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“Cris?” Wide eyes stare at the man in front of him. He was caught off guard. It had been years since he had even seen Cris in the flesh – all he had seen for the time being was photos uploaded onto social media. Maybe this was a sign from fate to reconnect.

Himchan was less hesitant then, outstretching his arms to envelop Cris in a hug. He was always one to be affectionate, and he thought they had been pretty good friends back in high school. It would not be too weird, right? He pat Cris’ back for extra measure and tried to keep it brief. That did not deter the strong scent of a feline from quickly reaching his nostrils. Darn it. In the excitement of the situation, he had forgotten to breathe through his mouth. He had not pinned Cris to be the type to like cats, though. Now, he sniffed more obviously at the scent on his neck, before he caught himself and stepped back.

“Er, nice cologne.” He tried at redeeming himself. In his defense, it was really overwhelming to have so many different scents to explore. He was not yet accustomed to it, and he hoped Cris had not caught on to his little blunder. Years had passed, and although Cris did not seem to be an extremist in high school, many things could have transpired in such an amount of time. That, and it was really weird to have a grown man sniffing another grown man’s neck in a supermarket.

“It really has been a while. Why haven’t you texted me at all, bro?” Himchan donned a wide grin, pushing the awkwardness aside. “I have been well, for the most part. I am going into my last year of med school, and then I can start my residency.” He left out the part that he may have to ditch the entire idea of being a surgeon soon. The thought was too painful. Being a surgeon had been a dream of his for years now, and now that he was nearing the finish line, the idea was being ripped from underneath him. No, he wasn’t going to think about that. “How about you? Did you adopt a bunch of cats and move out to the countryside?” Himchan teased, not forgetting the smell of the cat on him. Really, Cris had never struck him as a cat person.

The hug was welcomed by Cris, glad that even with the years of distance, their friendship was still intact. He clasped his arm around the other tight and chuckled when he patted his back. But it was something about his scent that still bothered him. Being so close, made his sense of smell ten times better and Himchan smelled exactly like a werewolf. But from what Cris remembered, he was always a human. And to think he might of been turned seemed a little unnerving for the man. As Cris sniffed him, he soon realized Himchan was smelling him too. Just a couple of guys hugging it out in the meat section and smelling eachother’s necks.

This was definitely normal.

After finally pulling away, Cris flashed his old friend a sheepish grin. “Uh, thanks. You too.” He finally managed out realizing how awkward that must of looked. “I changed carriers and lost all my contacts. But besides that…” Thinking back to the years that followed graduation, Cris remembers only that it was very hectic for him. Between the Yu Pride training, and balancing a degree and culinary training it was not a fun time for him. That was until he met her. “…life got a little crazy for a bit. But no matter, I made it out and now I own my own restaurant in the Central District.” Hearing about his friends own success gave Cris another reason to smile again. “Well look at you, now I know who to go to if I need some healing.” Resting his hand on his shoulder, he squeezed it slightly as a subtle show of affection. Cris was happy to see him after all these years again.

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It had been a rough past couple of weeks for the thief, money-wise at least, the amount of help-less business men had been few and far between in his usual hunting grounds. Perhaps they were becoming for aware of the unknown assailant who had a knack for snatching their wallets. This irritated him nonetheless, rent for his apartment was due in a couple days, not to mention the lack of food was catching up to him. The early signs of starvation were starting show, his usual temper was set aflame more so than usual, the raven snapped earlier at a highschool student as they (unfortunately) bumped in to him. This led to an exchange of swears, some that mothers’ had to shield their children’s ears from. 

Hood up, Jooheon prowled a street only a couple of blocks away from the college campus, the streets surrounding it littered with college students and residents alike. His eyes narrow as he spots someone who stuck out from the rest, a man of obvious wealth. He grins slyly, observing the male from afar at first. He could only dream of the riches which lay within the confines of his wallet. There had to have been at least enough to feed himself and his pet bird San, maybe even more if he was lucky enough.

He clears his throat before zeroing in on his target, obtaining his prize in one fatal swoop. He quickly shoves it deep within his hoodie pocket, darting into an alleyway before anyone could notice. He withdraws the wallet carefully from his pocket, slowly opening it to investigate his stolen fortune. A wide grin plastered his face as he searches through, catching a glance at the man’s id. If only he hadn’t turned around at that moment, to see the very same face staring him down. 

-- click. click. click.

Hoseok boredly stared at the door of the cafe` he worked at, the clear glass doors showing the vast amount of people outside rather than inside. It had been a slow day, probably one of the least busy days he’s worked in a long time. His eyes shot around the room, the only customers inside where a young couple who seemed more interested in each other than actually ordering anything. His paycheck would be suffering greatly tonight.

He sighs lightly, before heading over to the table which the youthful couple sat at, his eyes adverting from the female quickly over to the male. He smiles lightly, keeping his voice upbeat as usual, “You guys still doing okay?” The male shoes him away, insisting that they were doing fine as they had been for the past twenty minutes. Hoseok’s smile falters at this, and reiterates that if they needed him to feel free to call him over.

As he turns away, he overhears the girl whisper something to the other. He twitches, the faint whisper saying something that ringed loudly in his ears.

 ‘Oppa, could that server be anymore annoying?’

His non-existent temper flared, Hoseok hurrying back to the front counter before he could utter something he might regret. He decides to settle for shooting the couple a dirty look, but before they could notice it his focus was brought back to the front door that was the center of his attention not but ten minutes ago. He could sense something.. so familiar yet there was something different regarding it. The only thing he could decipher that it was a were, a wolf to be exact. He had grown used to Jimin’s scent, so similar wolf scents were easy to point out for the fox.

His heart beginning to race, Hoseok quickly ducked into the restroom, cupping his hand around the faucet. He splashes a light amount of cold water on his face as a way to calm himself down. He hasn’t been this overwhelmed in a long time, not around fellow weres anyhow. 

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(Text to Himchan) => Hey man, it’s been like 8 million years. how ya doin?

(Text to Himchan) => Still doin that medicine stuff at SSU? Learned any new moves?

monstrous headcanons. accepting!

⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses

The only bad impulses he has are a result of his emotions, especially his anger. It is in those moments that violence is often the only solution for him, the only thing that can make things right.

Whether he’s punching a wall, or punching a person or going full on transformation on them, its in those moments that he doesn’t feel like Cris. He’s become a monster.

But then again, it usually requires extreme set of circumstances. Violence against supernaturals to name a few, and the missed chance of saying goodbye. As a werelion from the Yu Pride, he had been taught to approach most situations with a level head.

☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life.

During his rampage, Cris had barreled into his family home in an effort to get to where she was. To get to the other side. But that was not the first time he almost met death. The first time was on accident, and because he was still a child, it was even more terrifying for him.

His training under his father had started at an early age, and because of this he took to simple transformations easily. His father had always told him that this was their true form, and to never fear because they were called kings. But lions weren’t a common sight in asia, so the day he wandered off the Yu property in his lion form was almost his last.

Cris didn’t know how long he had been running for. He just kept on until he finally stopped hearing their footsteps. Armed with guns and traps, the boy knew they were dangerous. They knew what he was and wanted to kill him but Cris couldn’t let that happen.

As he continued down the path, he had heard the sound of the gears a second too late. And all of a sudden everything went black.

Any memory after that has always been a bit hazy for him. He doesn’t remember how he had gotten home or how he was saved, but he does remember the cage and how small it was. And how afraid he was. And also how the inside of a barrel looks like.

And then…blank.

Monstrous Headcanons  — Accepting!

☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light

An obvious secret that Jimin doesn’t want to come to light is the fact that he is a were-animal. Bridging the gap between the Supernatural community and the general public with his work in conjunction with the Sunseong Police Department has its perks and its share of dangers. There have been many times where his expertise in tracking and locating missing persons within that crucial first 48-hours has come to light in the media and earned him considerable praise. Luckily, the public has not gone asking questions or pointing any fingers - yet!

☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others

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Cris couldn’t make up his mind about supermarkets. Before they were a mundane choir for him, stocking up on the weeks necessities as he saw fit. Then coming back the next week to do the same thing all over again. But now, they actually made him a bit nervous. Places like this shouldn’t belong to people, but unfortunately they did. To her.

‘Mushrooms, check. Peppers, check. Rice, check. Now what else is left?’ Staring at the piece of paper, the surrounding sounds seemed to fade out a bit. For a moment, his enhanced senses were turned off and he was left alone with his thoughts. Or rather his memories. Things he’d rather not think about. 

“Do you have everything?” her voice appearing out of nowhere. “Are you sure? You always forget something. Always.” His goddamn conscious was right. Cris almost forgot the meat. As he slowly approached the aisle, he picked up an odd scent. While there were array of animals there, the werelion was sure he was smelling dog this time. Or maybe wolf? Or something in the canine family. They were too many overlapping each other.  

Last Unicorn Starters: Accepting!

A low, almost malicious chuckle escapes his throat. He never meant to talk circles around this poor kid and confuse him, but he’s never been very good at simple and basic human conversations when he’s not focusing on the idea. So he’s ended up asking more cryptic questions than he likes... Really though, he just wants to keep the stranger around. Call him lonely or call him bored, either results in him chatting in this same way.

“Riddles? Am I really speaking in such a way? I didn’t realize. Will you forgive me?” A smile as charming as he can manage appears as he tilts his head to the side. He knits his fingers together- eyes suddenly changing color as his illusion falters. Colors are so hard- especially in his eyes. He doesn’t see a reason they shouldn’t change, change, change when he thinks they should. His appearance might could if it were so much effort to work on his illusions- but that would be difficult with the limited number of humans he’s seen... So he’d better just stay this way. If nothing else, he’s sure this stranger won't notice his eyes. Change blindness is awfully powerful.