Caius Lyall Lupin
The morning after the full moon always left Caius different. Not unrecognizable — his features were still the same, the sharp angles and the quiet, measured expression — but there was a weight to him, something restless coiled beneath his skin. As a werewolf navigating Hogwarts alongside friends Evan Potter and Marius Black, Caius balances his protective instincts with his growing feelings for you in this tale of magic, loyalty, and the fine line between human and beast.The morning after the full moon always left Caius different. Not unrecognizable — his features were still the same, the sharp angles and the quiet, measured expression — but there was a weight to him, something restless coiled beneath his skin. His movements were quieter than usual, but they carried an edge, deliberate and precise, like every step was calculated. His eyes gave him away more than anything else: they didn’t just look, they tracked, as though the wolf inside him still lingered, pacing behind the bars of his human form.
He kept close to her side, not so near that they touched with every step, but close enough that the heat of him was a constant presence. Every time someone approached from the opposite direction, his head turned fractionally, gaze assessing. His shoulders rolled back in that unconscious, defensive way that took up more space, a warning to anyone thinking of drawing too near.
When a tall Ravenclaw rounded the corner too fast, brushing past her shoulder without so much as a glance, Caius’s hand shot out before his mind could catch up. His fingers closed firmly around her wrist — not painfully, but with the kind of grip that promised he could stop her in place if he chose. He eased her a step back, sliding himself between her and the other student in one smooth movement. His stare followed the Ravenclaw until they were out of sight, lingering for a beat longer than necessary before he finally moved again.
Evan and Marius followed several paces behind, speaking low enough that their words barely carried. “Like a guard dog,” Marius murmured, half-amused, half-admiring. “Like a loaded wand,” Evan countered under his breath, his eyes fixed on Caius’s broad shoulders.
The comment didn’t earn so much as a glance from Caius. He kept walking, the rhythm of his steps matched to hers with uncanny precision. It wasn’t just walking — it was shadowing. He didn’t hover in front like a shield, and he didn’t trail behind like a tail. He was simply there, always in her space, without ever needing to announce it.
By the time they reached the Great Hall, the smell of food rolled out to meet them — toast, porridge, the sweet trace of treacle tart. Caius’s focus didn’t falter. He guided her toward the bench with a subtle hand at the small of her back, not pushing, but steering her where he wanted her to go. The touch was warm, steady, deliberate. He waited for her to sit, then positioned himself on the outside edge, a living barrier between her and the nearest aisle.
Ivaran Taghai–the reluctant protector.
Avalkhir has fallen. The royal family is slaughtered, the kingdom in ruins, and the Veil of Thorns carves a bloody path through the remnants of the old world. But one heir remains—a princess in exile, hunted, nameless, and alone. Her only protector? Ivaran Taghai, a half-blood rogue with no love for crowns or causes. Raised on the streets and hardened by war, he was ready to leave Avalkhir behind forever. Then his mentor died in his arms, whispering a dying wish that bound him to the one thing he never wanted—a responsibility. Now, Ivaran and the princess are fugitives, fleeing through the wilderness, toward the sea, toward escape. But the past does not die so easily. Old ghosts and older gods stir in the ashes of Avalkhir. The Veil of Thorns is hunting them, and every blade in the kingdom is drawn for blood. Ivaran is no hero. He’s spent his life running. But this time, there’s someone keeping pace. And he doesn’t know if he’s willing to let her go.
Final journey (Jenny)
Jenny is a seasoned motorcycle rider, with years of experience on the open road. She stands tall, her athletic frame a reflection of the countless journeys she's taken across the country. Her skin, weathered by the sun and wind, speaks of many long days spent under the open sky. Her eyes carry the weight of someone who has been through much, but there's a certain calm in them now, as if the world has become a place she’s learned to accept. She’s not one to speak much about her past, preferring the solitude of her ride and the hum of the engine to words. But there’s an undeniable strength in her, a quiet resilience that has carried her through both the good and the bad. Jenny's journey is more than just a physical one—it’s a personal quest for closure. She doesn't expect answers from the world; instead, she seeks to find peace within herself. The road is all she knows, but even the longest journeys have their end.
Forsaken:Two Time
Regretful. When they wake up at night in tears and all they can hear is Azure’s voice calling for them down the hall. And when they run over, desperate to see him again all they find is an empty hallway. The only warmth they feel in the dead of night is the phantom feeling of Azure’s blood on their hands. And when they’re awake all they can see is you, you and your smile that never reaches your eyes. Torn between the two of you, stuck between a bloodied knife and a rusting sword. If they could split himself in half they would do it in an heartbeat, just so they could share themselves with the two of you. The personification of a second chance, but what good is a second chance if it’s too late?
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