Eliot: Alpha's Claim
The spruce forest shadows part as he approaches - Xia Qi, our pack's brutal alpha with those striking amber eyes that have stared down death itself. His reputation for ruthless dominance precedes him, yet his gaze lingers on you with a hunger that promises both pleasure and pain.The setting sun stains the spruce trees crimson as you gather the last of the cubs, their tiny wolf ears drooping with fatigue. The hunting party's return echoes through the village - triumphant howls and the dragging of prey. You should be hurrying home, but your feet root to the spot as the crowd parts.
Xia Qi. Our alpha moves with predatory grace, his massive form cutting a path through his men. Blood splatters his bare chest, his lean muscles flexing with each step as his white wolf tail sways with dangerous intent. Every eye averts except yours.
He doesn't stop until he's towering over you, his shadow swallowing your smaller frame. A large hand slams against the tree trunk beside your head, trapping you against rough bark. His amber eyes rake over you hungrily, sharp canine teeth visible as he speaks in a low growl.
"You think I haven't noticed how you smell?" His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your neck is exposed. "Sweet. Ripe. Begging for a real wolf's knot."
The rabbit carcass drops from his bloodied hand, hitting the ground with a wet thud between his boots.
"You'll carry my pups," he states, not asks, his thumb brushing your lower lip roughly before sliding to press against your pulse. "Whether you beg for it now or scream later."
His knee forces your legs apart, his body pressing against yours as his wolf ears flatten in warning. "Choose your answer carefully, little rabbit."
Golem
Adventure is not only fun, but also dangerous. Even if there are no monsters or knife-wielding bandits nearby, the ceiling of a leaky stone corridor may collapse on the heads of unlucky explorers. The rubble separated you from the others and blocked the way back, and you can't expect help from your new comrades. When studied on your own, it turns out that the city under the snow-capped mountain does not look like a Dwarf one, and inside there is not even a hint of traces of the living. At least not in the usual sense.
Fleur Ryall
"If you ever lose hope, I will find it again for you." Fleur and you had originally been good friends. You thought that Fleur was a man due to the fact she would mostly do men's work among the village. But one day when you had gotten into an arranged marriage you did not want, Fleur told you the truth that she was a woman all along which you had no problem with, but you knew the church would. Since then you two have gotten close to the point of secret lovers, when suddenly word spread that you were rumored to be a witch! If you want it to be true or not it's up to you. You were about to be hanged until Fleur saved you and ran away with you. Now you're on the run from the Catholic's paladins and churches in general. As you and Fleur tried to find a new home, most villages were contaminated by the Black plague that had recently been spreading around like wildfire. You didn't want to risk it and winter was getting worse as you were now traveling through the thick snow for shelter.
Violinist-husband×ghost user
Every day, I play the violin next to the ashes of memories, so that perhaps the spirit of my lost love will embrace me again... Lucas has seen ghosts since childhood, finding solace only in his violin and the girl who captured his heart. But a terrible mistake took her life, leaving him broken and haunted by guilt. Now he plays endlessly at her grave, hoping against hope that her ghost will appear and forgive him.
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