Coffee-Tastic Posted March 29, 2016 Share Posted March 29, 2016 Name: Wess Harbor Age: 20 Height and Body Type: 6ft 4in, Wess has a fit, athletic body type. He always needs to stay in shape in order to stay alive and sneaky as a raider. Race: Werewolf Position Type: Alpha Eyes: Light Brown Hair: Peach (but can be considered as a redhead) Appearance: He keeps it simple, normally wearing the same kind of clothes from day to day, closing the light weighted clothes to better suit his occupation. In colder weather, he wears his lucky jacket, which is a soft, brown fabric with a fur lined hood. As a wolf, his fur becomes that rare shade of peachy red, making him a quite the sight. He has pride in his unique hair color, which he had only seen apart from himself only, from his deceased father and mother. Personality: Snappy and unrelenting, Wess doesn't care about what others think of his image of other people, but thankfully so far it's been nothing but respect. He likes to be alone and his voice also has a collective, yet introvert vibe to it. When angered or annoyed, its very clear to say in the least. He hates not getting what he wants and does go to extreme lengths to ensure he has the subject of his desire. He's very picky and though he is happy to supply his pack a number of omegas, he refuses to mate with anyone that doesn't deserve to pass on his genes. Bio: Born and raised in the Harbor pack, the group of raiders, he's always been in the setting of being on the bad side. During a clan fight, his mother and father perished. He didn't have time to be devastated and after retreating and settling back down, he had been made the leader. Wess showed how his skills and leadership were advancing quickly and to everyone in the loyal pack, they believed he would be the best to lead from now on. With the shortage of fertile omegas and their population not getting any larger, its been decided that their next target should fix that problem. Taking charge of the plots and plans of the raid, its been decided. He secretly hopes to find a suitable omega to his liking, himself already well being over the age of being able to father children. Likes: Lounging on a hammock, having others do things for him, being successful, apples and any foods with apples in it, starry nights and colorful birds Dislikes: The word "no" used against him, disappointment, women with power, dry foods and getting wet. He especially hates deep water and can't swim well. Extras: -Wess was appointed leader immediately after the death of his parents, which was when he was 18 years old. He did originally feel he should be the leader yet at the time, but now doesn't regret it. - He has a hard time control his shifting ability when he's under stress, but any other time, has perfect stability -His mother was going to be having another child, but was killed before giving birth. Wess wants to name his children the names that she wanted to possibly name the baby. For a raid that would pretty much handle all of his pack's sexual frustrations for a long time, he couldn't care any less about the common male struggle of not having a heated omega to hold at night. Reproduction never was the top priority on his mind, not when his parents just died recently and he was placed in a position of leadership. He never cared to think about his genes because they're always be a time for that, though the decline of population even had startled Wess. It felt unheard of to have an issue like that until he remembered how brutal life could be when packs and clans were constantly at each other's throats. And for what? To him, the only thing it's done was break apart families and make omegas at the top of the market. The scare of possibly not having a perfect carrier himself had him rethinking on and off that maybe he should do something about it. Half of him thought why not, but then the other part of him said that things can't be rushed when it came to finding something perfect. A problem apart from that was how Wess didn't know what "perfect" would look like. He personally didn't ever see any beta or omega that made him want to get to bed with him, his nit-picky side of him not wanting something knowing that somewhere else in the world... it could be better. So at least he came to the consensus that he'd want to work with an omega, but he wouldn't be finding any omegas any time soon just by robbing the normal targets of trade. He knew that shipments of omegas existed. The hard part about it was finding out where. Such a precious thing, the sake of species and family lines, of course it was hard to find a route where omegas were taken through, it was also a challenge to find out when they took place... But at least other things in life were easier. Like waving money in front of very greedy, corrupt men. When Wess scored a letter with the details of a trade concerning a list of omegas. Their species, ages and their personalities. His pack rejoiced for their leader's accomplishment and the usual group of his top trusted men were eager to pack up gear and make their way closer to the line of route. The night he got the letter, which was just a copy of the original so no suspicion was raised, he kept reading over the list of omegas there. Nothing caught his interest really, not until he actually read the last, 12th recorded one there. The description was of a Snow Leopard, 20 years old and then the side note literally was: Good luck with this one. You'll see. He had to say, he wasn't expecting that. Good luck? How hard could it possibly be to break an omega? Looking at it again and trying to picture what kinds of trouble a cat could possibly get in. If they tried using force for all that time, it clearly wasn't working if that was the side note. Nobody wanted to have something complicated and stubborn, neither did Wess despite kind of also fitting in that description, but he'd be fibbing if he stated how he wasn't in the least bit curious as to how this omega really behaved. The author of the letter wrote how he had found it clever to cut through an unpopular dirt road and pretend to be one of those innocent travelers that were on their way to one of the higher clan for simple trading of common mushrooms, herbs, fruits and vegetables, and so on. What they were looking for would basically be something not out of the ordinary. He doubted that anyone would overlook this proposed setup. Even if himself, not knowing this information, saw this, he was sure he'd just watch it suspiciously before waiting until something more interesting came by. And if they had a heap of actual herbs and roots with them for show, it would also help mask an hint of something out of the ordinary. Werewolves had sharp noses, but as soon as one smell completely dominated over the others, it was almost impossible to catch anything else in it. Himself and a group of ten other strong, able men set themselves up five on each side of the road so that when it came by, they could come at both sides to hopefully overpower the overseers of this shipment. They waited there patiently and even though it was getting later than when the letter anticipated it to come around through, they still waited, Wess hoping that the wagon would just be fashionably late... He didn't show his slight worry because in the stern confidence he took, the others with him didn't fail to believe in his intuition. Loyal would be nothing short of what his pack-mates were. Besides being snappy at his underlings most of the time, he was also grateful. Loyalty was a rarer commodity than omegas in his eyes. Eventually it came and wow. They really did set up on making it look very innocent. He squinted at the size of the two-horse drawn wagon and thought, Twelve of them are in there? How cruel. Wess would have never guessed there were omegas in it, and just like he thought, the closer it gone, the more it smelled of herbs and other natural things to mask any possible scents. Tough ginger, cinnamon, lavender, mint... And with his eyes catching the next thing, sure enough, he could see some things there that could easily make the rest of the driver's "shipment" seem nothing unusual. With a hand gesture, he commanded his group to start their strike. The plan being... take as many omegas as you can carry safely and then disappear into the woods for the overseers to never see them again. Knives and heavy blunt objects were classic weapons to carry out for a raid, but being a well known species to be violent that they had the capabilities of, they didn't need weapons when they themselves were their own weapon. His small pack of men with pushed themselves into a half transformation state, becoming wolf-like in appearance but keeping their arms, five fingered hands and they also stood up on two legs. The full shift made a man a full animal, but these days, it wasn't necessary to go that far. One of his guys howled, signaling the ones on the other side to begin their jump. It wasn't hard to overpower their targets. Not at all. Their skin was tougher, they were stronger, they were faster... The only downside was that after big raids, his men would become sluggish and tired for the next few days. All that power strained the body too much, so it was always impossible to keep that seemingly indestructible force at large all the time. Because of that, Wess didn't follow into the shift like the others did. Being the leader, he couldn't afford a few days to rest in case of any dire emergencies. What Wess did instead was take out his hunting knife from the hitch case that latched onto the back of his belt straps. He came out and ran to the horses, who had stopped to kick and freak out from the sound of wolves, which also alarmed the three guys on the wagon, the ones who had promised to some higher force that these omega would be delivered safely. He could see the devastation on their faces. They knew they were totally screwed. Wess wouldn't argue with that. Priority one for himself was to cut those horses loose to ensure the wagon wasn't going anywhere at all. His father bad been the one to give him the trick for horse- drawn anything. The horses made things harder with their kicking and fleeing, it was always the best option to just let them go off free. Unless they were also after the horses, which they were not. The pack currently had three of them. Two of them were practically the pets of the pack and then the third one has yet to be broken after being captured just a few weeks ago, the animal constantly tied up away from everyone else for safety. Horses were a lot of work to take care of, so they weren't planning on getting any more. Anyways, they only needed the two of them since they only had one large pull wagon anyways. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Free Posted March 29, 2016 Share Posted March 29, 2016 Name: Mel Oliver Age: 20 Race: Snow Leopard Position Type: Omega Eyes: Silver/Grey Hair: White Appearance: Mel usually wears a simple black or white tunic with a jacket as well as black trousers and matching boots. He has a long white and black spotted snow leopards tail and ears in his human form. His fur is the same pure snowy white color in his leopard form as it is in his human form. He stands at around 5'9, with a lean, slim figure, easy for him to sneak around and move rather gracefully. His eyes are a sharp silvery grey color, which stand out even more framed with dark lashes and his pale skin and hair. Personality: Mel can be very hard-headed at times, he does not like following or taking orders. Most people would say he's the most unsubmissive omega they'd ever seen. He can be incredibly stubborn and prideful at times, hating to admit defeat or when he's wrong. He also is an incredible tease, he can be quite the pest when he really wants to be, making it kind of like a game to see how far he can annoy someone. Mel is also extremely loyal to his friends. Protective over the few people he truly cares about and would go to any lengths to keep them safe and happy. He tends to ignore his own problems and focus on others. Bio: Mel never really knew his parents very well, like most nowadays, mating is not something really cherished, just a means to gain more people and grow in size for clans and tribes. For that reason, Mel has prolonged not taking a mate, although having quite a few offers, he despises the idea of becoming a breeder for an alpha or beta. He has never neared any offspring, though he has been in heat more than once, he refuses to acknowledge any alphas or betas wanting to take him as their mate. Mel has managed to stay out of the hands of raiders for a long time now, and he knew his luck would run out, but he never thought it would happen so soon. Likes: •Night time •The moon & stars •Sweets •Cats •Lazing around/sleeping •Getting scratched behind the ears/tail •Music •Art Dislikes: •Mornings •Waking up early •Water/getting wet •Bugs •Tail getting pulled •Alphas •Being bossed around •Rules in general •Dogs Extra: •Mel loves to draw/sketch, in fact keeps a small, leather bound journal with him at all times. It's one of his most prized possessions and doesn't let anyone else touch it but him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mel had fought fiercely, desperately trying to evade capture from a raiding party of a dozen or so of them, all different in race too, which was a bit strange considering the war going on between them. It was almost laughable to Mel. Who knew a skirmish over the shortages of omegas, the reason that got them into this mess in the first place, actually brought some of them together. Mel couldn't help but sneer in disdain at the thought. Alphas were despicable, and betas were getting almost as bad as them, but not quite. How many more people had to die or get hurt for this all to end? Mel was one of the few omega's who weren't pathetically submissive pets that an alpha just had to look at and they'd be rolling over for them. Mel had been on his own for awhile, on his way to a legendary clan consisting of just omegas that were trying to combat the abuse and mistreatment of other omegas. That was the perfect clan for Mel, but he had fallen ill before he had even reached the halfway point. Luckily for him he had collapsed in a village of friendly big cats. He was very lucky indeed. Lucky they were hostile, lucky that they were cats, lucky they weren't raiders. They had taken him in and nursed him back to health. Until they were attacked by raiders. So much for lucky. Mel hadn't been at his best then either, though he fought like an alpha would. When he was younger, the people of his old clan use to tell him that he was an omega with an alphas soul. He didn't know if he believed that, but he sure wasn't like any normal omega. They were shoved into two caravans, packed so tightly together Mel wondered why they even bothered tying them up, he couldn't even move an inch much less escape... Until the raiders were ambushed. Mel couldn't help but bark out a small laugh. Raiders being raided! Oh the irony! One of the guards in the caravan with them sent him a sharp glare and Mel only smirked widely and tilted his chin up, spotted ears flicking atop his head. "Are you going to just sit there and glare at me? Because I'm pretty sure your men are getting slaughtered out there, best if you go help them, eh?" He said innocently, but he couldn't hide the hint of smugness. Even despite his situation, it was rather funny to the snow leopard, how easily raiders turned on each other just for a few breeders... Only Mel wasn't going to become one of their whores. "Shut up omega" the raider snarled at him, finally standing up as much as he could and struggling to get out with the other guards in Mel's caravan. Mel watched them carefully until they disappeared behind the flap of the caravan and he then jumped into action. His claws slipped out of his nails, lifting a couple fingers and started to saw away at the rope around his wrists until it snapped and broke away. He did the same to his ankles that were bound. He grinned triumphantly, moving as much as he could so he could start untying the other poor omegas that had been captured. Once he had released three of them he instructed them to help the rest before he began to climb out his caravan to see what exactly was going on. Not to mention he was ready to draw some alpha and raider blood alike. He jumped out of the back and and snuck around the caravan only to come face to face with an unfamiliar alpha and smirked at the towering male. "What's the matter alpha? Cat got your tongue?" Mel teased, his smirk widening into a wicked grin as his claws flashed and the werewolf on his hind legs roared with rage at the omegas taunting and lunged for the snow leopard. Although Mel lacked strength, he was incredibly agile, light on his feet and... graceful. There was something beautiful about his fighting, ruthless, but controlled and precise... Deadly... It was like he was dancing. His claws were quick, darting out and dragging along the wolves face and he howled in pain as Mel got what he was aiming for, his eye. He raked a crossed it, twirling out of the way before the wolf could claw him with his massive paws and razor sharp claws of his own. "You missed" Mel hissed, his eyes dancing with fire as his lips continued to stay curled up in the corners. His tail flicked out and smacked the alpha in the face. It wasn't suppose to hurt, mostly just stun him and throw the man off guard before the leopard went for the throat and slice his claws across the skin and watched as he went down. He let out a small "tsk," shaking his head as he began cleaning off his claws. "Alphas never learn" he muttered with an eye roll as he turned. He wanted more, he wanted to kill every single alpha, raider, anyone who caused him and his friends pain. He wanted to make them all pay. He wouldn't go down without a fight. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coffee-Tastic Posted March 29, 2016 Author Share Posted March 29, 2016 Wess had to hit the backside of one of the horses to get them going off, but looking behind him and seeing the transport overseers being dealt with, them trying to fight back with their own blades. Those guys weren't a problem, getting every single one of those omega back to home camp was. And what was the first thing he saw when looking at the other side of the caravan? One of his guys on the ground with half of his face bleeding from claw marks, then his eye scratched over and the blood at his neck from scratch. A scratch was the last thing he expected from these guys and at least after looking up at the person who had done it, he knew that wasn't any of those guys. The description of white hair and being a snow leopard stood out, clicking in his head almost instantly. Good luck. Yeah, I'll need it. He gripped the knife and approached, but not before hearing the growls of the other wolves. Priority two for Wess was to keep his members focused on the goal, keep them controlled. Just because someone fell doesn't mean anything has changed. The red head snapped at the ones that were directing their rage fueled eyes at the omega, "What did I say before?! I wanted all twelve to come back safely, I still mean that!" he aimed his knife towards one of them, glaring, "The original plan was and still is that. So what are you waiting for? GO!" It might sound like he was desperate for those omegas to be caught, but in his head this was no different from any other heist. What he wanted was the success. He promised 12 omegas would be coming back. The sharpness of his voice being so different from his normal tone got his packmates to cooperate. They started going to the back where they'd grab what they could. Safely like he instructed. And now there was the feline that he left himself to deal with. He kept his knife out in a defense stance, lowering his head slightly while stepping up to that omega, "Mel isn't is?" He thought a lot about this omega, of course he'd remember the name on the paper. He wasn't looking to fight, though if he wasn't trying to get all 12 of them, then he'd have a less mannerly way of dealing with the leopard that just downed one of his guys, "Way to go with the whole fight now and ask questions later typedeal... We don't want to hurt any of the lot of you at all. If you cooperate, we won't even gotta make this a big scene." There was no way to try to convince the omega that this pack of werewolves weren't stealing them for the purpose of procreation, but he could at least be civil about it for now and have this end up a lot better than it already has. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Free Posted March 29, 2016 Share Posted March 29, 2016 Mel turned as he heard someone approach, smirking as he saw angry alphas coming towards him. He feigned an innocent look, staring down at his still bloodstained claws. "Oh... I didn't mean to kill him... My claws just accidentally... Slipped" he said in low voice, his wicked smirk back on his face and he watched as the alpha's eyes light with anger and rage at his taunting. They were so easy to rile up those brutes. He ignored the wolves low growls, knowing they'd probably just love to tear into his flesh for doing that to their friend. Too bad their apparent leader told them to leave. He heard them curse them and snarl, not wanting Mel to get away from them, but knowing they had to obey their leader. "Go run away now mutts!" He laughed, still grinning wildly, head tilting to the side slightly. He watched as they retreated while their leader came towards him, eyes raising to meet the alphas still with that infuriating cocky look on the omegas face despite his situation. "Go fuck yourself alpha!" Mel spat back with a sneer. "I'm not going anywhere with you" he growled. His claws flashed slightly as he watched the knife in the alphas hand. His head cocked to the side again and glared. "How the hell do you even know my name?" He asked, eyes glinting as he continued to watch the alpha nearing him. "I'm not going to go with you unless I'm dead, though I'd much prefer if you'd die instead" he told him rather calmly, smiling slow as he gazed over at him levelly. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coffee-Tastic Posted March 29, 2016 Author Share Posted March 29, 2016 This kind of behavior was unheard of to him. Even while his other omegas were going to be taken and he could still be easily surrounded by werewolves with no chance of running loose, the snow leopard acted as if he had some sort of upper hand. It infuriated him. Why can't he just give up and make things easier for everyone, including himself? Wess remained calm even with the frustration being at large, ignoring the omega's attempt on starting some kind of fight with him. He wasn't going to fight, physically or verbally, "My name is Wess Harbor," he went on with a proper introduction, "I got my hands on a copy of some information. On it was a list of the omegas, you on it included," Wess gave a small smirk, "Even if they had no physical description of you, Mel, I'm sure I still would have guessed you were the one with an added note wishing the buyer luck. I figured that this was the reason. Its more fulfilling to see it with my own eyes though." Wess didn't like speaking all too much, but he found himself extra talkative in this situation. All he wanted to do was calm down the omega, who was riled and cocky. "You're not in a good situation though. I thought you might be more logical. We want peace, but you don't want it," he took some steps closer, but he himself didn't want to get too close yet. Honestly, this would be the first time dealing with someone like this. This feline had already separated himself away from any imaginative thought he'd make up of an omega. He hated it, but he liked it... Wess truly did want to see how this would play out. "I bet you didn't even know where you were going. For me to still allow you to come with us out of free will, you'd be a lot happier to know we stopped this. I say happier, because I know you'd still would rather have all alphas dead. But still. You'd be a little thankful. A little." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Free Posted March 29, 2016 Share Posted March 29, 2016 Mel's ears perked up, smirking widely again when he heard the alpha. "I don't care who you are" he muttered with an eye roll. "But it's interesting, the little note they left..." He murmured, eyes glinting mischievously as he eyed the alpha. "Honestly, I'm quite flattered" he said with another flash of that wild grin of his. So the bastards that had captured him had a hard time containing him? Good, he had put up quite the fight, more than anyone else in the tribe that had been taken. "You know the same man who most likely wrote that note, I clawed out one of his eyes too" he told the leader, tilting his chin up and staring straight into the alphas eyes, his own blazing with defiance. "Kind of like this poor bastard of yours" he murmured, motioning to the limp body of the alpha he had taken down. He brushed snowy white hair out of his silver eyes as he gazed at the leader. "I'm glad you got to see me kill one of your men, would you like me to display my skills more?" He asked in a fake and sickeningly sweet voice with a smirk curling on his lips. "I'd be more than happy to." Mel prowled a bit closer to the alpha, looking him up and down as if sizing him up. "Logical!" He barked out a laugh, sneering. "Allow? Thankful? You alphas really are fucked up in the head around" he shook his head as he glared at the leader. "Why would I be thankful to a bunch of alphas who are just here to kidnap omegas from my clan to use them as breeders, fucktoys? Use them however the hell you want! You want me to go with you willingly when I know that's what my fate would be? Your crazy Wess Harbor" he hissed out, his tail lashing behind him, his whole body was rippling and tending to pounce. "One thing you'll learn very quickly, I won't be anyone's toy" he told him in a deadly calm voice as his eyes locked with the others. "And I'm not going with you willingly, I'll fight with every fiber of my being, and in the end you'll wish you'd never met me Wess Harbor" he finished with another smile forming on his lips, eyes glittering. He slowly moved backwards, letting his instincts take control and he let himself shift into his snow leopard form. There would be no 'peaceful' way to end this, it would end in a fight... Whether Mel won or the alpha did, the omega would fight with everything he got. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Coffee-Tastic Posted March 31, 2016 Author Share Posted March 31, 2016 Mel was an omega. Was he expecting to end up anywhere and not be expected to help with the population crisis? He was foolish, knocked up on false hope of living in peace. This land was filled with clan wars for a long time, and even if that wasn't the problem, having not enough babies in species was the next one. Fighting for the rest of his life... Was that what he was thinking he could do? No matter how much spirit and determination to tell everyone to fuck off, that can't last forever. Wess could admire him however. He wished he could have remained that arrogant to the harshness of life for a few more years of his childhood. His father made sure his son knew how the world worked. He wished that he was able to tell Mel he was an idiot and he'd have a fun time enjoying seeing the devastation on his face when he realizes that there is nothing for him to do about this. He was an omega. The harder he fought, the more people wanted to see him break. And if he has the world against him, the world will always win in the end. Despite the idiotic mindset of the leopard, he could admire him still. In the physical sense of course. He was a gorgeous thing. Light hair, silver eyes. That was a rarity, he could tell. Mel had darkened, long lashes that made the ferocity and color of his eyes so noticeable. The omega was clearly in shape too, nice and thin. For A picky young man like himself to think of Mel in a way, Wess felt like this one might be a candidate for breeding. The only thing he'd like to change is that crazy attitude problem he had. He still had a plan for that. The plan would be utterly useless if he got hurt or had his neck ripped open like the werewolf on the floor, so when Mel shifted into a snow leopard, his guard was raised stupendously. "You being so interesting, I don't know if I can say if I'd regret meeting you no matter what, honestly. There's plenty of things I can admire about you, even more so if you actually were able to injure me badly," he chuckled, "I'd say that I would admire you in death as well, but I apologize. I don't think I'm ready to die yet." Wess wasn't sure if he would be able to match the skills of a leopard. If he fully changed form as well, he'd be larger and stronger, but he wouldn't be as fast. He wasn't looking to cause direct harm to Mel either. The keyword in that was not causing DIRECT harm to him. The pack leader put two fingers in his mouth and whistled to give attention to his group members, "Restrain the cat!" Wess was no coward, even in doing so, three of his werewolves rearing from the back of the caravan to help their leader, growling at the leopard and charging at the large cat without needing an extra order. Their leader was strong, an intense fighter that enjoyed spilling blood when he needed to, but he wasn't going to get his hands dirty when he was going to be the one who doesn't lay a hand on the omega. No violence. Seize and restraint only. For that omega, violence and force clearly didn't do anything but keep Mel on edge 24/7. He'll see what happens when the cat is the one to lower that guard on his own, leaving himself wide open and vulnerable. Wess tossed his knife up and caught in his hand again before putting it back in the strap behind his back. Flashing a smile at Mel, he turned on his heel and ran, going to loop around, expecting the leopard to chase him, but not being worried of it. With all of these herbs and roots he smelled, he wondered something... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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