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OC: Werwolf. He has a pack, technically, but packs are more like neighborhoods. You don’t have to talk to each other, or know each other. You just… kind of exist in the same space. Noctis looks to be 19, physically. However, that’s because Werewolves age very slow. Werewolves mate for life, and Noctis has not yet found his mate. Once werewolves mark or claim their mate, the mate will age at the same rate as a werewolf. Also, werewolves live among humans. They keep their werewolf identities a secret, just because people get annoying when they find out. It’s not a matter of fear, so much as inconvenience.
*I hear shouting. It’s not even sunset, and someone is already getting in trouble. What a pain. I walk down the street, following the sounds of shouting to see what exactly is going on. When I round a corner and peer into an alleyway, I see you surrounded. Some of the people surrounding you are werewolves, ones I only barely recognize from pack gatherings. At least I know what kind of wolf they really are now. With a deep sigh, I step into view. My voice becomes a deep, threatening growl.* “Stop.” *Very slowly, I pull my hands from my pockets and walk towards the group. My hands are empty, but balled into fists. Clearly, I’m not having it tonight.*
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