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"people  do  that?  that  feels  counterproductive."  who'd  upset  their  tattoo  artist?  that'd  guarantee  spelling  errors  or  something.  angel  would  prefer  his  first  &  potentially  only  tattoo  to  be  good.  not  the  spiteful  work  of  a  man  who  wished  him  ill.  he  got  the  feeling  he  wasn't  like  that,  so  ..he  remained  calm  in  the  feline's  presence,  if  still  a  little  nervous.

there  were  a  lot  of  good  designs  in  the  folders,  but  nothing  that  called  to  him.  maybe  he  wasn't  meant  to  have  tattoos.  although  the  offer  ..  was  really  sweet.  he  smiled  brightly  &  gave  a  little  nod.  "okay,  yeah  -  promise  i  won't  burn  the  place  down  or  tattoo  myself  in  the  meantime."  he  had  a  quick  look  around,  letting  his  eyes  roam  over  the  walls  &  the  interior  before  finding  a  seat  close-by.  phone  out,  he  was  just  browsing  when  the  other  returned  with  a  really,  really  beautiful  sketch.  beaming,  he  nodded  in  excitement.  "yeah,  yeah  -  i  love  it!  is  that  about  the  size  it's  gonna  be?"

This interaction made Jaxon chuckle more then most as he didn't feel tense around the omega like other people he had worked for did. The werelynx was definitely trying to get the guy to trust his skill but at least Angel wasn't demanding things like he owned the place. That was a breath of fresh air for sure. "Trust me, if you're awkward- its cute. I'm just mainly thankful that you're not coming in here with a hostile attitude demanding I do this or that.. those clients are the worst." he portrayed.

He watched the other flipping as he immediately jotted down the words of inspiration he was looking for. "hmm give me a couple minutes and I'll see what I can do.. I have an idea. You can have a look around if you want.. just try not to touch anything with a switch.. think you can handle that, gorgeous. I'm just gonna go into my office and make a quick sketch." Time passed by as he started going ham with the little flowers and his lion. --- He came back. "Hey Angel, what do you think of this?" he inquired.

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"it  wasn't,  you're  not  awkward,  i  promise.  if  anything,  i  am."  he  didn't  know  why,  but  he  felt  really  nervous  in  his  presence  &  it  showed.  not  that  angel  wasn't  always  a  little  awkward  around  people.  he  blamed  his  father  for  being  a  helicopter  dad,  really.  angel  was  so  paranoid  at  this  point  that  he  expected  his  dad  to  watch  him  twenty-four-seven.  shaking  his  head  a  little,  he  sighed  softly,  still  absent-mindedly  flipping  through  the  many  pages.  he  liked  a  lot  of  them,  but  they  weren't  what  his  heart  longed  for.

"oh,  ..thanks...?"  he  didn't  exactly  feel  like  an  angel,  he  just  didn't  like  his  proper  name,  it...  he  wasn't  feeling  it  most  of  the  time  &  his  dad  calling  him  angel  ever  since  he  was  a  little  cub...  yeah.  still.  "you  could?  i...want  something  simple  ..subtle..  maybe  like  really  basic  but  with  flowers?  i  wanna..  yeah,  i  think  i'd  like  that.  maybe  ..um..  on  my  back?"  he  could  hide  that  if  he  chickened  out  &  decided  not  to  tell  his  dad. 

The alpha didnt know what it was about the other that made him hard to take his eyes off him, but he didnt mind if the other didnt. He wanted to make a good first impression, give him the tattoo he wanted and let him leave with a good solid experience. He tried to be as polite as he could, standing up straight and not crossing his arms while the other made a decision, but the alpha wanted to fidget. He settled for putting his arms on the counter and watching him from a respectable distance.

Jaxon cleared his throat as he shook his head. "Yeah maybe one day, sorry if that was awkward. He shook the others hand firmly and smiled. "Angel, what such a fitting name for you." he replied. He let go and looked at the other before slowly touching the idea book and flipping to where he could help find the lions if he had any. "That sounds like a great choice, if you dont see something you like maybe I can draw it for you. I wouldn't mind... you'd just have to let loose a little bit, a dig deep with your emotions that way I can sense the true feelings and vision you want out of this. Angel."

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angel  didn't  go  on  dates  often,  or  at  all.  his  father  would  probably  not  be  too  happy  about  it  either  -  he  could  already  hear  him  groan  about  the  choice  angel  made,  but  he  didn't  care.  if  he  wanted  to  see  the  tattoo  artist  again,  then  he  would  &  he  really,  really  did  want  to  see  him  again,  away  from  all  this.  just  the  two  of  them.  he  flipped  through  the  pages,  trying  to  let  them  fuel  his  imagination,  bring  him  ideas  &  the  like.  he  had  a  vague  idea  what  he  wanted,  but  it  wasn't  quite  enough  to  go  far.

"....wow,  okay.  uhhh,  no  chinese,  got  it."  he  wasn't  going  to  get  words  tattoo'd  anyway.  not  yet  at  least  &  definitely  not  chinese.  cheeks  flushed  at  the  brash  comment,  angel  glanced  away,  back  down  on  the  pages  he'd  been  flipping  through.  "y-yeah...  maybe  a  little  too  obvious  for  now,  but  maybe  one  day."  smiling  a  little,  he  shook  the  other's  hand,  letting  his  own  ...linger  within  the  alpha's  for  a  little  too  long.  "angel.  my  last  name's  a  mouthful,  so  angel's  good.  nice  to  meet  you,  jaxon."  when  he  finally  pulled  his  hand  away,  fingers  went  to  play  with  the  edge  of  the  pages  he'd  been  flipping.  "so  um...  i  don't  have  a  lot,  but  i  wanted  to  get  a  lion.  i  know..  it's  kinda  lame,  but  i  was  thinking  something  ..not  quite  on  the  nose  but  y'know?  it's  who  i  am."

He playfully pumped his fist in the air, with a little "yes!" excited to get the chance to impress the omega further. "Thank you thank you wont regret it, I promise it will a great time." he smiled. Jaxon was trying his hardest to really make friends but he knew his rowdy and reckless behavior like jumping off a roof into a pool wasnt for everyone. "Of course, its my pleasure beautiful." He flashed a smile as he took a step back for a second drinking some water from his thermos.

"Them trying to get me sued for them not having 100% translation accuracy when they asked to get tatted, its complicated. If you really want to know - i can get more into the details later. Lets just find you something that will make you happy. I know you have to have some ideas in that brain of yours. I would say your neck is a nice place for a canvas but thats a little too obvious even if someone were to just mark it" Jaxon scratched his neck nervous about being so forward. "I'm Jaxon, Jaxon Glass he offered his hand. And you are?" he chuckled.

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"yeah,  yeah  -  i'd  like  that."  did  he  just  ...  pick  up  a  date  while  trying  to  rebel  against  the  suppression  of  his  father?  that  felt  ...too  easy.  not  that  he'd  complain.  the  alpha  was  handsome  &  smart,  though  he  assumed  his  dad  would  not  be  happy.  not  that  he  cared.  he'd  meet  him  anyway.  bright  smile,  teeth  played  with  his  bottom  lip  -  a  nervous  habit  he  couldn't  always  suppress.  "oh  yeah,  cool,  thanks."  ready  to  browse  through  the  many  examples  in  the  binders,  he  glanced  up  when  the  other  spoke  again.

"lawsuits  because  ..of  tattoos?  why?"  that  ...made  no  sense  to  him,  but  then  again  he  didn't  really  know  much  of  the  outside  world  &  how  people  lived  out  there.  he  always  wondered  about  humans  &  the  way  they  lived  their  lives,  but  ..  he  also  knew  he  had  no  place  out  there  among  them.  this  was  his  home.  "no  chinese,  got  it."  part  of  him  wanted  to  ask  about  japanese,  simply  due  to  his  indirect  heritage.  (he  wasn't  japanese,  but  his  grandfather  was...  is).  "uh...  yeah,  i  think  so.  just...for  now.  if  i  get  another,  i'll  make  it  really  obvious."  soft  chuckle,  pages  were  flipped  &  he  had  already  found  a  few  patterns  he  liked.  "you  ..never  told  me  your  name."

Jaxon didnt want to sound cocky but he knew he was right when it came to the name of the game that is tattoos in New Haven. He was happy that the omega feline was in his presence, and he was gonna make sure that the youngin' had a great first piece. "Not to lay it on thick or anything, but definitely gorgeous. I'd like that - maybe I could take you out sometime. If you wanted." He hoisted two big binders off one of the shelves. "I have dividers so its easy to look through. And if you want to look at something like pinterest I have my tablet here too." He smirked.

"Theres only one condition when it comes to me, but I feel like you should hear it. I dont care how much you pay me but I don't do foreign language tattoos ive dealt with my fair share of lawsuits. So please no chinese script? Got it?" He declared. "Now im guessing you want to hide this from your father so we need a secret but good canvas am I correct?"

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"i  guess  you're  right."  angel  smiled  a  little,  though  he  couldn't  help  but  want  to  know  how  it  all  worked.  there  was  so  much  in  this  world  they  all  took  for  granted.  something  he  actually  had  to  thank  his  father  for  was  that  he  thought  about  things.  he  didn't  accept  life  &  order  as  it  was,  he  questioned,  he  learned.  he  was  raised  to  strive  for  more  than  he  thought  he  was.  "it's  still  pretty  cool.  you'll  have  to  tell  me  all  about  it  one  day."  did  he  make  the  ink  himself?  did  he  order  it?  could  he  tell  him  who  made  it  if  not  him?  did  he  have  to  look  for  anything  special  when  applying  it?  it  was  safe,  right?

"i  am,  but  i'm  not  a  kid  anymore  and  he's  got  to  accept  that,  y'know?"  he  could  make  his  own  decisions,  even  if  he  lived  in  his  father's  house  still.  it  didn't  matter,  he  could  still  decide  for  himself.  "do  you  have  like..  inspirational  books  or  something?  wait,  do  you  also  do  piercings?"

Was Jaxon getting a little handsy a bit too early? Maybe. But, he didn't care. He wanted to get this guy what he wanted. The older male was known for his hospitality and can do attitude. "Well gorgeous, most people don't think about that part but its very vital for this whole establishment to exist." He chuckled as he did a "jazz hands like gesture" to add effect.

The alpha made a sound of approval when the other took his hand and agreed to be a little bit more reserved and chillax. "We can figure that out together, especially since this is a permanent thing. Maybe we get it somewhere your dad doesn't normally see a lot. If youre worried about backlash from it. "

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"y-yeah,  i  can.  of  course  i  can."  he  was  not  a  child.  why  did  everybody  always  imply  that?  why  did  they  always  imply  that  -  just  because  he  was  his  father's  son...  that  he  couldn't  take  care  of  himself?  that  he  was  some  spoiled  little  good-for-nothing.  he  wasn't.  it  wasn't  his  fault  his  father  was  who  he  was.  he  didn't  ask  for  it.  not  that  he  saw  anything  wrong  with  his  dad.  well,  there  was  a  lot  wrong,  but  nothing  that  would  make  him  wish  for  another  home  to  call  his  own.  that  all  had  nothing  to  do  with  why  he  was  here  or  ...what  he  was  going  to  do.  it  had  nothing  to  do  with  anything.  "i'm  not  my  dad,  okay?"  the  young  lion  almost  growled,  but  it  somewhat  died  on  the  way  up  out  of  his  chest.

everything  moved  so  slowly.  it  was  almost  like  he  watched  it  happen  to  him,  unable  to  react  or  move.  or  maybe  that  was  just  normal  when  an  alpha  feline  -  the  top  tier  alpha  to  even  exist...  acknowledged  your  existence.  he  was  so  close,  his  strong  scent  so  ....  so  intimidating.  dark  eyes  eyes  rested  on  the  other's  face  as  he  closed  in,  closer  ....  closer,  closest.  breath  held,  his  eyes  responded  to  the  crimson  flash,  angel's  own  shining  bright  golden.  breath  released,  shaky  &  low...  danilo  was  everywhere  at  once,  all  around  him  -  arms,  his  face...  his  scent  had  already  made  a  home  in  his  lungs..  he  couldn't  escape,  but  he  also  didn't  want  to.  to  find  that  ...  he  could  catch  the  attention  of  an  alpha  like  him  was  ...  unbelievable.  angel  felt  a  high  unlike  anything  he'd  ever  felt  before.

"i'm...  i'm  not.  i  just  think  you're  ...  you're  very  handsome  and  ummm..  yeah.  i  saw  you  looking  at  me  and  i  thought  maybe...  i  mean,  that  maybe  you  ummm..  wanted  me  to  come  over."  riling  up  alphas?  he  ...hadn't  tried  to.  but  wait?  did  he  have  that  influence  on  him?  &  there  went  that.  his  chest  puffed  up  a  little  in  pride,  though  he  was  still  effectively  meshed  in-between  alpha  &  dead  end,  so  ...  he  didn't  have  many  places  to  go.  "i  didn't  mean  to  bother  you.  i-if  you  umm,  if  you'd  rather  i  go,  i  can  just..."  run  home  &  hide  for  the  rest  of  his  life,  probably.

Angel was tantalizing for a hunter like Danilo, even beyond his scent and the potential for encroachment he presented. Any chance to remind omegas of their place in this world would be one he leaped at, especially prideful ones like Ryan. The lion had the gall to command Danilo to stay away from his cub, which made the prospective conquest that much more appealing.

Not to mention, the cub was practically begging for it. He took the bait and fell for Danilo's trap, leaning in further as the Alpha leaned back to gain his favor unaware of the tiger claws slowly boxing him in. "You can take care of yourself, huh?" he comments in the same, aggressively mocking tone. Danilo says this as if in disbelief, though still puffs at Angel's assertion. The omega was clearly fishing for Danilo's approval in one way or another, dangling himself in front of the tiger's maw blind to the risk. He was lucky the Alpha never turned down good prey and always played with his food.

"I don't think so, ain't got shit to do with your moon or nothing. Just what happens when you get your head pumped full of your prude father's crap." A cub repressed dancing on the edge of danger to try and break free was a quarry Danilo could understand. He stands, a cross between a purr and a growl terminating from his chest as he saunters into Angel's space. Trapping him into the corner of the outdoor deck area, Danilo's eyes flash red for a moment as his arms form a new cage around Angel, claws scraping against the metal as his hands grip the railing. The way he scents the omega is borderline lewd, inhaling the sweetness wafting from Angel while making no effort to quell the lusty projection of his own thoughts in his musk. "What? Did you feel safe coming to a bar like this, looking like that? You made a bad call kid, or maybe..." Danilo's voice drops as he lowers his face directly into the other's, commanding Angel's attention. "...you're too damn smart and know exactly what you're doing. Riling up Alphas for kicks your idea of omega work?"

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he  wasn't  very  funny  it  seemed.  well,  angel  knew  that,  but  he'd  tried  regardless.  well,  he'd  just  have  to  try  harder  next  time.  he'd  never  stopped  to  wonder  what  it  meant  to  be  in  the  business  of  making  tattoos  for  supernaturals,  but  now  that  he  pointed  out  the  healing,  he  couldn't  help  think.  right.  "that's  ...impressive  actually.  i  never  like...  thought  about  that  side."  especially  the  werefolk,  like  they  both  were  ...  they  healed  so  quick.  oh,  &  dragons!  wait,  could  he  even  tattoo  dragonbloods?  wasn't  their  skin  super  thick?  he  probably  shouldn't  ask.  not  now.  he  was  probably  disturbing  him  anyway  &  postponing  the  shop  from  opening  or  something.

when  a  really  big,  but  also  really  soft  hand  came  to  rest  upon  his  chin,  he  just  ...stopped.  as  if  time  stood  still  right  now,  he  allowed  for  their  eyes  to  meet,  his  own  dark  ones  lost  in  the  brightness  of  the  other's.  "okay,  alright.  if  you  say  so."  he  shot  the  other  a  little  smile,  followed  by  a  nod.  one  of  his  hands  came  up  to  rest  against  the  other's.  "thanks.  it's  uhhh..  it's  my  first  and  my  dad's  probably  gonna  kill  me,  but  i  really  want  one."  he  had  a  vague  idea  what  he  wanted,  but  the  details  as  to  where,  how  &  why  were  ...unclear.

Jaxon was a little surprised that the other was up here at this time of day. But, its not like the alpha was truly doing anything while word still got out around New Haven that he existed. the other was very cute and something about his bashfulness seemed to entice the werelynx. Jaxon did sense there was a bit of hesitation and he didnt know if would be the right thing to try and convince him to get some ink or tell him it would be okay if he didn't.

"Well that's good, I'm glad that my sense of smell is pretty fair cause its kinda hard to hear from back there." He smirked. "Oh there's nothing fake about it, sweetheart Its a major responsibility to have this type of job. Sure there are thousands of tattoo artists out there - but I have to use magic ink for us supernaturals.. or healing would take over and it would just fade away." he bit his lip as the other seemed to cower away, his empathetic and welcoming nature wanting to come out. 'Fuck it' he thought. "Hey, look at me." Jaxon bellowed as he softly reached across the counter and pulled his chin back to his focus, their eyes meeting. "You are perfectly fine, and I am open. You clearly had a purpose of being here. So let have a consult and talk about what you're looking for. You don't have to go. I promise i'm patient and take the best care of my clients to ensure trust is given. this is permanent after all." he grinned.

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he  should've  caught  his  scent  before,  but  angel  had  been  too  busy  pretending  he  wasn't  afraid  of  the  consequences  of  his  actions  today.  sure,  he  wanted  this  &  sure,  he  wanted  to  teach  his  father  a  lesson,  but  ...  he  was  a  daddy's  boy  a  tattoo  was  a  life-long  change  to  his  body,  so...  he  had  to  be  sure.  he  was,  but  he  also  wasn't.  or  something  like  that.  he  was  raised  to  think  &  he  wasn't  sure  if  that  was  a  good  thing  or  not,  because  if  he  didn't  always  ponder  on  big  decisions,  he  might've  actually  got  somewhere  in  his  life  by  now.  not  that  he  didn't..  he  just  didn't  really  know  what  he  wanted  from  life..

"oh.  no,  not  long  at  all."  angel  shot  the  other  a  smile,  trying  so  very  hard  not  to  let  it  show  just  how  hard  he  was  ogling  him.  was  he  new  in  town?  he  had  to  be.  angel  was  quite  sure  he'd  know  if  there  had  been  a  handsome  .....  something  feline  in  town.  his  eyes  alone...  it  was  quite  the  strain  not  to  get  lost  in  them,  though  ...  he  might  have...done  exactly  that.  snapping  out  of  it  with  a  little  cough  &  a  little  shuffle,  he  looked  up  at  him  again.  "pretty  sure.  unless  the  name's  just  bait  and  you're  not  actually  seeing  tattoos."  his  own  little  try  to  quip  back.  "if  you're  not  open  yet  i  can  come  back  another  day..."  he  noticed  he  was  the  only  one  there  &  didn't  want  to  be  a  bother.

Jaxon Glass was nothing short of a mystery, although he wasnt your typical "tall, dark, and handsome" type. He had an edge to him but he wasnt necessarily a character you'd write home about. He was just getting his life together after appealing to the council about opening up his own tattoo parlour in the mall. Luckily, with their approval Lunar Ink Studios was know official and open for business. He expected things to be slow as who knew what revenue all this town chaos would bring. He was just glad he could be doing something that he loved. Jax was a real artist at heart.

He was just doing an inventory check to see what he really needed to save up for and cleaning up the place as the last owners of the space hadn't been here in quite some time and their were cobwebs all around. He wasn't even aware of a potential customer being on the other side of back office the only privacy was a red silk curtain. Jax carried a box, as he smelled another being close by. "Oh hello there, sorry have you been waiting long, man?" he smirked. He could tell the other was a bit nervous. The older male teased him trying to break the tension shown in his body language. "You sure you're in the right place?

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this  was  ...the  ultimate  rebellion.  he  wasn't  sure  how  he  got  this  far,  maybe  it  was  because  of  danilo  making  him  feel  small  &  innocent,  maybe  it  was  because  of  his  father  acting  like  he  was  a  little  boy  or  maybe  he  just  wanted  to  do  this  for  himself.  when  the  old  tattoo  parlor  closed  down,  angel  regretted  not  having  gone  there  before  &  for  the  longest  time  he  thought  council  wouldn't  allow  another  to  open,  but  thankfully  ...they  did.  now...  angel  wasn't  afraid,  nor  was  he  shy  (he  was),  but  he'd  pondered  on  whether  he  should  go  or  not...  for  days.  it  didn't  help  that  their  entire  town  had  been  in  uproar  for  the  past  week  &  that  he'd  practically  not  seen  his  father  in  two  weeks.

today  was  the  day  though.  he'd  do  it,  he  pushed  in  through  the  doors  &  hovered  inside  by  the  counter  for  ..a  little  while,  not  sure  what  the  etiquette  was  for  ..well,  the  inside  of  a  tattoo  shop.  was  he  supposed  to  demand  attention?  wait?  cough?  stomp  in?  well,  it  appeared  he  didn't  have  to  worry  too  long,  because  when  he  glanced  up  after  fiddling  with  his  courier  bag  in  order  to  retrieve  his  wallet,  he  ....  almost  choked  on  his  tongue.  shit.  "h-hi!"  don't  yell,  dumbass.  he  couldn't  help  a  little  purr  to  roll  off  his  chest,  the  scent  of  alpha  &  feline  just  ...  too  much  to  remain  calm. "hey.."

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angel wasn't usually so ..short of words, or fidget-y, he wasn't even sure why he was so goddamn intimidated, although - looking at the alpha in all his glory, all sprawled out, comfortable & well-dressed.. he got a pretty good idea why he was struggling so much. duh. he'd not expected this or he'd definitely have worn something nicer. although - one could argue, everything in his closet was nice. one way or another. angel didn't really have a set ..style. he wore what he liked & maybe today he'd felt like a shirt that hugged his body quite nicely & bright blue torn jeans that hugged his hips. maybe he didn't come prepared, but he was ready regardless.

once they were in each other's ...personal space, something his father abhorred when it came to alphas, while angel... quite relished in the strong musk that wafted over at him & up his nostrils. how could he possibly withstand? he was still attempting to present himself the best possible way in front of the other, so his comment took the young lion by surprise & he wondered if maybe he'd been silly to think he was the actual interest of the handsome alpha blood moon. that one was obvious. blood moons & the way they could stare you down like you're the most delicious meal. that & the claws, of course. "sorry, i didn't meant to uh--" he was motioning between them & back across the road where they'd made eye contact first. was he just that--? an interruption? had he ..imagined the look he got? was he so desperate to be free he saw things?

he was about to announce his departure, tail tucked - ears drawn back & pride definitely scratched up roughly, but without the rough lovemaking he hoped for when he crossed the street, but then he smiled - or rather grinned & the intensity of it let his cheeks redden just a little, though that didn't last for long. it felt like this between them just wasn't meant to be. ryan's boy. he.. was not a boy & he had a name. soft sigh, defeat was slowly crawling up on hm & dampening his mood, especially that .. comment. when he glanced up again, hands in the pockets of his jeans, he frowned a little & shook his head no. "angel. yeah." he wasn't ryan's boy - he was his own person. "if you mean it's nice to be caged, then you've never seen the inside of one." a golden cage was still .. a cage.

he loved his dad & all that, but he was not a ... that. he was capable. but what did that matter? "i'm ...not sheltered. i can take care of myself, just like everybody else. maybe not outside, but i'm also not a blood moon." of course he knew. "or an alpha." of course he knew that was nonsense, but one of his father's many long tirades ... well, all of them had pretty much only one topic. danilo, the alpha macho. little did his dad know that angel very much had a thing for that type. he could play along, be the omega danilo wanted him to be, he wanted to be. "better leave alpha work to alphas." he shot him a little grin, all teeth & cheeks.

There wasn't an omega on this earth who could tell Danilo what to do. Angel wasn't some forbidden fruit, for that to be true he'd have to actually respect Ryan's boundaries. No, the young cub was just like anyone else: a fresh morsel for Danilo to roll on his tongue during his idle time in New Haven. Clocking the werelion in his red-eyed gaze was purely a matter of happenstance. He was out, Danilo saw, and he really couldn't help when something pretty walked by. Omegas existed for his pleasure after all.

Though Angel was special, a quarry of a different kind altogether. Danilo knew him and knew him well. Ryan never shut up about his son, and he certainly did more than necessary to demand Danilo keep his gaze far from the little cub. Naturally, that only served to pique his appetite.

A low rumble, a not-so-subtle once over, and a casual swig as he remains leaned back are Danilo's only responses. He didn't summon or prompt, but apparently, his hunter's energy delivered its own message. "On the outside, things can get brutal. That's why riders don't really take well to having their downtime interrupted." Danilo stares at Angel pointedly, just to watch him fidget more. He eventually grinned, a vicious smile that conveyed his game had already started.

"You're Ryan's boy," he states without any guise of uncertainty. When it came to omegas, Danilo struggled to remember their names and faces. At the end of the day they were all the same no matter how unique they pretended to be. Just another form of prey to a hunter like Danilo, which was why he never forgot a nice set of curves or an alluring scent. "I can smell him on you. Plus, you're about all he talks about. Must be nice, having him around to plan your life. Sheltered, soft, I bet you don't worry for a damn thing. Like a housecat."

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mother nature had ...quite mysterious ways of bringing people together if they were meant to be - or tear them apart if not. after... it wasn't like he'd stalked the alpha, but had he made sure to be there whenever his dad got back from the weekend missions? maybe. had he worn the prettiest things he could find to impress? maybe. it... seemed to have worked & there weren't words enough in this world to describe how ecstatic he felt about that. they'd spoken here & there, it felt like... the alpha took the time to get to know him, which only confirmed what he'd prayed for. he's different when it's you.

& angel was ready. he'd been out partying late, a little tipsy probably & ready to make his way home when a familiar scent hit his nose shortly before that voice he'd come to like hit the shell of his ear. soft purr & gentle gasp, his pants giving in all too easily to the curious paw looking for ..more. he couldn't help clench against that teasing finger, but he leaned back against the alpha's broad chest regardless, holding onto one of his sleeve...for several reasons. "w-we... we can write one together, you.. you and me. dad's... not gonna be home for the night."

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"Please, I need your help. I have to find a story to get me through the long nights on the outside," Danilo purrs gently into Angel's ear, a stark contrast to the rough grip he maintains on the omega's plump ass. One could only window shop for so long, and once Danilo saw his chance he pounced, needing to feel for himself how well the young cub could fit into his hand. From the way Danilo's ring finger was able to tease Angel's hole while he kept on groping, the handful of cake wasn't too much to handle at all. "Something hot and bold, something good enough to quell my ruts. Know any stories like that, kitten?"

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it was ... the bad boys that caught his attention. he didn't know why, it wasn't like angel ...was into danger per se. how could he be when he'd grown up with the father he had? always worrying if he'd come home & missing out on family dinners & the like, because evil never slept & ryan had to work late. he wasn't looking for danger, he wasn't looking to get his heart broken, but ... what could he do when love came for him out of the blue?

he'd seen him with his father & was pretty sure danilo had seen him, too - he knew they rode out together sometimes & when his father came back home... angel got to sniff the alpha off him. it was ... nice. angel didn't expect to ever speak with him or even find himself caught in his radar, because he knew options in town were unlimited & he was a fish in a big-ass pond, but when he saw the rider nurse a beer on a stroll during town, he couldn't help his heart from jumping.

& it only quickened when the alpha's eyes ... found his. did he glance to his sides to see if he was the only one there? .....yes. he was not in company of beautiful omegas on his left or right, so... him? was it because of his dad? was he the little plus one that was only paid attention to because he liked his dad? that stare... made his blood freeze, but in the best ...best possible way.

he was so handsome. he couldn't think of any alpha his own age who even got close. but he was bad news, right? his father .. seemed not to be a fan of him & they did spend quite some time together, right? although, he wouldn't be surprised if it was his father's fault - really, angel knew he ... was moody sometimes. like a moth drawn to flame, angel practically levitated across the street to where the alpha sat, all handsome & dangerous as he leaned against some wall to enjoy his beer & ....hunt? was he hunting? where could he sign up to be his prey?

"...hi. you.. work with my dad, right?" while he pretended to ponder on the alpha's name, which .. was a farce really, he fidgeted with a wristband, "..danilo? you guys do really great work, y'know?"

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angel. • bodyclaim. • headcanons. • isms. • threads.

Is that ANDRE LAMOGLIA? No, that’s ANGEL(O) ESTRADA-TAKASHI. The 25 year old BALANCE MOON WERELION OMEGA MALE (HE/HIM)  is a STUDENT + PART TIMER AT THE BOOKSHOP. If you ask their friends, they’re known to be FRIENDLY & PROTECTIVE, but beware, they’re also known to be MISCHIEVOUS & SPOILED. Can you believe they’re from THE PRESENT? Me either.

BASIC INFO

full name — Angelo Adriano Estrada-Takashi age — twenty-five (november 24th) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) second gender — omega  moon — balance moon  occupation — student + part-timer at the bookstore family — ryan estrada-takashi (father)  mate — jaxon glass (future mate)  clothing style — casual but pretty, sometimes a little too pretty for small town bc glitter

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — Andre Lamoglia hair — brown / eyes — brown height — five foot & ten inches build — he's not really into working out like his dad, but they eat healthy so he's fit and yummy scars — back of his left thigh from when he fell off a fence tattoos — n/a piercings — he WANTS a lip ring and one in his ears so he can wear chain earrings special characteristics — he's a rather positive and yet somewhat quiet person. he's not afraid of others or embarrassed (unless his dad dad's too hard on him in public despite is age) and he doesn't actively avoid people, he just ..likes reading a lot sexual preference — bottom sub kinks — breeding, hair pulling, praise, worshipping his partner's body, scents, nipple play, being someone's princess/slut/both anti-kinks — scat, gore, breath play

PERSONALITY

alignment — lawful good positive traits — protective, friendly, kind, selfless negative traits — spoiled, mischievous, jealous hobbies — dancing, reading, board games, photography

MEDICAL INFO

mental — n/a physical — healthy bby phobias — n/a eyesight — 19/20 dominant hand — ambidextrous drug use — nop alcohol use — just for partying sometimes diet — semi-healthy, into home-made food, bc he's spoiled by his dad

BACKGROUND

birthplace — new haven, CT parents — Ryan Estrada-Takashi (dame) & ??? Alpha Jaguar (sire)  siblings — none education — high school graduate notable skills — taichi, aikido, fast reader, he's a fantastic shot with the bow, which he's got from his dad

Angelo - or rather Angel doesn't know much about his family past his father and his aunts, but he's never really missed family he didn't meet before. Sure, sometimes he saw generations of families together, celebrating holidays and then there was him and his father - all alone. But, he had the person with him who meant the world to him and he knew it was the same way for his dad, so what did he have to complain about, really - right?

But back to the beginning. Angel was born in New Haven to one grumpy lion officer. He was a detective now, but not back then. He .. was never told the entire story, but he knew that his sire hurt his dad and they broke up, which left Ryan to raise him mostly alone, but Angel remembers his grandparents quite clearly despite the young age he'd been, he remembered his grandmother's voice as she sang him to sleep and .. he missed her. He .. lived quite the lonely life. With a father who had been hurt so deeply he lost trust in the people he had sworn to protect and no other siblings, Angel spent a lot of time at home. His father worked a lot, so he spent most of that time alone.

Ever since his aunts moved back to New Haven, Angel had at least some company on the very frequent late night shifts his father took on. He had friends in school, of course, but they didn't often come over to his place - nor was he allowed out too late. It wasn't like he was unhappy growing up, he wasn't. He was loved and cared for, but .. lonely nonetheless. Sometimes. But he had enough hobbies to make up for the lack of company most days; some were bestowed upon him by his father, some he picked out himself. But one thing they always did together on the weekends was an old family tradition - at least his dad said so. The art of Kyudo. Japanese Archery. So, neither Ryan nor Angel looked the part, but Ryan worshipped his father and had gladly taken over many of his old Japanese traditions and honestly? Angel enjoyed them greatly. There was ... beauty in many of them, the slow and deliberate movements, the calm and the peace he felt when exercising them.. it was truly stunning and a wonderful experience.

With gentle nudging from his father, but also due to a lack of options, Angel found himself devouring books of all kinds in his free time and - while it might've been subtly forced once upon a time, Angel developed a love for them, so when he graduated from highschool, he knew his father would demand he attended college. He did. He was. Although he still wasn't sure if he really wanted to become a teacher. Because part of him wanted to follow in his father's footsteps to protect the town that had been a safe haven to them through their lives. He could also see himself doing something else entirely - maybe dance or the ranch. Never good at making decisions, he assumed he had a few years to find out still, but also decided to not only add experience to his resume, but also help his father with the money for the house a little. He ... had an idea where to work and managed to get a part time job at the book store.

Maybe meeting new people would help him spread his wings and find his own way around New Haven one day.