gaydemonwolfâ // peter:
How befitting it was to see humanity fall by their own devices, yet, whatever they had done had affected everybody else. Selfish. Just as they always were. Thankfully a werewolf was better equipped for survival so survival wasnât really the problem, loneliness and worry were. Peter knew his nephews were strong and smart enough to survive this because, whatever this was, he wasnât exactly sure a werewolf was going to heal fast enough to survive it. A zombie werewolf. Now, that was a really scary thought. But that was the worry part, the lonely part was the one currently taking its toll on the man. He wasnât going mad, by any means, but he was craving companionship to a level he wasnât aware could even be reached. He was lonely before, sure, but not like this. How could he trust anyone in this new world anyways? Even when he was surrounded by people he felt lonelier than ever but hesitated to go find the remains of his family for fear of rejection, he wouldnât be able to take it right now or ever in the future, and he was lacking friends even before the zombies fell on them. But this new world was here to stay, so he either survived it or gave up and he wasnât the type to just give up. Heâll find a way. Eventually.
Peter had moved on from settlement to settlement after all hell broke loose. Sitting still in one place felt like a problem knocking at your door but humans didnât have the luxury a werewolf had. Peter could hunt his own food and he could use his senses and abilities to avoid danger. What he didnât have, however, was a pack. Donât get him wrong, he didnât need a pack, but he could use the company of others. Someone to talk to even if whatever they talked about wasnât important at all. Werewolves craved company as much as humans did or even much more so. In exchange, he was capable to help the settlement run much more smoother. They never knew what he truly was but they knew Peter was their best scout, their best hunter, and their best scavenger, so if Peter ever demanded something? He always got it. It helped the man didnât ask for much so when he did, he always received it. One of the many perks for working hard for these humans was getting larger rations of food. The other one was a really nice bed. His help, in his own opinion, helped any settlement remain standing for far longer than any other. They always fell apart but he would always book it before it did. Better safe than sorry. It wasnât like he ever met anyone worth taking with before or feeling sorry about their death.
He had been here long enough to build a reputation and respect, he wasnât feeling like leaving any time soon and people were nice enough. Currently, he was eating when someone approached him. He always sat alone when eating and the others respected his space well enough. Most of them anyways.
He looked up to the man that had just approached and asked if the spot was free. Funny as it obviously was but today was⌠a particularly bad one. He could use the company and he didnât mind paying for it. âYeah,â he replied eyeing the man. He was definitely new. âYou look like you have seen better days,â Peter added. He tried to keep himself looking well enough, sometimes it meant travelling long distances to find a river where to clean up and others it meant shaving with his claws. Mighty uncomfortable if you ever ask him but it helped be well received by others. Especially when moody.
life was so much more ..basic now. it used to be all about money, reputation & influence, nowadays it was simpler, much more straight-forward. either you had what you needed or you didnât. if you didnât, you had to trade. damien went through half his possessions in the first two weeks, luckily, as after that - money & possession soon became worthless. getting this far from the city hadnât been cheap when everybody wanted to escape the death that big city population brought with it.Â
heâd been struggling with his weight since he spent a good few months on the road with lady danger, but food shortage had definitely cost him several pounds - if not a few too many. cheeks hollow, dark circles around weary eyes. heâd seen the end & fought his way back. something .. drew him back & kept him going, but he couldnât quite say what it was.Â
âgreat, canât ever be sure, can you?â damien offered the sweetest grin before flopping down on the seat next to the other. âfirst day back in camp. itâs not as much fun out there alone.â it really wasnât. sleep was a no, the dead could be coming at any time & without anybody else around falling asleep in any place that wasnât safe -- was death. âyouâre looking pretty handsome, though. like the world didnât go to shit. lucky me.âÂ