bayou?

Judged what he could see and hear and the beast supplied what he could regarding health given the wind direction and distance and that the fact that the two-legged male belonged here. How exactly did he belong, was Moran's question. The tiger just flicked an ear. It was decidedly unhelpful which was not out of the ordinary.

Amusement rumbled in undertones, "I do not believe so. Have I inadvertently trespassed?"

"...Not yet. I was just out checking some of the surrounding areas when I saw you and figured I'd ask if you needed help." It's not a total lie, anyway, Aiden's gaze still focused on the stranger.

"Looking for something?"

Saw you.

The light was not dim, but to see him? That was extraordinary. Moran had hunted big game in the Himalayas, very few saw him. The carefulness of the stalk indicated that if the man was a hunter himself, then he was a very good one.

"Alligator. Plenty out here tonight." It was their most active time of the day, sneaking and snacking. "Are you familiar with the local inhabitants?" meaning the reptiles, not the occasional shacks he had found.

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Re: Aiden | The Originals | M/M for shipping.

let's just wildcard and see where it goes.

Re: and so it goes.

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Re: and so it goes.

Re: and so it goes.

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