boops his nose because he watched a tik tok of a girl booping big cats and a wolf is the closest thing he has to that. @mieczlw

a moment passed from either surprise or contemplation of murder. yet, there was little to no sin on the human's scent. only a faint smell of possession. linc's eyes glow brightly as they narrowed at him. what was it with humans & poking his damn nose ? " ya get one, porcelet. next 'ime, imma eat a finger. "

translation: porcelet ( piglet )

@flamefallen ( lia ) liked for a playlist starter. royal deluxe - dangerous

he   was   dangerous.   but,   only   when   he   was   at   full   strength   and   only   to   his   enemies.   he   had   been   grateful   for   the   sanctuary   provided   to   him   by   the   son   of   talia   hale.   and   he   kept   to   the   rules   set   on   him.   why   would   he   not   follow   them   ?   in   his   state   even   a   pup   could   break   him.   while   weak,   his   sense   of   smell   was   not   damaged   and   he   knew   he   wasn’t   alone   as   he   laid,   recumbent   in   the   sofa   and   tried   to   focus   on   his   body   and   forcing   the   toxicity   out.   slowly,   he   raised   up   to   sit   and   glance   in   the   direction   of   the   …   other   that   was   there.   a   familiar   scent   yet   he   could   not   place   it.   “   i   don’t   bite,   sha.   ya   can   come   out,   i   know   ya’there.   "

STILES ( @evolvingheartisms ) wanted to meet Lincoln's Uncle.

There  is  a  madness  that  𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃  the  wolf  who  stood  before  the  human  male.    Unblinking  but  focused  storm  gray  hues  fixate  on  them.    𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍  ?    A  soft  ‘  hmm  ‘  reverberates  from  his  throat.    Critical  eyes  accessed  the  young  man  in  front  of  him,  whilst  elongated  claws  reached  up,  as  if  to  grab  but  turning  at  last  moment  to  run  soft  knuckles  across  the  angled  jawline.

❛  Êtes-vous  l'humain  spécial?    Celui  qui  a  retenu  l'attention  de  mon  cher  neveu?  ❜    Mathis  leaned  forward,  claw  tracing  the  line  of  the  man’s  features  as  he  took  in  the  scent.  An  odd  grin,  twist  of  lip  spread  over  his  lips  that  were  teased  with  his  tongue.  A  taste  of  the  very  air  as  he  brought  the  hand  down  to  wrap  around  stiles’  throat.    His  thumb  almost  lovingly  stroking  his  adam’s  apple.     ❛  There  is  a  darkness  in  you,  amoureux  des  loups.  Shall  we  see  if  your  blood  is  just  as  dark,  hm?  ❜

send a ! to see what lincoln really thinks of your muse.

the  sudden  inquiry  had  surprised  him.  he  had  been  warned  by  the  wolf  derek  that  this  young  man  was  a  chaotic  force  to  which  there  was  no  tether.  still  lincoln  wondered  the  reason  such  information  from  him  would  matter.  “  sometimes ,  i  want  t’punch  ‘he  fuck  outta  ya  just  to  shut  ya  up ,  “  lincoln  mused.  a  twitch  of  a  smirk  curling  on  his  lips  before  he  sighed  and  waved  the  human  away.

“  but  it  gets  on  m’last  nerve  t’see  how  everyone  dismisses  ya  for  being  stupid ,  “  his  eyes  burn  bright  crimson  as  they  narrowed  at  stiles ,  “  including  yaself.  even  your  own  pa  thinks  you  lack  brains.  they  don’t  see  you’re  clumsy  ‘cause  you  be  thinking  four  moves  ahead.  you  annoy  the  shit  outta  me  that  ya  don’t  stand  up  t’your  friends  and  call  ‘em  out.  you  don’t  need  ‘em.  they  need  you. guess can say , i like ya regardless of ya being an annoying fuck.  “

@mieczlw

it was dangerous for him to be out of his element. rougarou's were a breed near extinct. but, the hunters would have only captured him again had he returned to the bayou. there was only a few names he remembered his mother telling him that would offer sanctuary. royalty for lack of better terminology. much as the bradbury pack would have been known for their salem roots. being in another's territory made him feel ⸻ - uncomfortable. an alpha of his own right, possibly last of his kind, coming to asking a hale for protection while he licked his wounds. a matter of pride was not the issue. it was feeling as if he had stalked the wolf as he knocked on the door that got to him.

@alphatwice liked for a starter.

⤹ MORGAN ( @ofhowlingwaves ) finds Lincoln attractive.

❛  Hope  ‘erek  don’t  mind  me  sayin’  I  think  y’attractive  to.  Hale  picked  the  best  in  d’litter.  ❜

“ can you stop growling so I focus?"

" only if ya could y'stop living so i can focus ? "

“ I found a dog. ”

HE COULDN'T RECALL ORDERING TAKE OUT? he looked between the dog & stiles with a slight tilt of his head. how did stiles know he was hungry? " did y'bring d'hot sauce for it? "

HE'D HEARD THAT THE ARGENTS HAD AN HEIR. he had been curious to see the young human woman in action. KATE ARGENT had fought with a fury that rivaled his own. christopher had been stronger yet weak in conviction. his breed of wolf stayed clear of conflict but rumors were something that linc could hardly ignore. ⸻ he watched as she trained. his frame leaned pressed against a tree while he lit a cigarette & took a deep inhale.      "      so, you're 'he huntress that's makin' all 'he boys quiver, mon cheri?      "

@silvrargcnt's playlist inspired starter. Rumors by NEFFEX.

HE  OFTEN  WONDERED  IF  HIS  MOTHER  WOULD  BE  PROUD  OF  HIM. here he was, in some small piece, continuing the packs core belief. for too many years he had been 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦, closed off to the entirety of the world. his wonderment would go unanswered. the magical anomaly was sensed by the coven. he was the ​🇮​​🇳​​🇸​​🇹​​🇷​​🇺​​🇲​​🇪​​🇳​​🇹​ that was sent to investigate the source. it was an oddity to find that the mingled smell of death, magic, & life had found itself pooled into the variant form of another ⸻ wolf. curious, linc stopped in his approach and reverberated a short rumble of a growl with his eyes glowing a pitch red. "   ain't lookin fer trouble. just here t'see why you're here?   "

@matriarchale's playlist inspired starter. Boy in the Bubble by Alec Benjamin.

⤹  STILES  ( @evolvingheartisms )  asked, { No Longer Accepting }                           ❛  Whose blood is that ?  ❜

𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐈𝐓  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  ?     Linc  stood  and  looked  from  the  deep  crimson  that  stained  his  hands  and  clothes.    It  was  never  like  the  movies.     The  smell  was  rancid  &  metallic  even  to  a  human’s  senses.     To  Linc  it  had  been  worse,  yet  he  had  grown  used  to  it.     Years  of  hunting  both  man  and  animal.    The  other  thing  that  the  movies  never  told  anyone  was  how  𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐘  it  became  once  it  started  to  dry. ❛  If  y’don’t  move  outta  my  way  so  I  can  ‘ake  a  shower,  it’s  about  t’be  your’ns.  ❜

⤹ @unclchale starter.

Talia  Hale  had  been  an  ally  for  years.    After  his  𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄  from  the  hunters,  there  was  the  need  for  sanctuary  &  for  answers  about  his  past.    It  took  him  too  far  away  from  the  comforts  of  the  bayou.    Deeper  into  where  humans  roamed  so  freely  that  they  pushed  back  𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅  to  manageable  pockets.    It  had  been  years  since  he  had  been  to  the  Hale  estate.    He  had  only  been  a  pup.    Barely  five.    Yet,  he  hadn’t  thought  to  find  the  building  a  ruin.    Old  and  falling  apart  with  scorched  timber  &  the  smell  of  death.    He  inspected  the  front  porch.    Fingers  running  along  the  grains  of  the  wood.    It  had  happened  long  ago,  yet  the  Bradbury’s  had  never  heard  of  the  damage.    𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄'𝐒  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄?

His  eyes  glowed  in  the  dark  like  red  beacons.    There  was  a  scent  in  the  air.   Another  wolf.    Familiar,  yet  there  had  been  a  strange  twist  to  the  aroma  that  Lincoln  could  not  place.    A  low  growl  of  warning  vibrated  from  his  throat  as  he  stepped  to  the  edge  and  glared  out  into  the  darkness.    ❛  I  can  𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋  ya  out  d’here,  sha.    Why  not  being  all  shy,  yeah?    Step  out  so  I  can  see  y’for  myself.    If  y’friend  of  d’he  Hale’s,  you  ain’t  my  enemy.  ❜