#menofthemoon

☂= Something my muse does on a rainy day

If he's free, which he probably would be, he would simply sit back and enjoy his rest day or he would go around town and end up in the tavern. It depends on the mood he's in and how tired he might be from previous days of work.

okay, okay - he had to admit that was a good one. silas, who usually refused let his lips curve upwards unless his sweet pup was involved, couldn't help a little chuckle at that incredibly bad line. "you got me." shaking his head a little, "wanna tell me where that's comin' from?"

Heated pants and low whispers were heard throughout the mines as Fidel engages in some heavy petting with his fellow packmate and miner, Declan. Fidel had seen Declan before, honestly mistaking him for one of the other wolves' pups or perhaps one of their playthings that couldn't keep themselves away another alpha. In either case, Fidel had been surprised to see how much work Declan could do throughout the mines. It didn't take long for Fidel's feelings change from impressed to interest, leading to him grinding against Declan in the dark of the mines, pressing his lips to the other's neck and cupping his hand over Declan's ass, pulling him closer. "You taste so good, Declan."

🍝= My muse’s favourite meal

"Let's see... there are a few meals I enjoy, really, but if I must pick only one I must say that would be roast beef. It goes a long way."

Founder's Day was always a bit of a touchy situation for the Omega, if only because he knew that there was also a slight connotation to it - that Founder's Day was also a day to celebrate the wolves that made this place possible, and in Yric's life? That was his step-father. Of course, the man didn't want anything to do with him and practically told him as such, and while Yric didn't like the man, he still couldn't help but feel the yearning when he saw pups and young wolves alike thanking their parents for their sacrifice.

It was almost too much, so the Omega found himself heading to the river's edge to get away from the commotion - at least for a bit, as he was sure that both his mother and Jensen's parents would want to see him standing next to his mate - and he looked on, arms resting upon his knees as he sat there. The breeze was cool, gentle, but it was still a surprisingly warm day for it being a season when typically they'd wear furs, and he enjoyed the quiet.

Until he heard a footstep.

x

It was typical for Amara to distract himself during the front end of his cycle. If he could pull through long enough, his last day would be mind-numbing. Being reduced to a whimpering welp too needy to leave the village until he got fucked to high heaven was a small price to pay.

It almost hurt to get out of his bunk the morning his heat became unbearable. Amara was sure every alpha in Athos could smell how potent he'd become at that point, but it was the pounding of a hammer nearby that beckoned him.