Once Bitten [Werewolf RP On-site | Open]

Aeronwen

Kovaa

That certainly was not expected. The tall frame of himself tried to step back, and as they did, a considerably shorter form launched forward, hand gripping their shoulder with surprising strength, then shoving them into the snow. They let out a huff as the wind rushed from their lungs, the agonizing clip of their new fangs heard.

Kovaa looked around, slightly dazed, sights set on the grumpy one, who had fallen into the snow, it seeping into their collar. Kovaa was lucky, torn and worn, yet diligent it was when keeping the weather out. They blinked hard, turning to the one who saved them from getting body slammed

"Heh, Thanks. " They sighed, vox hiding a slightly shaky breath, air slowly returning. They laid their head back, humming lightly. As their air slowly returned, they heaved up,  stumbling up into a sit. They listened intently, choices, Kovaa hated when they had to make a choice. They wanted to leave, so their first instinct was to go to the town, but then they thought of Aerowen. She saved him. She glanced to her savior, and then to her less-then-desired acquaintance. " I'll cool it. they said simply, glaring at Adam. " If they do. " He growled, finally leaping to their feet, skinny frame sliding towards Aerowen. Their nostrils flared, slight bare of sharp canines glinting in the moon's rays. <

((Sorry it's short))

(I'm sorry I now realize that I sent the character sheets to the wrong thread.)
Name: Alder Meadows
Age: 23
Pronouns: He/Him
Human appearance: Olive skin, Amber eyes, and long deep brown hair that he normally keeps up in a ponytail. He has a long face with a soft squared jaw, as well as a strong roman nose.  He has a fresh scar that stretches across his lower left cheek bone to his upper lip.
Wolf appearance: brown and amber under coat with cream accents. Dark brown cape, face markings and ear tips
What caused you to be out in the snow: Ran Away from his hometown after he was bit.
Relationships: Pansexual. He loves all!!
Older twin brother to Rowan
Other:
Alder is a blinding ray of sunshine. He can't stand to see someone down. His want for world happiness has managed to get him in trouble more than once, but none of it has managed to kill him yet. Though, admittedly, some have come close. He loves his brother more than anything in this world and wants only the best for him. He will die before he lets anyone hurt him.

How He Was Turned: Alder stalked the snow laid woods in search of a surprise for his family. He had heard that a large buck was spotted nearby and he was determined to catch it. The tracks he had  managed to find led him deep into the wood. By the time he managed to spot the buck the day was bleeding into twilight. As he drew his bow he steadied his breath. His family would soon be fed for the foreseeable future. He let the arrow fly at the same moment a figure darted out of the opposite thicket. The arrow accidentally struck the beast as the beast's jaws fell true on the deer. Alder stared in horror as the beast, which he now realized was a gargantuan wolf, howled in anger. The wolf released the deer, this action giving the deer a chance to limp into the brush, and leaped at Alder. Alder leaped to the left, narrowly dodging the lunge. Alder frantically grabbed for the knife he kept strapped to his belt as the wolf reared back around snapping at him. It latched onto his arm. He screamed as it tore his flesh free. Jaws dripping with blood the wolf opened its mouth once more aiming for Alder's jugular. Alder finally managed to free his blade, and plunged it into the wolf's neck. It whimpered and lurched back. Gasping for air the creature began to crawl away. As it did so clumps of fur began to fall. Suddenly the wolf did not resemble a wolf at all. Then amongst the blood and snow laid a dead woman with Alder's knife in her throat. He approached the body as the reality of the situation dawned on him. He had been bit by a werewolf and he was a murderer. He took his knife and did the only thing he could think to do. run home.

Name: Rowan Meadows
Age: 23
Pronouns: He/Him
Human appearance: Olive skin, Amber eyes, and dark brown hair that is shaved at the sides and long at the top. A crooked roman nose sits at the center of his face. He has a host of piercings covering his ears. Currently seems to have a mostly healed black eye and yellowing bruised jaw.
Wolf appearance: He is human
What caused you to be out in the snow: Ran Away from his hometown after his brother was bit.
Relationships: Demisexual. He only really has room in his heart for anger, but you are welcome to try.
Younger Twin brother to Alder
Other:
Rowan has always been a pessimistic man. The glaring opposite to his bubbly elder brother. He had always managed to see the darker side of things. Life has and always will be riddled with misfortune. The recent play of events proves just that. He has his brother, that is all he cares about. Rowan will give him the life he deserves.

Backstory: Alder and Rowan left their home immediately after Alder being bit. The small settlement at the edge of the world was not much but it was the only place they knew. A tight knit human community devoted to keeping the horrors of the snowy waste far from their territory. Any perceived threat was immediately snuffed out, whether that be a bear, a wolf, or their neighbor. If danger was perceived it was exterminated. When Alder was bit he knew what he would be classified as, even by his own parents. He was, however, very poor at keeping secrets. This skill fell more in line with his brother. Rowan found out about his bite immediately. Rowan insisted that they leave that night. Alder pleaded with his brother, trying to convince Rowan that he would be fine on his own, but Rowan would not hear of it. They packed their bags and attempted to sneak out in the vale of the night. A time when they had assumed their parents to be asleep. They were not expecting; however, for their parents to be returning home from an emergency hunt. A wolf was spotted near. The same wolf that Alder had managed to escape from but not completely unscathed. Concerned and confused by their sons packed belongings and Alders clear unwell state they pressed. Alder, as aforementioned, is not a good liar. They pried the truth out of him even with Rowan's attempted diversions. Their response was far worse than either of the brothers could have expected. Their mother burst into hysterics, their father, enraged, threw an assortment of items that were on the kitchen table to the floor. The next events played out in a blur. Rowan was yelling at their father. Mother was shaking and mumbling to herself about how Alder yet again was bringing misfortune to their family. Then their Father threw a fist at Rowan knocking him back, mother was rushing toward Alder, her skinning knife in hand. Alder had managed to move back without sustaining anything life threatening; however, a long cut from the bottom of his cheek bone to the top of his lip formed. Rowan jumped forward, knocking into his mother. Their Father grabbed him by the shoulders. Pinning him against the floor. Rowan at some point grabbed his mother's knife, Alder tried to pull back his father. Rowan's knife found its home in their father's gut. Mother screamed. Father collapsed. The two ran.

Alder and Rowan:

Exhausted the two siblings continued their march to nowhere. The both of them had been on the road for at least two days now. Making sure to cover their tracks as they make their climb over yet another mountain. The supplies they had managed to steal from an old ice fishing shed were little and dwindling fast.
Alder's bite luckily had managed to remain uninfected. The first turning was difficult to handle. They hulled up in the shed for the whole night once the fever set in. Alder, rabid and restrained. Rowan ending up with a few extra bruises. Rowan knew that his brother wasn't himself. He had run into one or two other werewolves who had lost their humanity when on the hunt with his father to know that. Alder never had the heart for the hunt. Their parents had appointed Rowan the substitute.
Once Alder managed to regain enough of himself to shift back. They headed out into the blinding landscape. Most of the walking consisted of silence. Nothing to be heard but the whistling of wind and sweeping snow. Occasionally Alder would try and fill the empty expanse with jokes or light hearted conversation, but it would quickly die into the white noise of the snowy landscape. So the two just marched on, like bison migrating to better pastures.
Alder, the one leading the procession, held up his hand in a gesture for his brother to stop. He signaled over the hill. His eyes locked onto something below. Rowan gently crept to his elder brother's side. His eyes following his brothers he saw what had caught Alder's interest. A small cabin, lights out, no smoke rising from the chimney. They exchanged a glance. Alder nodded, then pushed down the slope toward the building.
When they came close to the front entrance Rowan split off heading to the back while Alder circled the other direction. Both peered into the windows as they passed. Eventually they both converged by the back door. They exchanged another look, then Rowan tried the door knob. The heavy scent of human and wolf hit Alder's nose as it opened. He set a hand on his brother's shoulder. The younger sibling stopped looking back. Alder stepped back and started an assent up the opposite side of the hill they had descended. Rowan followed, A sigh of disappointment leaving his lips. Shutting the door back behind him he followed his brother. They both once more entered the woods.
They walked for a ways before they heard voices. Rowan quickly fell into a crouch, his brother shortly following. Creeping closer they peered through the thick brush into the clearing. A crowd of people stood at its center. Four people stood before them, but Alder could faintly smell two more a little ways off. The twins watched unmoving. Not waiting to give away their presence to the group of strangers.