Klasma: jealousy

Lucius finally found the Hybrid and his witch. He decided to watch them from afar as he wasn't ready for a direct confrontation just yet. It irritated him to watch her smile as if she had no care in the world. She was smiling and laughing with that abomination. She held his hand and gave him a warm smile, far warmer than she ever gave the werewolf. He noticed her arousal in the way she was giving small pants and sighs. He noticed the way her cheeks turned darker as she blushed, and he noticed the way her chest heaved up and down at a fast pace.  It made him feel a pang in his heart as jealousy was taking over. It should have been him. She should have felt this way for him, not for Klaus Mikaelson! Who did he think he was? Just because he was an Original and the first Hybrid didn't give him the right to look down on others. Lucius had been a general; he had marked his times. What had Klaus done if not ruin the world for the rest of them? Klaus was nothing but blood, sweat, and tears. He was nothing but a fraud, and the sight of him was killing him. Lucius' blue eyes wandered from her face to her cleavage, and he noticed how elegant yet tantalizing she looked. 

His eyes couldn't tear off of her curves or the soft skin of her neck. He wanted to bite it. He wanted to mark her and make sure that Klaus knew she was Lucius's and no one else's. It was irritating him to watch as she was practically begging Klaus to fuck her that night. Her eyes were almost glowing. She kept biting her bottom lip and touching her neck as if she wanted to invite him to bite her and taste her blood.  Her natural scent was being overtaken by the scent of her arousal, and it was taking his whole attention not to give into his own arousal. The werewolf was on edge. His breathing was labored. He was holding onto his beer, and his right leg was bouncing against the table. He wanted to turn and pounce on her. He would have if Klaus was not here. He would have pushed her against a wall and would have tried to have his way with her. Why didn't he do it when she was still in his care?  Perhaps he cared too much about her comfort to indulge his own desires, or perhaps he hoped she would give in to him without him making efforts to get it. Either way, he didn't do anything, and now she had left him and belonged to another. Insulting! 

He couldn't bear the sight before him. He couldn't bear watching Klaus touching /his/ witch. He couldn't bear the sight of her nearly in heat without being the one to quench her thirst. He couldn't! He wanted to be the one to push everything on that table off of it so he could bend her over the table and slide his cock inside her tight little cunt. He wanted to growl in her ear, obscenities that would come to him naturally. How many times did he accidentally hear her jerk off in her room? How many times did he hear her wet fingers slip in and out of her wet cunt at night? He wanted to be the one touching her. He needed to be the one to make her moan and squirm. He knew she tasted good, but he wanted to taste it himself. He was plagued with daydreams and fantasies of the witch bouncing on his thick cock, scratched by his claws, bruised because he wouldn't go easy on her, her mind completely wrecked because of the pleasure he would give her. He wanted to see her in her full glory. He needed to, but the reality of things painted a different picture. He lost her because he wanted to use her as a weapon and made it clear to her rather than being subtle about it. He lost her because he didn't treat her correctly. 

He lost her, but he needed to make things right. 

He needed to take her back, and it would start by getting rid of Klaus Mikaelson. 

Now, the only thing missing was a plan to make it happen. 

Leona- You don't know what it's like to lose your loved ones!

"Why would you keep me here, Anne? I need to return to my pack!"

"And get yourself killed because you didn't think your plan through?"

Leona roared at the blonde woman before her. Her fangs protruded and a bit of saliva flew out of her mouth and landed on the floor. Leona had been restless since she decided to leave her tribe. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she hated that her uncle took over after the slaughter of her parents. She hated that he stole her crown and became the leader of their clan. She hated the nonchalance with which he "led" the investigations into her parents' murder and the fact so many of her clan followed him enraged the princess who decided to find out the truth about the murder of her parents. 

During her trip, she met with Anna and her tribe and they welcomed her with open arms, allowing the princess to recover, properly mourn for her parents, and renew her vows to find those responsible for her parent's demise. Anna became Leona's close friend and always tried to keep her in check so she didn't take unnecessary risks. Leona knew that her friend meant well, but the frustration of being stuck with Anna's clan and not finding more clues about her parents' murder achieved to made her angry.  The werewolf ran her fingers over the huge scars on her face. She could feel the creases and the crevices left by the claw that disfigured her. She could heal them, given her werewolf powers, but the werewolf princess refused. It served as a reminder to stay humble no matter the situation. She was bested in a fight and could still be won because there always was someone stronger. 

"Leona! Get yourself together! it is unbecoming of you to let your anger take the best of you."

"Words! Words! You're only good at speaking words Anna! You don't know what it is to have your parents murdered and your clan led by a usurper! You don't know how betrayed and angry I feel!"

"Watch your tongue, Wolf! I know more than you can imagine and not rushing to my death doesn't mean I am weak."

"There is nothing you can do that can soothe my pain!" 

She hit the tree with her fist, making it shake from the blow before she shook from head to toe. She was at her wit's end, unable to find a way to channel her anger and frustration.  a pitiful moan escaped her lips and she turned into a wolf. She turned around and walked towards Anna who knelt on the ground. She opened her arms and gently welcomed her friend in a soft hug. Leona didn't resist this time. In truth, it was soothing for her to finally have loving arms wrapped around her frame. She longed for her parents' embrace and knew that she couldn't get it anymore because they were slain. All that was left was anger and despair. She wanted to cry but her tears couldn't fall. 

Anna understood Leona's need to lash out at her, so she didn't take offense to her accusations and diatribe. She knew Leona didn't mean them; it was pain talking rather than reason.  Leona knew she was wrong when she said that Anna had never known loss. She lost her mother during a battle against another clan and lost a brother to sickness when he was a young pup.  She knew pain and could relate to some of what Leona was going through. She petted her friend's head and stroked her wolf ears to keep soothing her. 

"I know your pain. I know what it's like to lose someone you care about. I understand your quest and I told you that I would be helping you. This still stands today. I am still going to help you. I just need you to know exactly what you're going to do and not take necessary risks. I don't want you to die, Leona. I want you to live!"

Leona leaned into that embrace, fully surrendering her anger to her friend's warmth. She wanted to be comforted and soothe her aching heart. Anna's gentle touch helped, and Leona was able to calm down fully—at least for the time being. 

-TBC-

Leona- Anna (trivia)

Anna tries to convince Leona that it would be best if she doesn't try to take on her whole former tribe. A werewolf without a pack is at its weakest no matter how powerful they are. Leona was powerful, but not enough to be able to reclaim her power.

She was one of the first to welcome the woman in her tribe, quickly forming a bond with her and seeing through the mist of anger suffocating her. Leona admits that without Anna, she would have been stranded and perhaps dead after she ran from her Uncle and the rest of her pack.

Anna holds a comfortable position in her tribe, as she is the healer and her pack trusts her. She knows that with time, Leona's natural leadership could sway her people to her cause and help the princess reclaim her throne. But does she want it?

Leona: shorts

Leona should have known better than to allow her anger to get the best of her. She was angry at the world, at her uncle for lying to her, and at her uncle for killing her parents and she wanted revenge. Yet, what could she (the true Alpha of her pack) do when someone else had usurped her power and was in control of her pack? What could she do on her own? Nothing! Nothing!

ITNOF: Obörin Steelknight -werewolf oc-

Obörin Steelknight, The Ruler of them all, 800 Years old

            A.k.a:  James

            Race: werewolf

            Ability: werewolf abilities

            Hair: black

            Eyes: black

            Skin: black

Obörin Steelknight belongs to the newborn race: the Werewolves. There is no royalty but a clan system that was changed when Obörin reached his maturity. He noticed that the real strength of people was to be united, therefore, the werewolves must be ruled by a leader. He struggled his way to become the leader of the heads of clans. He would allow the clansmen to have their own rules and live the way they wanted to BUT they would have to follow the common rule whenever they interacted with other clans and of course, when there would be war, they would follow the very command of “King” Obörin. He calls himself the "Great Ruler", which is not being a King but is similar in fashion.

Obörin is Lucifer's strongest ally! Throughout the years, they became friends, lovers, and sometimes enemies but he is genuinely fond of the vampire and could give his life to save his. He is well aware of what is happening to the veil and has suspected the disease of Bahamut to be suspicious and realizes the negative impact the loss of Queen Almaryl's heart had on the world. He would definitely help her find the last remnants of her heart.

Obörin is a man of honor. He is also very committed to the survival of his people and would do anything to save them. Unlike Lucifer, he has no ambition regarding the conquest of the world or the expansion of his Kingdom. He is also very cunning, and patient, and tries his best to remain calm. He has a temper which causes him to turn into a werewolf and kill anyone who stands in his way. He is also not very romantic, unlike Lucifer, but a brute with harsh manners, unlike his people. 

He is very tall and built like a tank! His skin is marred with scars, due to the several battles he endured.  His hair is short, and he has white tattoos on his left arm and shoulder. His eyes are black as well and he has stubble on his cheeks and chin. He is always shirtless but to make sure people notice he's the Great Ruler, he also is wearing a huge deep red cape, attached to the emblem of his people. He also has facial tattoos to indicate his status as a “king”. As a werewolf, he is tenfold taller, stronger, and faster. He has a very large mouth with huge fangs and solid and sharp claws.

new profile Leona Farrow (Werewolf)

Leona Farrow (werewolf OC) 

I wanted a werewolf OC creature :) 

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Main Faceclaim: K.D Aubert.

Other FC: TBD

Real Name: Leona Farrow

Nicknames: TBD

Age: 35 years old.

Nationality: British.

Height: 180 cm

Weight: 80 kg

Special features:  She had claw marks on the left side of her face. 

Physical appearance: 

Leona is a tall and thick woman. Her skin is flawless due to her healing factor, but she still managed to have a scar on her eye because the injury was caused by another werewolf. Her hair is Grey and curly and it makes it look like a mane. Her eyes are gold. She is considered the most beautiful of the pack.

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual.

Alignment: Neutral good.

Specie:  WEREWOLF

Occupation: Adventurer

Family:

Mother: Kaolin. former Omega. Deceased. murdered.

Father: Caesar.  former Alpha.  Deceased. Murdered.

Uncle: Helios. Current Alpha. Alive. 

Universe:   TBD

Status:  Alive. Active.

Personality:

Leona is impulsive by nature. She is also quite a joyful and loving person who is quick to flip a switch if instincts or circumstances allow for her too. She was raised with good values and always tries to use the diplomatic way before resorting to violence. However, once angry, it takes a while to soothe her down. She can become really violent and petty.  She's loyal, and kind and tries to crack jokes when she's embarrassed. 

Fictional Character Biography: 

Leona has reached her full potential as an Alpha and should by all means inherit the leadership of the pack. Her uncle Hélios took the leadership of the pack after he murdered her parents. Things started to take a bad turn when Helios informed her that he would not relinquish his leadership but he offered to make her his new Omega. She discovered that he was responsible for the death of her parents and escaped the Pack to clear her mind.

Abilities: 

Werewolf/Lycanthrope Physiology: Superhuman Strength, Speed, Stamina, Agility, Durability. 

Superhuman Senses - The werewolf has superhumanly acute senses of sight, smell, and hearing similar to those of an actual wolf. They can see part of the infrared spectrum and thus detect the heat signatures of objects or people in total darkness. They can smell other living creatures within 100 feet (when upwind) and follow a scent over nearly any terrain. They can hear the sound of a heartbeat in a cave at a distance of 30 feet.

Lie Detection - Werewolves are able to sense if you're lying or not.

Claws and Teeth - The werewolf's claws and teeth are extremely sharp and tough, enabling them to rent through a variety of substances including fabric, wood, cinder block, and even some metals. 

Infectious Bite and scratch - Werewolves can turn another person into a werewolf by biting or scratching them. Their venomous bite is fatal to a vampire. The bite wound will begin to appear infected and will hurt when touched. The infection will spread throughout the body, producing unbearable pain. The vampire will have uncontrollable hunger, and will eventually develop delusions, hallucinations, rabid rage, and dementia before finally dying. Plus if their claws go deep enough their scratch can be infectious as well.

Empathy - Being that werewolves' senses are so strong, they developed the ability to sense other's emotions through touch. With time this power grows stronger, this is used to sense a person's true intentions and if they are lying or not. At first, this ability can be very annoying and hard to control, sensing everyone's emotions without meaning to...

Wolf Thoughts: Werewolves communicate with their thoughts while in wolf form.

Telepathy - Werewolves are able to hear each other's thoughts while in wolf form. Alpha's possessed a more advanced form of this mind transference, which is known as telepathy, the ability to read minds. They also manifest this through touch, instead of claws, they not only sense the emotions they can also hear their thoughts.

Healing Factor - Werewolves is capable of regenerating damaged or destroyed areas of their body with much greater speed and efficiency than an ordinary human. Injuries that result in massive tissue damage such as bullet wounds, slashes, punctures, blunt force trauma, and severe burns heal completely, without so much as a scar, in a short amount of time. Their ability to heal is at least 10 times that of a human as they are also immune to the majority of human illnesses and conditions such as (colds, cancer, epilepsy, asthma, etc.) For this reason, they cannot get high on drugs or drunk on alcohol because the "high" is technically caused by the substance inflicting some kind of damage on the body, the Werewolf can heal this damage faster than the effects can be felt. The only toxic substances that Werewolves are not immune to are wolfsbane, and mistletoe. Their body is also vulnerable to the paralytic effects of venom from other supernatural creatures, though, with concentration, their accelerated healing will allow them to process the toxin and overcome its effects much more quickly than a normal human.

Longevity: Because a Werewolf's rapid cellular healing prevents them from contracting any human illness or condition and replaces aging cells at a constant rate, Werewolves have a tremendously extended lifespan. It is assumed the average life expectancy of a Werewolf to potentially survive decades in their 100s so long as they are not injured or killed first.

Eolas: An ability that allows werewolves to connect with nature, culminating in the user and allowing them to discover someone's whereabouts.

Weaknesses / crippling fears: 

Stronger Beings: More powerful supernatural beings can easily kill or injure them.

Fire: Leona is very scared of fire, mostly because her parents died during a night attack. 

Mortality: Although Hayley is an incredible werewolf, she can still die.

Self-doubt: Leona is not certain of her ability to rule her pack. Losing her parents at such a young age and being under the thumb of her uncle made it really difficult for her to find her voice. Her naivety caused her so many troubles in her past that she had to learn to see through the lies. (It's still in progress)

Silver: Many modern werewolves are also supposedly immune to damage caused by ordinary weapons, being vulnerable only to silver objects (usually a bullet or blade). This negative reaction to silver is sometimes so strong that the mere touch of the metal on a werewolf's skin will cause burns.

Mercury - Just like silver, werewolves are very vulnerable to mercury.

Aconite - Wolfsbane: (a highly toxic member of the genus Aconitum, also known as aconite or monkshood) was thought to have anti-evil properties against Werewolves and shapeshifters for centuries, and is used in the same manner as garlic. A concoction derived from the roots of the plant was often used to wash bite wounds from wild or venomous animals, and so perhaps this is where wolfsbane derived its supposed ability to cure people of lycanthropy or other supernatural afflictions.

Belladonna:  A type of nightshade plant that is poisonous to werewolves

Mountain Ash/Rowan Tree:  A werewolf can be contained in a barrier made of mountain ash. Unless the werewolf in question is a true alpha, then they can on rare occasions break out. 

Mistletoe: Much like with humans, Mistletoe poisons werewolves and can lead to death if untreated.

Paralytic Venom:  Their body is also vulnerable to the paralytic effects of other creatures' venom.

Electricity - A steady application of low-amperage electricity can keep werewolves weak and in human form.

Pain - Intense pain can keep werewolves weak and in human form.

Broken Neck: Breaking a werewolf's neck, results in instant death.

Heart Extraction: If the heart of a werewolf is removed, it will cause instant death.

Decapitation: The act of dismembering or removing the head of a werewolf will result in death.

Lunar Cycle: A common belief throughout all folklore and myth is that all werewolves are forced to shift during the cycle of the full moon, to some this is a gift, others a curse.

Mortality: Because werewolves are still human for most of the month, they share many of the same weaknesses as non-supernatural beings (e.g. age, fire, drowning, extreme loss of blood, suffocation, etc.) Although, it is very difficult to kill a werewolf thanks to their accelerated healing and endurance. Also, werewolves seem to be resistant to most diseases.

Hecatolite: A type of moonstone that can block the effects of the moon and disrupt a werewolf's natural cycle of transformation.

Magic: Werewolves are susceptible to the powers of magic. Multiple spells have been performed by witches against werewolves to cause several effects against them, such as slowing down or speeding up a werewolf's transformation, or cursing a pack of werewolves to be trapped in their wolf form at all times except for a few short hours during the full moon when they return to their human form

Phoenix and Noah: I forgive you

A/N: That werewolf story

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=71LjA-UrB24&list=PL2C2F39E2EAF9E31A&index=198

That's the soundtrack

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~I thought my heart had bled all it could but I was wrong.~

"I forgive you."

The words escaped from her lips, quietly, softly even. If he had not had such a great hearing, the werewolf wouldn't have heard her utter the words. But he did. His blue eyes set upon the honey-haired woman who was sitting on the bed, a book in her hands. She ran her hand through her curly honey locks and bit her bottom lip. Her heart was beating fast, faster than she wanted it to. her eyes were filled with unshed tears and her throat tightened. He knew how much it took from her to even think of saying those words and he didn't quite know how to react to it at first. Seconds went by, maybe a solid minute of them just staring at each other.

She forgave him. After months of arguing with Noah, she decided that enough was enough. She had already cried her tears, two years ago when she thought the werewolf died during their revenge spree. She wept for the life they wouldn't be able to live, for the love they wouldn't be able to feel and for their common redemption, she was desperate to seek. She spent the whole year mourning for his death but eventually, she decided she would live for the two of them. She survived and like they promised each other, started a new crime-free life. A life where she would not take lives anymore, but one where she would protect those in need. She was working at a shelter for battered women and put her skills in helping these women build their lives back together. She faced off the violence spouses and significant others, and sometimes, for the worst cases, she used her assassin skills to go and threaten them enough to scare them away. It was a decent life, a good life even for someone whose ledger was always so red. She had it figured out, a new purpose in her life that would not require anymore bloodshed. A new life where she wouldn't be /just/ a living weapon for someone to use and abuse. A normal life. And he came back and shook her to the core.

He was alive. For two years she had wept for him, tried to live for the two of them only to learn that he wasn't even dead, to begin with. He came back and broke her heart when she learned that he had lived a full life, with the person who took care of him. He fell in love with her, went as far as being engaged to her. She fell apart when he told her his cursed was removed, and he could finally experience Love to its fullest. He did it with Mia and yet, he came back to Phoenix. He told her he chose her, he told her he was still in love with her and before he tangled his life with his saviour, he had to see for himself if he was ready to move on. Yes, he saw her as one would challenge themselves and it did hurt more than if he had clawed her chest open. He said he loved her, but when he uttered those words, it achieved to break the woman's heart. He said he wanted to live with her because she was his one true love and she told him to leave. So he did. It took weeks for her to digest everything. Noah came back in her life like a thunderstorm and the fragile foundation she built without him, once again, were threatening to break. Noah kept his word, he put order back in his life. He left Mia, settled in the same city as Phoenix and the two started to see each other again.

~Seeing you again opened a wound I thought had healed~

They argued. They argued ever since he returned. She was unable to express her feelings, unable to tell him that she was angry, happy, confused, hurt because of him. She wanted to tell him that these past two years had been a living nightmare for the one who had nothing but blood on her hands. She wanted to tell him that loving him was the best gift he ever gave her, but she was unable to keep going. Surviving him was the hardest she ever did. Surviving him had killed her inside. She died on the day she thought he did, realized she couldn't allow anyone near her heart that wasn't him because he knew her true self. Nobody in their right mind would accept to share their life with a former assassin, with someone who had the blood of children on her hands. nobody would understand the pain, the torture, the abuse she was a victim of but Noah. Both were the products of their makers. Both were damaged souls, complementary souls and she had just lost her half. Only to have him back and cured. He showed her his love for her with words, with action and she knew deep down that he meant them. She never doubted him, but she was angry and hurt. So he made her talk. They argued again, some days ago and it became violent. He stopped mid-transformation as she kept ranting and raging against him and the anger built up, the resentment, the pain, everything resurfaced to the point where Phoenix couldn't hide it anymore. she gave in and finally, after months of pretending that everything was fine, she dished out the truth.

"Nix.." -His exhausted voice echoed through the room, as ran his hand through his face.-

"I forgive you, Noah..." -She repeated again. her hands now nervously rubbing her thighs. He sensed she was nervous, his ears picked the faster pace of her heartbeats, his eyes noticed the goosebumps on her arms. She bit her bottom lip and then ran her hand into her honey locks again. "I have to."

"You don't. I understand if you can't forgive me."

"I want to." She quickly added. Noah stood up from the chair he was sitting on and made a couple steps forward. "I want to, Noah...I have to." She looked at his eyes, her hazel orbs seemingly glowing a little more intensely. "I have to if I want us to work. I have to move forward." She patted the mattress near her, inviting him to come closer. "Come, please."

"Nix...." She shook her head and put her forefinger on her plump lips.

"You have already said all there is to say. Allow me to say something in return. Please, sit." -She patted the side of the bed again. As he comfortably sat next to her, Phoenix decided to resume her sentence. "I was mad at you, Noah. When you came back, I had this fragile balance in my life, but I was doing Better. I had accepted your death, I was ready to live like we wanted. Free and without killing anymore. I was living for both of us, thinking you were dead. When you showed up, it all felt like I did it for nothing. I felt betrayed, lied to. I felt robbed."

His head fell and he couldn't look at her so he looked away. the werewolf made soft sounds, a mix of purr and wolf moans as he could feel her sadness pour into each and every one of her words. Her voice was broken, almost faint as she tried to express herself.

"I felt happy too because you weren't dead. All I ever wanted, after I thought of what happened that night, was that you survived. I would have done anything to keep you alive and here you are. My wish came true. You survived that night and I can see you, I can touch you... You are here.."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before she sunk her nails into her thighs. She always did when stress became overwhelming when words were failing her and she was starting to hyperventilate. Noah realized that she did, indeed, put a lot of thoughts into their situation. he was tense, waiting for a sign so he would comfort her and therefore ignored his own stress. He could feel the blood pumping through his veins a little harder, he was breathing harder but he could still keep it together. So he did.

"You said I was your one true love. You said that it was the reason you came back. Well, you are mine. I Love you, Noah, more than anything in this world. You understand me like no other can. You were able to love me when no other could. And I want that. I want to build that life... and I can't, if I keep being angry at you for what happened. Yes, you loved someone else. Someone who healed you. Someone who saved you. I should be grateful for her and I am. I really am." She paused and then opened her eyes. "Because she brought my love back. And I won't have to struggle alone anymore. I won't have to hold onto your memory to barely survive. I have a chance at living. I have a chance at that. I want to take it and in order to do so, I have to forgive you."

She then outstretched her hand towards him. Noah couldn't refrain himself. He just wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into a tight hug. She lost her fingers in his thick black mane and massaged it as both were crying silently. She let go of her baggage because she realized it would prevent them from being truly happy. Just like any birth, this new relationship was born through tears and pain, through anger and regret, through fear....and love.

~But this time instead of ignoring my bleeding heart, I decided to heal it properly, for our sake~