In a different world, we could've been heroes!

@xwolfism​

Tristan hadn’t meant to find them, but he had. They were a pathetic bunch, but they were his kin in a way... It started with food, then teaching some how to read and write... He had missed a few days, but was on his way back with food and thinking about teaching them some more advanced math....

As he walked into the clear, Tristan paused at the scent of the stranger. Eyes narrowed as he studied the younger werewolf. “And you are?” he questioned, leaving the bags he was hauling on the ground. Sure, Tristan had never been an Alpha and he had no interest in getting those little red eyes that his brethren had began sporting. He, however, was a father and knew what it was like to be in a true pack... “You looking for trouble?”

“You are not the only one who has caused me issues over the years. So don’t think yourself too special.” They lips tugged some in a slight smirk. “Millenias and you are still a wonderer. Even with the kid?” They let him finish speaking and nodded a bit. “Good. We are so close. It must be making the angels nervous.”

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“Yea, yea,” Tristan dismissed with a playful smirk and arc of a brow. “You can go on and make yourself believe I’m not, but we both know I am,” the werewolf teased---for old time’s sake. However, as Samara was brought into the conversation, Tristan seemed to age rapidly. “It’s what’s best for her... She was blessed by Lucifer.” Or so Tristan would die believing---refusing the acceptance of necromancy as forbidden. “Plus, the world is beautiful, gotta let her see it whole, right?” 

“The angels.... Apparently, even certain humans,” Tristan added with a sigh, taking a look in the distance at the lights in the mountain where Spear had their own mini army. “I think war is on the horizon... before Lucifer is even released,” he admitted with a hint of worry in his tone. 

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Ever since the snow storm past, the Crescent coven kept themselves busy. They aided in the reconstruction of town, helped in the efforts to find those who’d gone missing, and began doing research to figure out who or what exactly was behind the recent misfortunes that plagued Creation Peaks. But while most within the coven drove themselves sick with so many worries, Samara’s mind was preoccupied by only one thing.

The wolf had never been very open about his involvement with the demons, always giving the witch half answers or changing the subject. His priority was always Sam’s safety, so the idea of him being some sort of soldier for the Devil never felt important. It never felt real. Tristan was just her father. And a very old werewolf. Nothing more, nothing less. Could his suggestion to move to Creation Peaks been part of some sort of master plan all along?

Samara was sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by her father’s old journals, when Tristan walked into the house. Despite the wolf’s dramatic statement, the witch glanced at him nonchalantly, brown eyes returning to the books when the steering helm was dropped on the couch. “How terrible,” she deadpanned. “Guessing the demon’s insurance plan doesn’t cover boats?”

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After a moment, the werewolf’s gaze went to the books in his daughter’s hands and his expression soon became drenched in confusion as he frowned deeply. “Sam,” he chastised at his daughter’s sarcasm, rolling his eyes to himself. “It’s fine... I’ll make it work.” If Noah made an arc, Tristan could build a sailboat. 

“What do you feel like eating? I’ll get to cooking,” he offered, trying to pull her attention away from his journals---old things he, himself, hadn’t gone over in centuries. “Hey, Sam: I asked what you want to eat,” he tried catching her attention before crossing his arms over his chest and leaning against a nearby wall.

Soleil tilted her head hearing the familiar voice. “Oh you are here as well. And I see you figured out how to bath. Good job.” She turned around to face him a slight smirk on her face. “No I wasn’t summoned here. I go where I’m needed and I just happened to be needed here. What brought you here?”

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“Of course. Who are you supposed to bail out of trouble if I’m not? You’d be bored out of your mind,” the werewolf teased with a chuckle---happy grin on his lips as she returned a jab of her own. The good thing about serving who they did was the comradery one could build---it felt like something no pack ever had to Tristan... “I envy your discipline,” he teased again when Soleil clarified how she ended up in Creation Peaks. 

@hellhoundjoesph​

In faith in Hell’s agenda was suffering. He loved Lucifer and Lilith like his gods, his heroes, his warrior siblings, but things had gotten so twisted... Losing Lucifer had hurt the morale of all of those who served in that battle, Tristan refused to believe different. Even as they moved through time, opening seals, Tristan just felt emptier. So much pain and bloodshed... All because a father and a son couldn’t play nice with one another... It made him vow that if his relationship with Sam ever got that bad... well, why even continue to exist?

His thoughts were abruptly interrupted when a familiar scent reached him: hellhound. Quietly, the ancient werewolf moved through the flora until he saw the familiar flames. “Fancy meeting you here,” he teased from the shadows. “Without a ship under your feet or a sword in your hand... Did the General call you here too, Sol?” Tristan questioned with a smirk.

Seeing the basket Astra stood up and took a donut.. before taking two more. She then grabbed a napkin and put the donuts on them before taking the basket and a muffin. “I’ll be sure to pass it around to everyone else. Although does anyone in here like jerky or do you expect that to come back to you?”

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“Appetite of a wolfling,” Tristan said in a teasing manner, although there was a knowing smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. “You’re the sweetest,” he thanked her when the young werewolf assured she’d pass it around to everyone. He did make a mental note not to let his coworker do the same---although the other firefighter wanted to lace the goodies with laxatives as a joke. There was no way it’d get past the werewolf at the front desk, sitting before the ancient Omega. 

Shrugging at the question, Tristan chuckled. “Maybe... Although after being missing for a while, some protein might do this guy some good,” he teased. 

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“Perhaps not but its nice to have someone around who is finally older than myself.” It was like being surrounded with children for the most part, not that she hated the fact that many of the wolves in her and Razor’s pack looked up to her simply out of the fact of her age. Scared of angering such an older wolf who could overpower them, looked to for knowledge that she had gotten from him over a century ago. 

“That is one way to look at things to be sure, I try not to dwell. Laying down and dying is never in my nature, we’re wolves not sheep.” If she were a weaker woman the surviving children would have quickly died without their father around, other wolves would have killed them for stepping into their territory. They would have been made omegas forced to work their way up the ranks of a pack that was lesser than they. But no they were pure wolves and they would act in such a way. 

She dips her head in thanks, “We’re dwindling in numbers, the amount of pure wolves in the world is at a sadden state. I am doing my part to keep our heritage alive and well.” If her children wanted to make her truly proud they would be finding good wolves to have children themselves. “I am sure we will have the time to soon my friend.” Celebrating new life within the pack was something she looked forward to, it wasn’t something that often happened but one more to add to the ranks was something to find joy in. “A young alpha full of pride and who understands the importance of the old ways. I would be highly amused to see how you and Razor get on.” She could see it easily getting out of hand quickly but would do her best to keep her husband distracted rather than allow himself to offend Tristan or feel offended himself. “They are, its one of the many reasons we aim to take this place for our pack. It in a way called to us.”

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“Now, now... Don’t go calling me an old man too,” Tristan jested with a sincere chuckle. His own daughter reminded him of it at every turn she could, he didn’t need another reminder. However, things seemed to changed and the familiar face before him suddenly felt unrecognizable. It’d been too long, it seemed, because Kiera seemed a lot sharper around the edges. “Feeling pain doesn’t make you weak,” he reminded her gently. “All the same, I am glad you seem happy.” Because she did, and he was.

Then, she began to speak about pureness, and the towering werewolf had to fight hard not to recoil. He’d been far from his own for too long it seemed... Had forgotten that he too, at some point, held that venomous pride within himself... But now, at his age and with his only offspring being a witch? How could Tristan ever agree with that? “As long as your pack is strong and safe, that’s all that really matters,” he attempted brushing off the subject, but her next words made a shiver run down Tristan’s back. “I know the feeling... We should talk somewhere more private,” he said lowly. “Where can I find you?”

@raynepup​

Shifting didn’t feel like shifting for Tristan. For him, turning into a human was shifting since it changed his true, original form into something else. Of course, he was aware how human minds work and how that belief could be twisted... But he was far too old to care. 

Unless it was his daughter giving him shit. Turned out his little mini me was able to push buttons he wasn’t even aware he had prior. And that’s why he was out in the woods in his true form, running. She’d come home again smelling of a certain huntress while pretending she didn’t know what he was talking about. It was nothing personal, but as his only child, Tristan was quite protective of the necromancer.

Stopping abruptly as he watched a deer notice him, the werewolf’s icy blue gaze stared. Gently, he shifted into his human form, watching the majestic animal in awe. His old age surely had made him rather emotional it seemed... Then, his belly growled at him. “... Tough luck.” However, before Tristan could shift and go on the hunt, a small werewolf pounced. “The fuck... Hey! Hey! That was mine!” he yelled with irritation---almost as if the towering werewolf was throwing a tantrum. 

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It was a bittersweet sort of sighting, while she a sense of fondness for the older wolf who shared the knowledge of their people with her pack and herself, it easily turned to ash when she thought back on the people she lost. She smiles at the affectionate touch of her face, something a father figure would do, in fact her own father had done the same. “What is home if not with those you love?” She answers, while it was far from her birthplace in Norway, she had some of her children here, her mate. 

The smile shifted slightly before it faded as she cleared her throat, “Not all are mention to survive like us.” The strong survive and sometimes just sometimes, they are taken from the world too soon. “An attack in the night, many were slaughtered steps from their bed, others trapped in burning homes, few trapped and taken. Never to be seen again.” She gives a soft shrug of her shoulders, “We move on, new pack, new mate, more children.” Instinctively she places her hands on her belly it would be a matter of months before it showed yet.

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Kiera’s answer to his question caused the older werewolf to smile softly. Having lived his life in a nomadic style, he could very much relate to that... And yet, here he was: returning home after eons. Even if it no longer looked like home. “Good answer, pup... Although I think that nickname no longer fits you,” he teased with a chuckle. 

It hurt to hear what had happened to her pack. They’d been rough around the edges, but many werewolves were... Still, they were strong and united, proud of themselves in a way that made the ancient werewolf proud as well. His own parents would’ve loved to have met them. Sadly, Tristan knew too well what Kiera had gone through... Although she probably spoke of hunters being the perpetrators while the Old Godfrey Pack had fallen to the Legion of Heaven. Either way, those they loved were taken from them. 

“For every door that closes, another opens,” the Omega answered when Kiera mentioned new mates. Being as old as he was, Tristan had plenty of love affairs... But he only had considered one mate---the only one who gave him his one child. However, she’d been taken from them. Since then, all of the ancient werewolf’s attention had been on his offspring. “More children? Congratulations,” he said with a proud smile. “I’m happy to hear you got the large family you always dreamed of... We should celebrate some time,” he suggested. “I’d love to meet the wolf that you made your mate... maybe give him a father talk,” Tristan teased with a chuckle. He hadn’t needed to be told about her pregnancy when he could sense it, but knew it was less rude to allow her to announce it first. “The mountains here are a beauty to run through.”

“  not  the  first  time  i’ve  heard  that  ”  she  shrugged as  he  teased her.  she  wished the  reason  she  had  got  there  late  was  because she  had  overslept. the  real  reason was  different.  “  yeah  well,  i’m  pretty sure  i  probably got  up  earlier than  you,  the  only  thing  is  that  you  haven’t spent  your  morning in  the  hospital ”  she  shrugged. “  so  yeah,  not  what  i  would  consider  a  good  morning ”

the  french  woman  shrugged  at  his  words. “  you  know  you  have  nothing  to  say  when  you  start  using  my  height  as  if  that  was  a  fair  point  or  something ”  she  mused, crossing  her  arms  over  her  chest.    “  for  the  record,  my  height  is  average  ”  belle  pointed out,  changing  her  bag  from  one  shoulder to  the  other.

his  question  made  belle  took  a  deep  breath.  “  well  the  storm  didn’t freak  me  out  as  much  ”  she  confessed.  “  but  well,  i  had  a  nice  encounter  with  a  werewolf and,  well  at  least  that  made  me  have  a  room  when  the  blizzard  happened  ”

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“... And how do you know that? You never ask me how I am,” Tristan teased in return when Belle seemed to begin getting annoyed and threw in the hospital information. “Aw, don’t be rude. I doubt the kind pediatricians were nothing but lovely to you,” the werewolf teased again with an amused chuckle. 

Crossing his arms over his chest, the towering werewolf chuckled lowly as the short deputy picked apart his words. “Sure, average... for small people---anyway! Why were you at the hospital this morning? I thought all you guys did was drink coffee and eat doughnuts,” he teased. “Bad heartburn?”

going  back  to  work  had  been  difficult  if  she  was  honest,  mostly  because  she  had  to  think  twice  before  doind  something.  she  got  to  the  station  later  that  morning,  she  had  finally  got  the  stiches  out  which  was  great.  she  was  so  done  with  being  reminded  about  what  happened  to  her.

the  french  woman  stopped  at  her  place  to  get  her  uniform  on  and  drove  to  the  station,  only  to  find  a  well  known  pick  up  truck  on  her  spot.  she  groaned,  she  wanted  to  tap  the  horn  repeatedly  until  he  moved  it.  but  she  could  also  see  that  wasn’t  a  reasonable  reaction.

the  deputy  had  to  park  on  a  different  spot.  what  a  good  way  to  start  her  day.  “  i  bet  you’re  having  a  good  morning  ”  she  rolled  her  eyes.  “  i  really  thought  the  whole  rivarly  was  stupid  but  you’re  actually  make  me  see  it’s  not  ”  the  french  woman  mused.  “  you  feel  better  after  parking  in  my  spot  ?  ”

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Something that was odd for the werewolf was that he hadn’t seen Deputy Emera for a few days prior to the storm. Now, she smelled like a werewolf bite and humans medicines. The Omega wondered what had happened, but doubted they were in the stage where he could go ask her... Although he did wondered if she was romantically involved with this werewolf and they simply lost their control...

“Rude,” he teased instead once the deputy replied without a greeting. “Then again, I woke up and got to work early... I think the only having a good morning it’s you, Sleepyhead.” Tristan smirked.