#werejer

“So, like, not to make this weird or anything --” he cut off, pausing to rake his teeth over the inside of his lower lip, as his gaze shifted to...anywhere that wasn't Jeremy, really. Shit. He was gonna make this weird, wasn't he? He really hadn't known what to expect from Jeremy's home town -- it was still a little crazy to him that he was here at all, honestly -- but what he hadn't expected was for the whole to bear the lingering scent of predators.

There was a shift in the air, a scent or a sound that set him off, but suddenly Jeremy was checking windows and locks, pacing through areas that his addled mind deemed more vulnerable than others.

Normally she doesn't pay it much attention. He's a wolf, a guard dog, doing what he does best. Guarding. To force those instincts, those behaviors down would only result in dulling skills he needs to survive and be of any use to the ones he cares about. They're animals, all of them, prey or predator simply was defined by your place on the ever shifting food chain in the supernatural kill or be killed climate. Nova knew that better than anyone. She's been both, prey and Predator. Fuck, she's been the monster too.

As long as she keeps him capable of playing well with other living creatures theres no sense in dulling his natural drive to protect.

This time was only different because she knows what set him off, she can smell it too. There are other wolves in the area, all scents she recognizes, none of them threats.

"It's just Runa, Jeremy. They're running a territory patrol."

This is just a for fun little verse for @naruto-9tails

Jeremy is a part of the Inuzuka clan, he has a wolfdog companion animal named Toboe (fc for this is from Wolfsrane.) He's a year ish ahead of Naruto and the main show gang - Chunin at age 17, which in this universe is basically a late bloomer. 

Stats:

Taijustu - above average

Genjutsu - none

Ninjustu - Clan based abilities, mostly to do with his animal companion 

So he had been lied to. 'the boy is dead'. Was he now? Of course Klaus was quick to believe his brother's words, the bite looked like a sever allergic reaction to werewolf venom. It made sense that the Gilbert boy in all of his hunter history would be such a little bitch that he'd P E R I S H at the bite of a superior being.

But that wasn't the truth as it turns out. The boy was not only alive, but he was a miracle. Special. Like Klaus. Something that should not exist, and yet unapologetically does. He was born of Klaus even, the hybrids venom is what changed him. Part of him exists in this boy like they were blood. AND YET- he'd been kept from him. Hidden away like a dirty little secret, when in fact he was a gift to the modern supernatural world, and Klaus intended to see him brought up in it correctly. He did not need, nor want Elijah's blessing. The boy was like a son to him. He had rights.

Which was why he snuck onto campus that night, and waited for the boy in his room. No roommate no problem, but the boy had dreadful taste in just about everything. Furniture was a god forsaken lawn chair with a throw pillow in it. And Elijah thought this boy was fine on his own. Obviously his vision was compromised.

At least he hadn't been there long before the door opened and the lights switched on.

"JEREMY J..ACOB... JINGLEheimer..schmitt-" She does not know his middle name and really fizzled out in confidence there towards the end, "GILBERT GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW."