aspenhadley

[aspenhadley]

Her entire world had been shaken to its core. She had always sensed something was wrong with her. She had memories she couldn't quite understand, memories that felt like they belonged to someone else. The girl in those memories couldn’t be her—late-night dinners in grand, opulent rooms, the exhaustion after grueling training sessions, the persistent ache in her left arm after brutal lessons. None of it made sense. These memories didn’t belong to her, yet they haunted her relentlessly.

If Aspen Hadley knew how to do one thing, it was how to bury things. She would bury them so deep they would never see daylight again, and they would remain there, untouched. But this time was different.

Her head was spinning, her heart pounding, and her hands shaking. It felt like the first time, she thought. Aspen was good—hell, she was great during a full moon—but tonight her emotions betrayed her. Everything was heightened during these nights, and for someone whose world had crashed down around them, it was overwhelming.

When she turned, it was a brief, excruciating ordeal. She howled at the moon, a desperate cry for help, echoing through the night. It felt like the first time she had changed, with every bone in her body aflame with agony. Minutes later, she shifted back to her human form, her fingers clawing at the earth, dirt embedding beneath her nails. Nausea churned within her, but nothing came up. She was disoriented, a tempest of fury consuming her—above all else, she was angry. And more dangerous still was the pain lurking beneath that anger, a silent, festering wound.

With the little strength she had left, she pushed herself to her feet. Liam, she thought, I need to get to Liam. He could help her control it, or at least he would know what to do. Aspen stumbled into the woods, using the trees for support, her screams of agony echoing through the night as she felt her spine twist and strain, trying to break and turn into something else. It was then she sensed it—she wasn't alone in the woods.

The smell of cinnamon and flour surrounded her suddenly, becoming all she could focus on. Just meters away, she could sense the source. Aspen fought with every fiber of her being not to turn, not to rip whatever came into her sight into shreds, and now she had a target. "Please," she muttered, "Go!"

Where: The Woods Who: @aspenhadley

Fresh tears rolled down her cheek when the credits of Brave rolled on her tv screen, one of her favorite movies of all time. She sat safe and sound cuddled up with her dog and a blanket on the couch, a cup of finished tea in her hands. ''What do you say Riley, should we watch Moana, too?'' Her dog buried his snoot on her lap, giving her hand a tentative yet lazy lick. ''Baby,'' she cooed, leaning forward to give the white swiss a kiss on her head. Her phone buzzed exactly at 12AM with notifications flooding in, making Luna's heart drop for a split second and then laugh, ''-oh yeah,'' she'd forgotten about her own birthday for a moment. A sweet clueless moment where she'd been in her own bubble. The happy birthday texts put a smile on Luna's face. The first being from her best friend Alexandra, with kind wishes and the reminder they'd see each other later today.

At the ring of her doorbell, Riley barked shortly. A few of her friends had arranged a surprise for her birthday, they picked her up and promised to bring her back home, so Luna had left her phone home. They hopped bars, joined a karaoke night that had three shots in Luna performing Mamma Mia with no shame whatsoever, dancing around, crawling on top of tables and sing to a young looking man who she shared the microphone with. Her happiness reached its peak, really -

So how did they end up in the woods, again? Something along the lines of 'we should go skinny dipping! It's full moon, it'll be fun!' A few cocktails and more than five shots in, Luna was giddy and caved in for anything at this point. But when they'd been walking around for quite some time with no end in sight, Luna sobered up just enough to wonder out loud, ''didn't we pass that same tree like twice already?'' And then the flashlights died one by one, like a scene in a horror movie. One of them opted to go back to the truck to grab some more batteries, another went to go find cell service - the group thinned out and somehow Luna ended up alone. Those damn shots, they affected her memory. ''Uhh.. guys?'' Luna felt the chills run down her arms now and she crossed her arms. There was a breeze in the air, playing with the leaves and the sight of the full moon in the sky captured Luna's gaze. How gorgeous nature was, she thought.

Too soon her peaceful thoughts were broken off, the snapping of a twig made her heart sink inside her chest and she quickly turned around. Followed by a distance awooooooo, Luna stiffened.

[aspenhadley]

Aspen couldn't say precisely when was the last time someone had expressed so openly that they cared for her, it was never said in words but in everything Liam did when it came to her. It made her feel strange at times, she didn't know why but perhaps it was because she couldn't recall when was the last time she had felt a sense of belonging. She had no pack, not technically, after what happened she never tried to find another but looking at him now she felt no need to. Her pack was Liam.

"Nah, don't think so." Full moons were never rough on her, if anything she welcomed them with open arms, it was just another excuse to go ape shit. Aspen laughed "“I appreciate your… domestic skills."

Full moons weren't the same for everyone and despite it being fun for her it had its ups and downs. Everything was heightened, meaning whatever they felt came out of the shadows, it wasn't always pretty, not when their basic go-to emotion was anger. "So, what’s the plan for tonight? Are we just running wild, or do you have something special in mind?” Her eyes gleamed with anticipation, the thrill of the hunt and the night’s potential adventures dancing in her gaze. "You know how I love a good surprise."

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"Is there anything you need for tonight?" He asked as he glanced towards his friend. His good friend. Maybe even best friend. Liam wasn't quite sure which category to put Aspen in, but she was more than anyone else had been to him in a long time. And while they didn't always run together on full moons, Liam tried to make sure he had everything ready for the both of them.

"I washed the clothes you left here last time. They are in that drawer." He pointed towards the night stand next to the bed.

[aspenhadley]

Name: Aspen Hadley Occupation: Dancer at the Satin Cabaret Age: 30 Sexuality: Queer Species: Werewolf Clan/Pack/Coven?: None Hometown: Port Leiry Relationship Status: Single

PERSONALITY TRAITS

Aspen is a deranged and driven individual, consumed by her hatred for hunters. She is covered in tattoos, each one representing a hunter she has killed, a testament to her relentless pursuit of vengeance. She often appears detached and aloof, navigating her interactions with a cold, calculating demeanor. Her lack of emotional recognition means she struggles to empathize with others, frequently misunderstanding or ignoring the feelings of those around her. She exhibits a playful, almost childlike curiosity, often indulging in cruel games with her victims, finding amusement in their fear and confusion. Aspen's confidence and self-assuredness are palpable, bordering on arrogance. She approaches her mission with a sense of invincibility, rarely doubting her abilities or questioning her choices.

BIOGRAPHY

Trigger warnings: death, torture

Born into a family of hunters, she was raised to follow in their footsteps. However, her life took a dramatic turn when, at the age of 13, she was kidnapped by a pack of werewolves. They turned her into one of them, a transformation that left her with little recollection of her past life. The trauma of her abduction and transformation erased most of her early memories, leaving only vague flashes of her former life. Believing herself to be a werewolf by birth, Aspen was renamed and embraced by her new pack. She was told that her family had been murdered by hunters, instilling a deep-seated hatred for them. This new identity as Aspen Hadley became her reality, and she grew up fiercely loyal to her pack, finding solace in their companionship and the sense of belonging they provided. When Aspen was 18, her world was shattered once again. Her pack was raided by hunters—her birth family, though neither side recognized the other. During the brutal attack, she witnessed the slaughter of her packmates and endured days of torture at the hands of the hunters. In a desperate bid for survival, she hid under the bodies of her fallen loved ones until the hunters left, believing they had killed all the werewolves. The raid left Aspen deeply scarred, both physically and mentally. Her survival fueled a relentless desire for vengeance against the hunters. As she pieced together her fragmented memories, she dedicated herself to hunting down those responsible for the massacre. Unbeknownst to her, she was on a collision course with her birth family, seeking revenge against those she believed had wronged her.

WANTED PLOTS

Her family: Be it a cousin, a sibling, a parent, an uncle or aunt, or even a close friend. Someone who knew her from before she was taken.

[aspenhadley]

samara weaving, guns akimbo (2019)