Signe Harou

Signe Harou - B i o g r a p h y

( rebecca ferguson, female, she/her, 72, werewolf, omega ) It’s been a while since we’ve seen SIGNE HAROU. I hear they’re a WEREWOLF and they reside on the SOUTHSIDE. They’re known to frequent FULL MOON BAR and have made a place in LUPIS. Some may say they act VOLATILE, UNHINGED & WILD, while others claim they are INDEPENDENT, RESOURCEFUL & AFFECTIONATE. With that being said, they’ve found the State of Calamity.

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TW: Abuse

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The last thing Eivor ever wanted was for his sister to think he wasn’t loyal. When it came to Signe, Eivor was loyal beyond reason and doubt. Perhaps it was reckless to never question her, but she was his blood, his little sister, she was the one he would follow until he died. There would never be another he called alpha. “Good. Day ya question me, is the day I need puttin’ down.” Eivor said with a belief in his voice that told just how serious he took that statement. 

At the suggestion to get up and go do something other than sitting around the apartment, Eivor gave a huff, but he hardly disagreed. He’d already spent too long in human skin and wanted out of it. “Don’t get why we can’t just wear our fur all the time. Hate human skin, don’t fit right.” Eivor grumbled as he stood up, following his sister’s lead and stripping out of his tattered old shirt. His own body was marred with scars just like Signe’s although Eivor’s had come from a life of fighting unlike his sister, except for the twin X’s branded into their skin. Eivor could still remember the moment they’d given them to each other, bonded as pack, family, in blood and pain. He didn’t waste time before following his sister outside, easily shifting into a huge dark brown wolf, fur black under the cover of night, eyes a bright icy blue. 

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Signe never questioned Eivor’s loyalty. He was after all an extension of herself not only by blood but by the firm ethos they both lived and breathed. Her true beta. The sincerity and belief in his statement rang true, conjuring a firm nod of approval from his alpha. That was all that was needed before she moved through the pit they both inhabited. 

🍺 // For a drunk admittance.

"Do you always whine this much? Think someone's gonna come along, wave a magic wand and make it all better?” The wolf pouted lazily, her mind positively throbbing from tolerating this never-ending insufferable pity party that poured from the young bitten wolves mouth. Her potential was fading hard and fast with each draw of breath, a ring cladded hand reached out to the others before squeezing painfully tight putting an end to the others pathetic protest. “Listen close, sweet face, we all got to do what’s necessary in order to survive. You’re a wolf for fuck sake, start acting like one. Now quit the crocodile tears or go find someone else who’ll listen to this bullshit cause I’ve had more than my fill of it.” The wolfs tone cold and calm married with her constricting painful hold. “No hard feelings, of course." Sig mused more upbeat, releasing her hand as if nothing had happened.

⛓ // For something that terrifies them.

Signe has survived tremendous loss and terror in her past and there is little that stands which would rattle her. Her only weak link is her brother, her true ride or die. Losing Eivor in any capacity whether it be his trust or his death is what she truly fears most.   

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“i like to have fun with strangers. ” full lips curled into a devilish smirk; was that good enough of a reason? frankly, he didn’t owe an explanation; he was already bored of the company he had; and amos in a state of boredom was an incredibly irritated amos, eager to explore more, easily vexed; his fingers twitching, aching for something more. he wasn’t certain if she could provide the kind of entertainment he was looking for - but eh, he was a man who gave chances - he was feelng generous tonight. generous with his time, not his money.

 wow, wow - he wanted to stop her; the flutes, the manners, the finnes - it wasn’t needed. he could grab the bottle by the neck and swing it. was this policy of the bar? so fucking fancy for a wolf’s den. he shook his head with a laugh. normal glasses would’ve done the trick, she didn’t have to try that hard - drunk people never cared. drunk people never cared if they were served in a fucking dog’s bowl - as long as it was their desired alcohol you were serving. get them drunk and let them be. and fast. you never know how quick that wound they’re trying to stitch would bleed out.

dark hues observed her every action; silently; the tip of his tongue sliding along his lower lip for a brief moment, as if to focus even more on following her movements. a little habit of his when he was trying to concentrade. his eyes snapped to her at the question, “we’re always celebrating - me. “ he might have been a fae, but his grin was wolfish, 

he turned around to look at the couple - hiw own little fan club, who only agreed with a click of their glasses together. before their mouths joined hungrily. tsk, how rude of them. could’ve waited for him to finish his drink. olive fingers wrapped around the glass, as he took a sip, before leaning down closer to her, “who’s going to entertain me now?”

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Good enough reason as any for the wild wolf, who was keen to have some fun of her own. Now the fun he was in search of that did intrigue her. “As do I.” The wolf eyed him closely as her lips pulled into a smirk, she had a habit of keeping people at a distance. No strings, no pesky emotional attachment. Something about this man was off to her, there was a look in his dark gaze all too familiar to the crazed wolf. Restlessness, perhaps? Got an itch you can’t quite scratch? Must get awfully dull having your little fan club follow you around all night. She thought to herself silently as she prepared their drinks.

His response and laugh didn’t go unnoticed as Sig served the group with a little class. Pay that much for some overpriced bubbly shit and she could muster giving some special treatment. She was only in this gig for the money after all. His response didn’t disappoint as those dark eyes snapped up at her. “Fair enough.” The brunette said watching silently as he turned back to the couple behind him. She wasn’t shy to watch as their mouths hungrily collided. Raw desire intoxicating to all who witnessed it. Sloppy though.  

Slowly her gaze returned to him as the question slipped past his lips, in such close proximity she could smell the distinct notes of his cologne and champagne on his breath. “Why? Feeling a little left out baby?” The velvety tones left the wolf as she leaned in closer her blue piercing hues studying his handsome features closer. My, my, you are a handsome devil, aren’t you? She thought to herself, gaze then snapping up to the clock that hung up on the far wall. “I get off in five minutes. I might consider the idea.” She smirked. “Tell me, what sort of fun did you have in mind?”  

Her eyebrows raised slightly at the name of the special. “Have you all found scorpions and put the venom in a drink or something?” Nira asked, a playful smile forming on her lips. She had hoped that the drink she requested wouldn’t harm her. Though, she supposed that she’d be able to sense dangers if there were any. “Green fairy? What do you mean?”

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“Well if we were trying to poison our customers. I sure hope we’d make it a little less obvious.” The she-wolf teased playfully leaning in a touch. “Just a name. It’s perfectly harmless.” Sig assured the beautiful woman with a charming smile. “Oh you don’t know? Well, my dear...” The brunette began with a smile turning away for a moment to grab a bottle of absinthe from the top shelf. Returning she set it down in front, “This special lady has quite the reputation, drink enough and apparently it can cause hallucinations. Hence the name. Of course drink enough of anything and it’s harmful.” She explained with a soft chuckle. “If you would prefer something different, I make one hell of a martini?”

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It was obvious enough to Esme that the she-wolf was likely new to town if she didn’t recognise the Arch Conduit from the Slaughter Ring. Most in the city knew Esme as the one who brought down half the stadium with her magic alone, the Scarlet Witch. It was rather refreshing to not have her reputation proceed her for once and to speak with someone who didn’t have any preconceived ideas about who she was, or someone Esme had either hurt personally or hurt their family with what happened. “Definitely not, but it is always fun when people try.” She chuckled with a playful smirk. 

“Exactly my thoughts. At the very least I get a few drinks out of this whole thing, and now perhaps some interesting company.” She smiled, raising her glass one more in a cheers before taking another sip. Esme took the hand offered to her, shaking with a smile. “A pleasure Signe, I’m Esme. Are you new to town? I feel I’d remember a face like yours.”

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Signe respected the hell out of that remark giving one of her own husky chuckles. “Oh I’m sure it is.” The playful wolf added with her own signature smirk. Sig knew nothing of this woman’s past nor power that she possessed but she knew a powerful independent woman when she saw one. A woman after her own heart, in fact. 

‘Perhaps’? Well damn... the wild wolf would have been almost offended if it weren’t for her impenetrable confidence. This façade she wore awfully well was well-liked enough but the real wolf behind the mask well her sort of fun wasn’t for the faint hearted. “Pretty name. Can’t say I’ve come across many Esme’s before.” The wolf said with a genuine smile. “Was it that obvious?” The brunette joked referring to being a new face in town, “Yeah I arrived a few weeks back. Still getting my bearings with this place. Sure is big.” She mused, “You lived here awhile?”

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“So you’re saying ‘real knows real’ like kids say these days?” That they both seemed to appreciate whiskey was definitely a nice coincidence, but it wasn’t all that striked him about her. It was the way she knew how to dodge personal questions. Evade them, if you will. And sure, deep down Jaxon Reed loved a whole new person to dig his claws in and investigate. “Most people think it -but they ain’t so sure they can go through with it, so they don’t say.” he chuckled at the response he got, “But I really gotta. I sort of upset someone very important to me..so I need to keep my head screwed on tight.”

Reed grabbed the glass, stirring it a little bit with a hand before scoffing. “Yeah, no shit..I haven’t known that woman to give people chances.“ He might even dare say, she didn’t, period. After what he saw with those omegas..if they weren’t worth it or if they didn’t work for it, they were left aside.  Smirking back, Jaxon met the handshake in the middle. “Jaxon. And somethin’ like that. I was gone for three whole years..came back about..three months ago. You planning on stayin’?”

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“I have trouble keeping up with the youth of today, call me old fashioned.” She smirked before wagging a long slender finger, “You aren’t wrong about that. Takes a good amount of restraint which not everyone possesses. Clearly...” She smirked brow raising suggestively to a patron who was worse for wear, half conscious slumped over the bar. She poured the sorry bastard a cup of black coffee before returning to her spot. “So yeah, It’s good to keep a clear head.” She offered with a nod. “We’ve all said and done stupid shit. It’s what we do next that makes a difference.” 

“Alpha’s don’t tend to be the forgiving type, not ones that I have met anyway. Must be a lonely job being top dog.” The former alpha mused softly with a slight shrug. Heather’s Jax? No surely, not... Sig thought to herself as that mutual smirk remained on her pretty features. She couldn’t be sure if it were him, having only heard the name and some vague details in passing from Heather. “Pleasure, Jaxon.” She returned genuinely. Brow lifting in intrigue as he shared a little insight into his past. As he posed the question of whether she planned on staying the she-wolf smiled some, “If there’s something worth sticking around for then, possibly.” She shared. ”I’ve never been much of a city girl, myself. Always moved from one place to the next. What made you leave this place? Not enough good whiskey?” She joked with a charming smile.

If it had been anyone else asking Eivor to make nice and play city boy he’d have refused, turned right back the way he came and wandered off into the woods to live a content life alone. But this was his sister, his alpha, he followed her commands no matter what they were. And she was right, they wouldn’t find new blood anywhere else to grow their numbers, they’d already spent too long as it was looking before. This place had the numbers, they just needed to get them to fall in line, see things Signe’s way. At the mention of him, Eivor couldn’t help his growl, the sound far from human much like everything else about the wolf. “He ain’t gonna find us. Covered our tracks good.” Eivor promised as he leaned into his sister’s touch slightly. “I trust your judgement, you know I do. Just hate being in a city.” He huffed. 

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Signe didn’t take enjoyment out of taunting her own blood with the memory of her old man but it had its desired effect in keeping them both focused on the task at hand. The unhinged wolf was familiar with the hatred heard in her brother’s growl. Her own vengeful wolf practically fed off of that festering anger. A soft smile reserved for only him reached the corners of her lips as he leaned into her gentle touch. “I know you do. I’ve never doubted your loyalty.” She nodded before a soft sigh escaped her. “It’s not ideal for either of us here.” She mustered. “But it has its use.” She huffed before pressing a tender kiss to his temple. 

Signe didn’t dwell on the thought for long, that longing to be free of this city. Instead she thought of ways to improve their current mood in this teething process. “Now how about you get off your lazy ass and we go stretch our legs?” She jested playfully. “It’ll do you the world of good stripping out of that skin suit.” The wolf grinned fingers reaching for the hem of her shirt. Pulling it up and over her lithe frame, long brunette tresses cascaded down her back covering the welts of horror that blemished her sun kissed skin. “We should think about cleaning this place up. It looks like a pig-sty.” She commented in passing with a chuckle before pushing the back door open. 

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“You could say that.” People around here typically asked for plain, old beer, so let’s just say Jaxon Reed at least felt comfident about that, his lips pulling at the sides as he chuckled dryly. “Though you probably say that to all the people that stop by in here..am I right?” It certainly wasn’t his first time there, nor would it be his last, but this brunette…he hadn’t seen her in his life. “I’ll take it on the rocks. Must pace myself.”

Pace. A word he was still to seize completely and yet, he saw himself with no other choice, dark eyes looking up to return the ‘favor’ of studying the other’s features and starting to notice something was clearly..unusual about her. “..I’m known to make my appearances, yes. How ‘bout you? New in town and you already got Liliana to take you in?”

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The wily wolf smirked brow piquing rather intrigued by his words, “Some, not all. I like it when someone knows what they want, makes my job a damn lot easier and call me biased but I’m a whiskey lady myself.” Sig mused. “Pace yourself? Well, you don’t hear that one often in here.” She joked not missing a beat, sliding the drink over to him before leaning against the counter. It was understandable that her presence here as an omega had conjured many suspicions among the regular patrons. 

“Yeah something like that... Guess she saw something in me worth keeping around. But you’re guesses are as good as mine as to what that redeeming quality is. It sure as hell ain’t my small talk.” The she-wolf grinned. “Been here close to a month trying to get my bearings with this place.” She explained. “I’m Signe.” She introduced holding a hand out to him. “How about you, handsome. Been here long?”

Esme’s smile was intrigued at the drink suggestion and watched the she-wolf go through the process of making it. When the pink cocktail was finally set down in front of her, Esme was rather delighted at its pretty aesthetic, before picking it up to take a slow sip. The flavour was good, especially with the surprising punch. “Delicious, I think I’ve found my new favourite.” She said approvingly, taking another sip to really savour the flavour. Esme followed the other’s gaze to a few wolves clearly about to brawl but paid them little mind. She’d heavily warded herself before entering Southside territory, but even without that warding Esme didn’t fear for her own safety. “Business. I’m supposed to be making a little deal with a couple of wolves who owe me. If they don’t make a show in the next hour I’ll have to assume they chickened out or couldn’t meet their end of the bargain and were too afraid to face me.” She chuckled. 

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The wily she-wolf watched as the other took her first sip, a satisfied grin pulling at the corners of her lips at the woman's approval. “I’m glad you approve, dear.” The brunette mused. It was rather intriguing to Signe that the woman before her paid little mind to the restless crowd of wolves behind her. Upon learning that the other was here for business, hardly surprised the bartender that had watched many a deal go south in this very bar. “You strike me as a very capable woman. Not someone to be trifled with.” The she-wolf smirked, rolling up the sleeves of her black silk shirt that drowned her lithe frame. Discreetly readying herself to escort the wolves out of the establishment if a brawl did break out. They knew better than to fight in the bar and Signe had no issue reminding them of that very golden rule. “Mhm... Let those cowards stew a while. Chase their tails a bit. It won’t be long until you hear from them again if they have any sense to them. I’m Signe by the way.” The she-wolf introduced extending a ring cladded hand out to the other.      

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Jaxon Reed was surprised to still be there..in town, after everything that had been going on in his own private life. His son hated him, for one. His current position in the pack was in jeopardy and he needed to disassociate himself from the people who’d put him in that mess. So yes, perhaps the full moon bar was not the best place to be but, it was a means to cope while he kept his vow to be by Enzo’s side.

Leaning across the front table of that bar as a member of staff approached him, the old wolf looked up with a slight smirk, not quite picking up on the familiar scent that clung to that lady. “..I’ll have your top shelf whiskey, if you’ll be so kind.”

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“A man of good taste, I like that.” The she-wolf complimented with a smirk of her own. “Sure thing.” Signe pushed away from the bar before turning to reach for their finest bottle. “On the rocks or straight up?” She called out over her shoulder as she poured the amber liquid. 

Sliding the drink over to him she took a moment to take in those handsome features, memorize them as she had with all of the other wolves. The omega wasn’t interested in getting caught up in pack politics but it was good to familiarise ones self with who you were getting acquainted with. “You come in here often, handsome?” 

“Hello.” Nira said with a smile as she sat at the bar. She tended to frequent all the bars, no matter what territory they settled in. She wasn’t afraid of what she might find. In fact, she was more curious than anything. She wanted to meet new people. “Hm… do you have a house special?” 

“We do indeed, it changes from time to time. Boss likes to keep things fresh around here. New additions called kiss of the scorpion. Not for the faint of heart and tastes as the name would suggest.” The wolf smirked. “If you don’t mind chasing the green fairy, It’s all yours.”  

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fool moon was definitelly one of the bars on his list. he’d heard somewhere that it’s not as fun as berserker’s, but it was still a place worth exploring.  and who was amos if not an eager explorer, ready to seek fun and cause trouble - part of his repertoire. his arm was drapped around another fae’s neck, a readhead on his other side, quickly following behind the two men, his free hand slapping upon the wooden surface of the bar, “i want - “ a pause; fingers moving, as if he was casting a spell, but that was only a gesture that he thought was helping him think. “ champagne!” he spoke with sheer excitement; his hand slapped onto the other’s guy chest then , “ you’re buying.” he smirked playfully, before pulling away and placing both of his elbows on the bar, “two bottles, and - “ he turned around briefly to see if the woman was still with them. “ three glasses.” when he turned back around to face the bartender, he took a second to appreciate her features - pretty. “actually make that four, you’ll join us.”

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Signe watched the groups exchange in silent amusement before her brow rose slightly at the offer. “What do I owe the pleasure?” Her velvety tone playful enough neither refusing nor accepting just yet. He striked her as the type who didn’t get told no often. “Well, considering your awfully generous friend here is paying the bill - two bottles of our finest coming up.” She jested in good light before pushing away from the counter, Signe didn’t much care who paid the bill as long as it was settled. It sure as hell wouldn’t be coming out of her pay packet that much was for certain. The omega cleaned up well enough when it was required. Most of the clothes on her back well... let’s just say the previous owners didn’t have much of a use for them anymore. Setting down four delicate flutes. She took a moment to appreciate the handsome supposed ringleader as she cut the foil and twisted the cork - a supressed pop followed by a satisfying hiss. She filled each glass with effortless precision like she’d done this for years when in truth it had only been a few weeks. She adapted quick, made sure of it. “What are we celebrating?” The wild wolf mused, setting the second bottle down into an ice bucket. The crowd was particularly rowdy tonight, especially among the younger wolves but it was all in good fun. The full moon was on the horizon after all, she could feel it in her bones calling out to her like a long lost lover.