Londonwerewolf - Howling At The Moon

mctetzdam:

   ❝ My driving wasn’t the problem, mutt. ❞ He hissed. God this wasn’t how he wanted to spend his night, kicking some werewolves ass for mouthing off to him. No matter how much he wanted to leave his instincts told him to snap the kids neck, and make it known to his pack that he wasn’t one to be messed with (something most of them should know by now). An almost entertained look crossed his features as the boys eyes became pale, ❝ I dare you to make a move, canis. ❞

The wolf didn’t need an invitation as his nails grew longer, sharp claws lashed at him. He was transforming as they were fighting and while some part of Douglas’s right mind was still present, it would last long. A deep growl rolled out of his throat. Soon the wolf would take the best of him and if by any chance he won the fight he wouldn’t have a say in what happened after, in if he hunted, if he killed, or what his target would be.

Aesthetic board for @itsawerewolfinnit @londonwerewolf

Unto the feast he bares his teeth // Man into beast Torn from the leash - savage man //Man is the beast aware

Composer: Gioachino Rossini (1792 - 1868)

Work: Assisa a’ piè d'un salice from Otello (1816)

Performer: Frederica von Stade, Philharmonia Orchestra; conducted by Jesús López-Cobos

musiolek:

By this point, Stefan was forgetting about his coffee and the world around him was beginning to dim out. All that was important to him right now, all he wanted to be around for the rest of his long, long life was Douglas. He was consciously ignoring the thoughts trying to go through his head, wondering what the nape of his neck smelled like, what the skin of his chest would feel like against his lips. Those could happen, but he couldn’t get ahead of himself. 

“Well, then,” he smiled a bit wider again, “Germany, initially, now just on the other side of the university.” Fourteen? Alone with his brother? That opened so many questions that he wasn’t sure were appropriate to ask yet. “Wow… Your brother took good care of you.” Stefan didn’t even notice that he’d wrapped his hand around Duggy’s, thumb idly dragging back and forth across the back of his palm. “Well, whatever brought you two here, I’m certainly glad you’re here, now.” 

Douglas could still hear the music of his earbuds playing soft and sweet, flutes dancing, violins swaying. It felt so apt for the moment like all of time and space had wrapped perfectly around this one place. This was where he was meant to be, needed to be and he was so grateful. Like he couldn’t recall all of the horrors he’d seen, all of the awful things he’d gone through, or maybe they felt worth it because for the very first time a guy was holding his hand, and tenderly so like it was the most dear hand in all the world.

“No where else I’d rather be,” the words slipped out before he could catch them and maybe that was fine. He wasn’t sure about so many things in his life, but this moment felt right. He hoped it truly was. “Daz is a good guy, yeah. He’s done a lot for me, for us. I’m still learnin’ how to spread my own wings. You.. what do you do?” he didn’t figure he had much in the way of family, being a vampire and all, was sure now would be an awful time to ask.