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WHERE: Deception Pass, Maitland WHEN: June 14th, 2019 WHO: Helaine Morevna / @carafuror​

August slid through the shadows careful to keep himself hidden from the light that passed through the trees overhead. Mostly out of habit. The full moon was just days away now and he could feel beast within him just willing itself to come out. To have a chance to stretch its legs and sink its teeth into fresh flesh. In recent years, he’d spent most of his time in his human form, even though it was far from his preferred mode of transportation. There was nothing quite as satisfying as his claws digging into the soft soil or the way the forest smelled moments after completing the shift. Between the moss growing wildly on the trees and the way the wind whipped through the branches and rustled the leaves, it was his favorite thing in the world. Though much to his distaste, he found all the happenings in the area was making his life more complex than he was used to. 

The wind suddenly changed direction and it took no more than half a second for his sharp sense of smell to place what the rotting flesh was that penetrated his nostrils. Roughly half a mile back the way he came was the carcass of a mountain lion. A shame as far as he was concerned, August felt as though he didn’t know much, but he did know that there weren’t many left in South Dakota and whatever killed it must have been desperate or rogue. Without another moment of thought, August spun around and headed back the way he’d come, following his nose carefully out of curiosity to where the dead animal rested.

The odor was foul which made the mountain lion almost too easy to find. Sprawled over a large boulder, the lifeless beast had clearly seen better days. The weyrwolf crouched down beside it for further examination, covering his nose with the palm of his hand. Its stomach was cut open and the flies buzzed wildly around the intestines that had slipped out of the gash. August couldn’t wrap his head around who had done such a thing as it was obvious to him that it wasn’t a what... There were no signs of teeth marks or claws on the creature's body and there was a peculiar scent that lingered in the area. He couldn’t quite make it out as the pungent odor from the rotting animals covered up almost everything else in the immediate area. He could hardly even smell the herd of deer he’d been tracking. 

And then, almost as if the universe knew he was at a disadvantage, the wind shifted once more and he caught the scent of a human. An unfamiliar human to boot. His head moved on a swivel as he tried his best to pinpoint where exactly it might be coming from, but his eyes seemed to work faster than his nose thanks to the constantly changing winds and out of the corner he saw something move. Something that wasn’t apart of the forest at all. His dark hues settled on the deceased animal one more time before starting to back away, so he might retreat to the forest once again, but as he turned on his heels to exit the scene of whatever crime might have been committed there and start back the way he’d come. But he found his path blocked by a woman. One he had no desire to quarrel with, not when his dinner was bounding away through the forest at that very moment.

He couldn’t decide which was more unusual, that he actually came across another person in these woods, or that he came across them after finding what he had. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, the wind pulling her scent closer to him as he tried his best to decipher who she might be. Or why she might have been out there. Much to his surprise, there wasn’t a hint of that foul, mysterious odor on her. “I wouldn’t,” he said flatly, holding up a hand palm flat as his eyes searched her smooth face carefully. “Someone’s been busy up there.” He warned vaguely hoping she would turn right back around. 

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* ╱ 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕒 𝕚𝕧𝕪

●︎ when: may 30th, 2019 ●︎ where: astoria campus ●︎ with: @august-wolfe

she didn’t like the initial gawking, moreso due to being self-conscious on where his eyes landed. his gaze didn’t reach hers but he didn’t appear particularly troublesome. albeit, a tad eccentric by the way that he was exactly who she had perceived him to be. odd, but not uncommon. her lips did curl into a faint grin at the app presented before her. so far, his story checked out which only made selena more curious. a little. in return, she studied him but more openly, eyes ranking him up and down before settling on his features. rough around the edges, she concurred, but there was an underlying she couldn’t place her finger on. call it intuition, following your gut, but she had a habit of running into situations bigger than her. that was the curse of a wytch, being pulled from this way and that way, with no room for control. 

she finally shook her head, “a little but i won’t tell.” she studied him further at the way he was amused by the whole situation. in the way that told her pieces of himself. not much, she’d admit, but ever the nancy drew type of person, selena’s intent on hearing what he had to say. “perhaps. and no, i wouldn’t mind one bit. if only i get to ask you a few of my own question at the end.” she was willing to go through with this make shift interview and if nothing else, she’d have built a connection out of the interaction. whenever the afternoon would lead is what makes her pause. she had been with odds with herself lately, making rash decisions instead of thoroughly accessing them. to her fortunate, nothing drastic has happened aside from her encounter with Him.  

“did you want to go elsewhere?” she let the decision be up to him. in the end, he was calling the shots for the day. and if there were any leads they could come across, she doubted astoria would be on the list. this she was sure of. the university was mainly mundane, plenty of detection spells told her so. and supernatural was written all across the board when it came to each death. she lifted a finger to point to a few establishments close to campus behind him. cafes, bookstores, somewhere quiet would be ideal but again, she leaves all the choices to him. “plenty of places to go.”

He could feel her dark hues on him, without even actually seeing it, August could sense her sizing him up. As he had done so many times himself while on the hunt in both human and wold form. Though he found the skill was useful in other situations as well. Not unlike the one he found himself in now. He inhaled deeply once more, his nostrils flaring as he scented her again this time taking note of sweetness he hadn’t previously picked up on. August found himself mildly intrigued by it. “Right, well it’s appreciated then,” he chuckled, for real for once and the reverberations it caused through his chest were foreign but felt good all the same. More often than not he found himself laughing at the stupidity or misfortune of others, not because someone had pulled an actual real feeling out of him. But there was something about this mortal that felt refreshingly different, he just couldn’t put his claw on what it was. Not yet.

His lips twitched in an almost smile as he processed the deal she’d offered him, his hand free hand moving to his chin to stoke it as though he were pondering it carefully. “Ya know, that’s not really how this whole thing works,” he began, the smile growing in its sincerity with every word. “But I do need a story, so what the hell.” August shrugged, hoping he hadn’t just made a mistake. He’d never really liked it, but if there was one thing his pack mates had taught him better than anything else when it came to maneuvering the mundane world it was how to lie. To cover the truth of what he was, something he didn’t think would be hard with her. He hadn’t the faintest idea as to what questions she wanted to ask, but he assumed it was about who he was writing for and such. Mundane things that he could explain away with ease.

The question caught him off guard again. He hadn’t expected to do more than make a few inquiries, right there at the scene even. But the more he thought on it the more normal it sounded. Professional even. His head whipped around, taking in all the different shops and locations around them before eyes finally settled on the coffee shop just across the way. “How ‘bout a coffee?” August asked, in turn, looking to her. He’d never cared for caffeine, any hot beverage really, but he knew coffee was something humans cherished greatly. Which baffled him as it didn’t even taste good, but there was always something he could find to enjoy. “My treat, as thanks for doing this.” He offered while doing his best to muster what some might consider a friendly smile. He was good at lying but he rarely ever had to do that with a smile. Or any manners at all. 

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●︎ when: may 30th, 2019 ●︎ where: astoria campus ●︎ with: @august-wolfe

“oh no, don’t apologize. i was a tad too fixated on my phone,” she said, hand sliding out of her back pocket as she put her phone away. he didn’t offer much, his apology and even mannerism were curt. straight to the point. her eyes did follow just where he was standing, noting astoria’s current scandal. if murder could be labeled as such.

“are you looking for a story to report?” head cocked slightly to the left as she eyed him, curiously with no judgement. it had been almost a month but for the hive of officials and high ranking citizens of rapid city, the murder caused unnecessary buzz. and it was still prevalent, nobody had shaken off the incident. the curfew had yet to be lifted and the town seemed to be dulled in spirit. her emotions towards the commotion were conflicted and she settled on focusing her energy on things she could control. that were tangible and not out of her hands.

“i could help,” she said presumptuously, “i can’t say they’re all factual. mostly student hysteria, if you ask me.” she’s really more interested to know if the other knew anything everyone else, herself included, didn’t. nothing about the crimes added up and it was why she detached herself from the news. but nothing the officials insisted on telling the public meeting after meeting made sense either, which was admittedly her only point of interest. 

WHERE: Astoria Campus WHEN: 5/30/19 WHO: Selena Ivy / @lenxivy​

August eyed the women for a moment, his gaze analyzing her quickly, his nostrils flaring as they filled with a peculiar scent. One he’d smelt before too many times to count. The first time though was enough to sear the smell into his mind forever. He couldn’t say where on a map it was, but when he was just a young wolf, not long after he’d mastered the change enough to stop blacking out, he came across it in the woods. He was on the hunt under a full moon and in the distance, he could hear something unfamiliar. A sound never heard before that set his hackles on edge, yet he felt drawn to it all the same. Like he had to know what else was out there. He followed the sound—which unbeknownst to him was wytches chanting while they performed a ritual—clinging to the shadows, lurking about as the pungent, foul scent flooded his snout. For a moment, he thought about taking them out, one by one, but he was vastly outmatched. And something about the way they stood on two legs like he did at times, with abnormally long hind legs like him, made him take pause before turning his back on the strange gathering altogether. August could still remember how he felt that night, slinking away into the darkness, the scent burning his nostrils in a similar manner as it did now.

Her question pulled him from him revere, surprising him a little as he wished he thought of that as his own cover in case anyone asked. Though she’d now done the work for him. In a way, he was looking for a story. Not to report publically of course, but it would have been good if he could bring something back to the pack at the very least. Sure, it was a few months after the bodies had been found, but it couldn’t be that late for a reporter to be sulking about, could it? “Uh, yea, am I that obvious?” He laughed dryly, pulling out his own phone and opening the voice memos app to at least look the part. It wasn’t his favorite cover, but he’s used the ruse before when the situation called for it. 

He couldn’t help but let a wry, amused smile touch at the corners of his mouth at her tone and how she seemed to be more than willing to help out where others wouldn’t. “I find there’s often truth buried under the hysteria,” August replied, his lips still twitching, almost as if they were itching to smile for real. Not that he understood why. “Would you mind going on record?” The weyrwolf asked, holding up his phone to show her the app already open on his phone. Most of the time, he used the app to help remember his grocery list, but as he learned over the years it certainly had other uses. “Just a few quick questions,” he assured.

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WHERE: Nocturnal Tavern WHEN: 6/1/19 — 7:27PM WHO: Open to anyone

Surely there were other places August could have been hanging out, closer to home given curfew was rapidly approaching, but he liked being at the Tavern as it was more his scene than Heaven’s Tavern. He pulled his phone out of his back pocket to check the time and he was a little surprised by how late it actually was. Perhaps he should have cared more that it was past time to head home, but he couldn’t seem to find it in him. He ordered himself one last drink planning to make time for it. August understood the purpose of the curfew but he couldn’t help but think that it wasn’t really going to stop any more murders. A person could just as easily be snatched during the day as they were at night. If you knew how to do it at least. 

The lone bartender delivered his drink and without hesitation, the old man, as he thought of himself, picked up the glass and took a swig of the whiskey. It was always strange to think about, how old he was given the fact he didn’t appear so. Sometime he could even swear he felt his old age catching up with him, but it was merely his mind playing tricks as it so enjoyed doing. In truth, the weyrwolf was fit as a fiddle.

The number of people around him had dwindled down to near nothing, not that there were a great many people there, to begin with, but straggling out of the bar next to last wasn’t something he wanted to be doing either. It made him feel almost pathetic, as though he had nothing better to be doing with his time. Which was sadly the truth, but he wouldn’t say so aloud. August finished his drink in one large gulp before slamming the now empty glass back down on the bar and getting up from his stool.

He knew it was time to get going and not because of the curfew, August didn’t care much about getting a ticket over breaking curfew. Not like he really believed they could catch him in order to issue it. He pulled his wallet out and dropped enough cash on the bartop to cover his bill and a meager tip before exiting the tavern without a glance backward. A heavy sigh escaped him as the fading sun assaulted his retinas and he took in the scene around him. The worst part of the curfew to him was how light out it was still when it went into effect.

It was then that he noticed a figure hovering over his Indian Chief Dark Horse and made a beeline to back up whoever it was. There were few things in his life that really mattered and all of his bikes made that shortlist. “Hey,” he called in a deep voice as he swiftly made his way over, “Don’t breathe so hard on the bike.”

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August Wolfe: AESTHETIC && HEADCANONS

August linked up with the MML pack in August of 1968 and didn’t start speaking to other members of the pack while in his human form until late November of 1973.

Even once he began to speak aloud, the replies were often guttural and short. It was with the help of ______________ ( open connection to another MML member, they were the first to start chipping at his walls! also probably the one who got him talking first ) that he began to open himself up to the idea of being a part of a real pack and accepting what it meant and the duty that came along with it.

By 1987, August was nearly a fully functioning member of the MML, still wasn’t a conversationalist or someone to seek out if you wanted to have fun, but he’d accepted his position as Hunter and took the job seriously, just as he still took everything seriously.

For every wonderful thing he found himself introduced to, there always seemed to be five other horrible things happening that took away from the good. He didn’t like it, but he found himself drawn to the news and all the happenings of the world that he missed while lost in the wilderness. He could see there was so much potential for humans, given all they created since the time of his birth alone, but they couldn’t seem to grasp it themselves. The more he discovered about the world’s history, the more he longed to return to the woods and leave the humans behind.

His faith in humanity and the possibility that humans are good is all but nonexistent now. After learning that two world wars and then some, weren’t enough to make them stop slaughtering each other than he believed nothing could.

It was September 2001 that he stopped paying attention to what was happening in the mortal world. The only real danger they posed now was to themselves. Or so he 

While he stopped caring about the news and the horrid things ( and this is coming from weyrwolf who used to eat people ) they were up to, August found himself entranced with the splendid forms of entertainment.  

He loved music from the first moment he heard it, though most people would not be able to guess the music style he most listens to. Anything dance-worthy and with a good beat is something he can get into. Though it is highly unsettling as he usually listens with his headphones on and hardly moves a muscle while he does so. He’s also a sucker for Elvis. Electronic/dance music makes him feel lively and as for Elvis he mostly just enjoys his voice. He’s open to other genres but they’re probably not going to his first pick.

His current favorite playlist [ x ].

The fastest way to his heart is through food. Anything super greasy and fatty is right up his alley. Though as soon as he’s finished eating he’ll shut you right back out. And he eats hella fast.

In 1983 he found a deep interest in motorcycles, excited by the speed and power they possessed. He wanted to harness it for himself, feel that power while in his meat suit that he relished so much while a wolf. Since then, he’s become quite the connoisseur on the subject and can often to be found around his place and working on his newest project. He’s always got at least a few bikes in good condition and ready to ride.

[ near-drowning tw ] August is a land body, don’t ask him to go swimming and don’t ask him to fly. He won’t do it. When he was still just a pup, August was playing on the bank of a rapid river with his adopted siblings when they got too rowdy and things escalated. Into the icy waters they went, the swift current pulled him and his sister under, to the point where they felt as though their lungs could explode only to resurface in the nick of time. This went on for minutes and the two regretful pups were only rescued on account of their mother’s sharp instincts. Ever since that day, August has done his best to keep his feet firmly planted on land. Or in very shallow water. [ end tw ]

In the early 70′s, August learned how to read and he found that immersing himself in a good book was the best way to quiet his overactive mind. He spent over 130 years with only his own thoughts and the feelings of those in his pack and the prey he hunted down, so books were a serious game changer for him. He also found it highly amusing how many fantasy novels there were about the supernatural and even his own kind. Though frankly, he found it concerning how much factual information was out there about them, an opinion he’s been known to express aloud.

His weyrwolf hide is black as midnight, something that’s only ever attributed to his masterful hunting skills. He learned as a pup how to hide in the shadows and let his hide to the camouflaging for him. 

August has always been very in touch with the wolf inside as he’s spent more time on earth in his wolf form than as a human. His instincts have been honed over the last century and are as lethal as any apex predator, even in his human form he’s a force to reckoned with. He lives for the thrill of the hunt and often prefers to do so alone even now, having been one with nature for so long.

He’s also more advanced in battle skill and strategy as he’s spent so much of his life fighting to survive and was often the first line of defense for his previous packs as he possessed powers of regeneration and they didn’t. Not that he minded, as he was willing to do whatever he could to protect the ones he loved.

He secretly longs to be able to trust all the members of the MML pack just as he used to be able to trust the entirety of the packs he used to be run with. There was an unmatched level of trust that he never knew he would miss. And the sense of security that went along with it was always a bonus.

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WHERE: Astoria Campus WHEN: 5/30/19 — 1:34pm WHO: Selena Ivy / @lenxivy​

August had never spent much time in Rapid City before as there was no point in it for him. But ever since the murders he found himself drawn to Astoria for some reason, as well as the other two locations the bodies had been found, but those locations felt so much more discreet than this. This spot one, in particular, seemed to pull him in and hold his attention for some unknown reason, perhaps it was due to how very public the scene had been. He wanted to understand better what was happening, why all hell had suddenly seemed to break loose and most importantly who was behind it all. He didn’t want to admit it aloud, but the old wolf had settled into Hill City nicely and he wasn’t going to pack his bags and turn tail so quickly. 

To say he felt out of place among the student bustling about to make it to their next class—or whatever it was college students did these days would be an understatement. Yet there he was, lurking about where the Dean’s body had been found as if he’d really be able to sniff out a clue someone else had missed. He might have been good, but even he wasn’t that good. August knew it wasn’t possible, but he found himself with so much free time lately and he wasn’t willing to sit there idly either. 

He hadn’t told Celeste what he was up to, but that was only because he didn’t want her to stop him and if she didn’t know what he was up to, she couldn’t very well command him to cease. A heavy sigh escaped him as he turned his back on the spot he’d been staring at for nearly an hour only to find himself colliding with another. 

“That’s on me,” he replied gruffly as his critical gaze settled on whoever it was he just as easily could have knocked down, but thankful he didn’t. “Sorry,” August finally said almost forgetting it was what one was supposed to say. Apologies were something he was still far from understanding let alone mastering them.

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the one where quentin hides from penny behind a tree

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Where: Celeste’s Father’s home at the Rec Room When: 5/26/2019. 6:45 pm Who: Open to all Pack Members/Renegades

Celeste stood in the kitchen of her father’s house, their last encounter dancing in her mind. She could see it play out in front of her, how he had squared off just as she had. How he had semi begged her not to do this. He had truly believed that she wouldn’t win in their fight, that he would take her down and kill his only daughter.

He’d been fuckin’ wrong, hadn’t he?

Here she was, standing tall as interim alpha she planned on staying that way. She could hear laughter in the other room, a video playing on someone’s phone. She grabbed a beer from the fridge with a smile on her face and sauntered towards the Rec Room. Their haven. The place they congregated as a pack and spent time bonding–also the place where the Renegades met up and planned out their excursions.

She sat down next to the wolf on the couch and reached for her pack of cigarettes. “Place is weird without dad in it,” she said, sounding every bit like the concerned daughter. She was really good at it. “What the fuck have you been up to? Renegades need another run…money’s hemoraging. Plus…I think a new flatscreen would look bomb in here.”

August’s fingers moved with lightning speed over the buttons on the Xbox controller, mashing the buttons furiously as he tried his best to keep up with his online competitors. It wasn’t easy for him, not as easy as he would have liked as he found himself more frustrated than he ought to be when he played. Something that seemed to relax the other members of the pack only made him angrier. 

There were still plenty of things about his new life that he hated and the gaming systems at times was one of them, but then again, there were the upsides. Like all the spectacular forms of entertainment humans had created for themselves. Music and books were among his favorite ways to pass time now that he knew they existed and had full access to them. The food, however, had to be the best of it and he hated to think he survived over a century on raw meat alone when there were so many better options out there. Not that it matters now, he mused to himself. 

He felt the couch move at the weight of someone beside him and he knew who it was before she even spoke. August nodded in somber agreement, “Mm,” was all he could manage as he tried to keep himself alive just a little longer until he reached the checkpoint. "Fuck,” he shouted as the screen went red indicating his character had died and he tossed the controller on to the table in front of him with an annoyed groan. 

Looking to his alpha in charge, August shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever I’ve been told to do,” he retorted in a dry sort of tone. It was what he always did, no more and certainly no less. “Oh, great. All the better to watch me get annihilated on,” he chuckled with a roll of his eyes. “Seriously though, whatever profits we bring in should go to this place last.” Perhaps it was the unpopular opinion, as most of his opinions were, but he couldn’t help but feel like there were more important matters that needed tending. 

“And I don’t think making yourself feel more at home is going to make it any less weird he’s not here,” August added almost as an after-thought, getting the sense she didn’t have as big a problem with how things had changed as she was willing to let on. 

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i. overview

Species: Moon Blooded Weyrwolf

Full Name: August Wolfe

Birthday & Age: January 1832  / appears 32

Rank: Hunter of Magnum Malum Lupis

Level: Lycan

Occupation: Runaway Driver for Hill Renegades

Neighborhood: Miller Heights, 1 bed 1 bath - lives alone.

Residency Status: Newcomer, seven months

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

ii. personality

+ intuitive, resourceful, stoic, & straightforward.

- possessive, feral, cautious, & crass.

iii.  about the species

they often live in packs headed by alphas, they have a specific structure and the more powerful the pack the more powerful the weyrwolves inside it and vice versa, it is rare to see a wolf without a pack. weyrwolves age much slower than humans. If turned, they begin feeling the stages of delayed aging after their first full moon. one can be born a weyrwolf or they can be turned by another in wolf form, or in transition / on a lunar cycle. they’re said to be created by wytches, much like vaympires who they hold natural aversion too due to their undead nature. wolves are aggressive by nature due to their animal instinct, although with time and willpower it can be tamed.

v.  the past

chapter i. — the outcast

august wolfe, named after the month he was found in and for what he truly is by members of the pack when they first found him. he spent most of his years roaming the earth like a lost soul, only ever really half belonging anywhere at one time. lucky enough to be found as a pup and taken in and unlucky enough to have everything he loved and held dear ripped away from him every few decades. forced to relive the same fate over and over. as hard as he tried he was never able to save his family from the ravages of time and so he endured on. roaming great forest after great forest knowing who he was all the while missing the things he needed most.

for more than a century, he wandered. never knowing what it was like to have a name of his own or to hold a real spoken conversation with another human. never having anyone to teach him about what was happening to him or to explain why he was so different from the rest of what he believed were his kind, august learned to master the shift by the time he was thirty. he learned how to use excruciating pain of the shift to help him instead of hinder. how to use the pain as fuel to propel him forward with an unparalleled level of aggression.

his life consisted of what august could chalk up to nothing more than simplicity compared to the life he was about to be thrust into. he wasn’t searching for them, or at least that’s what he told himself, but one day he finally crossed paths with others like him and joined them despite everything in him fighting the change. upon discovering the truth of who he was, august found peace for the first time in his life. he was still vastly different from them, but he now understood himself in a way he never imagined he could.

chapter ii. — the rehabilitated

he’s the type that could be considered an apex predator, with strength and speed an ordinary wolf could only dream to possess and human intelligence to match. though like every upbringing, there were downsides and August had them in plenty. despite his integration to his new weyrwolf pack over the half century, his instincts remained primal still, feral even at times as it takes little to set him off. he often lacks concern and compassion for others as he’s never seen or understood how it could help solve a problem. he would much rather use brute force or violence to get things done as it had never failed him in the past.

august is a master at reading body language as it’s been his first language for over a century, what he lacks is knowing exactly how to act on the signs he’s given. more often than not, he ignores the things he picks up on, the emotions from those around him he’s always been so good at sensing, because he doesn’t know how to comfort anyone or even how to really show empathy. it’s a little easier for those in his pack, as he shares a connection with them he doesn’t with the rest of the world.

chapter iii. — the inner psyche

loyalty has been the strongest pillar of his belief system since he was just a pup. though the way he’s always perceived loyalty is different than the way most do. his loyalty always rested with the pack and whatever was best for the pack as a whole. august never believed in any one wolf being above the rest of the pack, even the alpha as it was the alpha’s duty to keep everyone safe. even though he regretted it and it pained him so, august had left behind members of his pack before and taken out others who posed a danger to their survival. he learned through those hardships that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for the good and survival of his pack. something he knows to be true to this day.

v.  the current

chapter iv. — the outcast with a cause

being alpha was never something august sought out while running free with the wolves, the job merely fell into his lap more often than not as he was better suited to protect the pack than any of them. he won’t freely admit it but joining magnum malum lupis put him at ease in ways nothing else could. joining up meant it was no longer solely his job to protect and defend those important to him. a weight that had been breaking his back for decades was lifted and the only way he knew he could repay it was to keep the pack going for generations to come.

despite all the time he’d spent with the other, august could still feel it in his bones how different he was. the wolf inside him was constantly lingering near the surface and ready to be unleashed at any time. he wasn’t the sort to interjected his every opinion when it came to mind or explain his point of view kindly. he’s no problem telling it like it is, even if it’s not what anyone wants to hear and the chances of his making someone cry while he does it are relatively high. august knows his purpose and doesn’t plan on letting anything — or anyone, deter him from it.

vi. connections

✗ THE VAGABOND & THE EVERYMAN - while his stance on the former alpha’s offspring’s bid for power remains neutral, he is wary of the duo’s greedy eyes. he himself has never felt any great need for power, but he won’t stand for either of the thugs as his leader. he holds no trust with the duo, and has made it clear privately that he will do all in his power to keep them from the position of alpha - including a battle to the death.

His face claim is ARJUN GUPTA and he’s played by ISLA.

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Peaky Blinders (TV Series 2013– )

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Don’t ever back me into a corner expecting me to break.

                           I do not do gentle.

             I will take every single tear I shed on your behalf and use it as ammo in the war that you started.

                               I will fight until I can’t fight anymore and I will win.

Because while I might seem fragile to you

                  { I have won more battles than you could imagine }

        and I am stronger than any warrior this planet could muster up.

                                                        You bite me and I will bite back.

           The thing is ——

                                         —— my teeth are [ s h a r p e r  ] than yours.