NEW VERSE ADDITION – WEREWOLF VERSE.
written alongside @chemiicalisms / @silcncisms / @scmpiterncls.
IN THIS VERSE, ZAIDEN & HIS TWIN BROTHER, ZACHARIE, WERE TURNED at the age of twenty. During the winter break of their sophomore year, the twins took to their favorite hobby – bar hopping. With fake IDs in tow, the Hendricks brothers wandered the streets of Manhattan until witching hours. By the time three am rolled around, the crowds crowding the pavement had dissipated into thin wisps of wandering souls. They stumbled out of their last bar of the night, laughing drunkenly as they smashed the surfaces of their phones with uncoordinated fingers. They were going to call an uber to make their way home – but as they hobbled down the sidewalks, fat drops of rain began to pelt them little by little until a downpour coated the oil-slicked roads of the city. They sought shelter in a small, secluded alley – seemingly empty to their drunken eyes – as they tried to salvage an uber ride through their dying phones.
They were blissfully unaware of what loomed in the darkness behind them. The sound of claws scuffling against wet pavement barely registered, but it was enough to cause Zaiden to glance over his shoulder. Zacharie was still focused intently on his phone, expression intent while his older brother wandered deeper into the alley. Zaiden called out once, a loud HEY! WHO’S THERE? Before the sound of a low, startled snarl cut through the sound of raindrops hitting asphalt. Zaiden could’ve sworn that it was a hallucination, a figment of his alcohol-addled mind – but staring back at him from the tail-end of the alley was a pair of glowing golden eyes. He felt his heart lurch in his chest before dropping into the pit of his stomach, but before he could scream a loud growl and the snap of bared teeth drowned his senses out.
The last thing he remembered was the sound of Zac’s startled cry and the feeling of warm blood blooming against his stomach.
They came to only a few hours later, a burning pain surging through their veins and a sickening feeling twisting in the pits of their stomachs. Their phones were dead and the city was hushed, save for the sound of distant sirens and the occasional car zipping by. They stumbled up, clutching their wounds, and called their way to the hospital. The doctors were concerned, assuming a wild animal attack. They were treated for infections, given the necessary vaccines, and were promptly discharged with a handful of care instructions to tend to their wounds. In the days that followed, the brothers remained perplexed. Concerned. Haunted. The world felt more intense. The world smelled stronger. A craving for red meat. The sudden urge to run, run, run itching deep in their bones.
It was exactly three weeks later that they discovered the ugly truth. They were werewolves.
They were frightened, terrified, uncertain of what to do–and in their haste to find answers, Zaiden blurted out their secret to their father. Otto Hendricks was not pleased. Perhaps he always had some sort of inkling deep within his mind. Perhaps he always knew deep down that the supernatural existed – for when his sons came forward for what they truly were, he told them to leave. To go. To never come back. He didn’t want them in his sight ever again. NOT WHEN THEY WERE ABHORRENT MONSTERS. An abnormality against God.
They had no other choice but to pack up their things and leave. They withdrew from school, gathered what little money Otto offered them, and tried their best to start a life. At first, they took to a small studio apartment in Queens. They shared a bed, worked minimum wage jobs, and lost their pride in the process. They took their car and drove upstate whenever the moon came close – and one fateful night, they bumped into three others like them. It was a shock, the first time they had come across other wolves… and after spending the full moon with them, they realized that perhaps they weren’t as monstrous as they believed.
When everyone reverted back into human form, Zaiden & Zacharie had the privilege of meeting their first pack. Gianni DiLaurentis, the alpha of the trio, was an earnest but kind man. Blaise Burke, the beta, was an easy-going man with a warm smile. And Miguel Almas, the runt of the pack, was a small, rambunctious package of energy – like an overgrown puppy. Upon learning of their situation, Gianni didn’t hesitate to welcome the twins in with open arms. They needed a place to stay, and they could provide. No conditions. No ifs, ands, or buts – and the twins took the offer with tears in their eyes. They were robbed of their dignity and any semblance of their old life… but at least they could start again with a new pack.
LORE / Werewolves in my verse are very much so akin to most common lore. Werewolves can only be made via a non-fatal bite while the werewolf is in wolf form. They have heightened sense of smell and taste. In addition, they are generally stronger than most humans. They have high stamina & have a rather comical penchant for red meat. Their greatest weakness remains silver & in regards to other supernatural weaknesses, vampire bites prove to be fatal to wolves. In addition, wolves that are older have better control of their senses and are able to transform at will while newer, “younger” wolves aren’t able to do so as easily. However, all werewolves change on the night of their full moon. While in wolf form, most wolves tend to have a good grasp of their ‘mind,’ but werewolves who have less impulse control are more likely to be more savage than others. Wolf forms for each werewolf differ from person to person. Some wolves are extremely large while others are more similar to ‘real’ wolves.
STATUS / multiship & multifandom ; non-exclusive ship wise ; open for all the plots !
