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[Formerly alphawolfhale; this is my dear friend Kelsey’s reboot of her Derek Hale blog.  If you’re not following her; you should be.  You won’t regret it.  She’s an absolute babydoll and a very talented writer.  Okay, I am going to stop myself before I babble on way too much.  xD  So, do the thing!]

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isaaclaus replied to your post:isaaclaus started following you SHIT.  I’VE BEEN...

You say that like it’s a bad thing. Rude.

D:  I was only kidding.

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“I was bitten by the same werewolf that took my mother and father’s lives.”  It’s a bitter reply; he’s still never really ready to talk about that particular wolf.  “Devoured them, and then bit me.  It took me two years to find it.  Hunt it down.  Turns out.  The thing was actually a demon possessing a werewolf.  It’s a rare thing for someone to catch, but it happens.  I ripped the demon out.  Left the werewolf alone.  Much as I wanted to just gut the dame thing.”  He mutters almost too darkly. 

“It’s been what – six years since they’ve been gone and …four since I’ve been a wolf.”  He’s watching the teen and what he has been doing against that wall. “Yeah, sucks – like you said.  Need an extra set of hands there?  You don’t look quite so relaxed yet.”  He was good at massages; it’s all he’s offering, nothing more.  Though the non-shock of Stiles’ response to his story doesn’t surprise him as much as one would think.  He’d pretty much expected it.

          The teen moved to lean back against the wall some more, rolling his body until he heard the noticeable crack in his spine, offering a slight groan to the feeling. Man he had needed that, to be honest he could use a full on massage, one of those Japanese ones where they walk on your back. The stress of keeping everything secret as well as actually keeping everyone safe was really starting to wear and tear at his body and for eighteen years old, that was ridiculous. 

He listened in as the other continued to talk, brows raising as he finished. He was sure that his lack of being shocked would be a little strange to the older male, but Stiles had been around werewolves for some time now, seen things and done things you’d only read about in fairy tales or horror stories. “Wow that— yeah that sucks I’m sorry, what happened? I mean, did you get turned by one you were hunting or was you born this way?” He knew there were two ways of becoming one, he just didn’t know how to differentiate the way they were affected yet. 

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isaaclaus started following you

SHIT.  I'VE BEEN FOUND.  -hides from Michael;  xD

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Now I feel bad because I'm working on a reply for Lea.

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[This is my dear friend Kelsey, some of you might know her as alphawolfhale, infractusxanimus, inperditusvalens, leatherandgunshots and/or ledzeppelinandshotguns — just to name a few.  This is her blog for her OC, a were-cat, named Mason.  And if you’re not already following her or role-playing with her — on this blog, or any of her many others — you should be.]

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nephilimblond replied to your post: New layout.

it’s great :)

Thanks.  :)

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New layout.

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[SMS — Red.]  Keep this up and he won't.  You know.  To punish you.

[SMS - Dire] Big Bad Wolf gonna come get me?

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[SMS — Red.]  Woman. [SMS — Red.]  I swear to god. [SMS — Red.]  You're in so much trouble.

[SMS - Dire] Good.

[SMS - Dire] Oops. I’m not really sorry, though.

[SMS - Dire] .. I wonder how many times I could get you to do that before you get in here.