Do Me A Favor Baby, Don't Reply..., Quin <3 =]

[Jared Redding]

Well, I love you so much, but do me a favor baby and don't reply. 'Cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it. I'll never have to buy adjacent plots of earth. We'll never have to rot together underneath dirt. I'll never have to lose my baby in the crowd.

I should be laughing right now.......

Stalking laboriously wasn’t the norm for the type of creature Jared was. His movements that had assumed a natural feral fluidity had dissipated; been weighted by the emotions he had strapped to his back. His veins pulsed under his skin as his heart fluttered with it’s stupid anticipation of a future that would never evolve in the direction it wanted. Jared thought it funny that rational couldn’t combat the tiny pulsing of the only muscle that kept him tethered to this Earth. What’s even worse is Jared wasn’t so sure his heart danced it’s rhythm for him anymore. Quin had been there for him the day he entered the pack, and he’d listened so intently to Jared’s questions with a calmness and a conservative gaze that entrance, allure, and terrified Jared all at the same time. It was stupid feeling this way for his Alpha, and he knew it; but again, fighting his heart’s yearning was a lesson in futility. His concentration had been disrupted, thoughts of full moon runs together, and the casual embraces that were so weighted for him, and so hollow for Quin hurt pretty badly. That’s why Jared stalking through the forest like a wounded animal, because he was a wounded animal. Who could he talk to these problems about? His parents just didn’t understand Jared’s restrictions and rules, and no one else in the pack was close enough to him to not go running to Quin with the news. Jared had considered the ramifications of what would happen if Quin found out, The Alpha she-wolf wouldn’t be very happy, even if nothing happened physically between them. So then, what was he to do? Not tell anyone, and live out his days forcing an organic conversation that deviated so harshly from what wanted to spill out f his mouth? Jared was too young to be having these issues, and not being able to solve them only made it worse.

Dressed in casual attire, for him at least, Jared was wandering nowhere in particular. He knew he should’ve been watching the pups, but they were down for a while, napping with full stomachs. Jared missed the simplicity of being that young. When he would sleep in his parent’s camper while they drove to the next campground, lulled into a state of reverie by the soft purr of the engine and the gentle swaying of the vehicle. Dwelling on his past wasn’t going to make the preset or the future any less painful though, and Jared knew he needed to focus his energy elsewhere. He wasn’t in that bad of a mood, just a little emotional, which had really become the norm for him. He shuffled his feet purposely to stir the fallen leaves and watch as the corralled in shape designs, like autumn colored waves poised to crest and break at any moment and spill all over a poor, unsuspecting insect. Crest and break? Jared sure hoped that wasn’t the direction his fragile frame was headed in. He began to hum softly, as his ears perked and caught noise of various wildlife as it scurried about it’s business. He watched in quiet contemplation as a squirrel ate on a limb of a tree high above his head. He appreciated the animal now, it’s need to survive, and repopulate; but he couldn’t help feel sick for knowing that had it’s been a fully moon, the squirrel’s very existence is exactly what Jared would be trying to extinguish.

Finding a clearing was a nice surprise, and Jared took advantage of it. Plopping down next to an ancient oak and letting his weight fall back against it. It’s jagged bark gently scratching him through his jacket as he began to work on unzipping the guitar that he’d been carrying on his shoulder. Play for no audience? Jared liked it like that. It helped his relax, music and his parents always had. He plucked the pic from the chords that held it in place and began to strum. Instantly a melody fell from the instrument and spilled out among the surrounding area as his adept, nimble fingers skillfully suppressed certain strands at certain times. He wasn’t that good of a singer, but sometimes just feeling out a song, and swaying to it’s rhythm was enough, and that was what he intended on doing until his concern for the wellbeing of the pups overwhelmed him and he returned to the pack’s den.

HEY THERE Quin. I FINISHED THIS POST FOR YOU IN THE AMAZING TOTAL OF 744 WORDS. IT TAKES PLACE IN THE forest WHERE WE ARE RIGHT NOW. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING THIS STUNNING OUTFIT. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WITHOUT A TRACE?! OF AND THE GRAPHICS ARE FROM BABYCAKES OF CAUTION 2.0.

[Quintus Livianus]

(I suck, I'll make it pretty when I'm not tired. I'm sorry )

Objectively Quintus knew that the weather was cold by what he saw humans wearing. Coats and maybe hats, long pants. He was unlike humans in almost every way save that their bodies looked the same, but even that was superficial. Quintus walked without fear into the forest, naked, skin smooth and without any prickling of goose bumps. He idly rubbed at an arm that caught a patch of sunlight and it was warm, over-warm like he knew objectively that, were he human, it wouldn't have been.

There were slight breezes that tickled between his moving legs in a pleasant way, that stirred hair that had been dyed three days ago into some mismatched way that was mostly blonde. Agnes had told Quintus that he'd gone into one of his phases, where he had turned nearly into a pup again, bounding around and laughing, deciding out of the blue that he and Agnes would go to a human store. They had bought food that Quintus has never had - read: most anything from a human store - and hair dye, which Agnes has worked into his hair later in the day.

That day was blurry now to Quintus, some faded memory, just as a week before that day was nearly non-existent in his memories. The week before that was a blank slate and only by reading the extensive journals he kept was Quintus able to remember anything that had happened.

However, when it came to his pack, Quintus' mind was sharp and eager, never forgetting a scent, a face or a name. He could remember every conflict his pack had faced, could remember ever member who had come to join his pack, every one that had disappeared from his pack either to become a lone wolf or because a Cabal took them down. Every heartbreak and joy his pack had was tucked neatly away into Quintus' soul, into his heart. Many didn't know that Quintus was...poetic or could still think in such unframed terms, but those who did took comfort and joy in that fact.

There was, of course, the downside, which was that while Quintus took great pride and stern dedication to remembering his pack and everything to do with them, he tended to forget humanity, either that humans existed or that his younger wolves were still far more human than wolf. This of course distanced him from his wolves to a degree that sometimes Quintus felt keenly, but most of the time quietly and only absentmindedly mourned.

At the moment though, he was trying to remember what the sound he was hearing was. It...seemed to be a...music. Yes, music with...strings. Quintus had once loved music, had been taken away by it, but there was nothing new under the sun in the world and all music had come together to sound the same over the centuries. Muzzy, ghostly memories came back to him as Quintus made his way to the sound of the noise and he came to the conclusion that it was a guitar being played. When he gained the clearing Quintus saw that he had been right and that one of his very young wolves - still nearly a pup - was playing.

"Jared," he murmured and frowned, tilted his head. The near-pup was his omega, a dear wolf but one who would never be any use in a fight; but Quintus knew that fights were not the only duties of a wolf. "The pups...where are they?" There was no accusation in the tone not only because Quintus wasn't worried for the pups but because he hardly ever spoke to someone with anger or anything absent-minded affection. Quintus of course was utterly unaware of how Jared felt for him other than that the near-pup's heart sped when Quintus came around - as it was doing now. Every time Quintus told himself to remember to ask Agnes about it, he would forget. Perhaps this time he would remember.

Absently Quintus looked up to the sky and licked his lips, smiling just a bit, snuffling at the air. "This is their nap time. I see. You still...cling to this human...tradition. Music? Guitars?" Silently Quintus went over to Jared and sat down, reached up and put fingers through the man's hair, sighing with quiet pleasure at the connection this gave him to his subordinate. "Why do you still do this? Is it important?"

[Jared Redding]

Well, I love you so much, but do me a favor baby and don't reply. 'Cause I can dish it out, but I can't take it. I'll never have to buy adjacent plots of earth. We'll never have to rot together underneath dirt. I'll never have to lose my baby in the crowd.

I should be laughing right now.......

Jared swallowed thick, his hum now caught in the back of his throat, like it to be an itch he couldn’t scratch. The wind had brought Jared a scent that was all too familiar, the scent of woods and of man, slightly musky and all sweet. It was no use fighting, Jared was butter on a summer’s day when Quin was around. The dancing of Jared’s already fast beating heart quickened as the smell grew nearer in proximity, the hormones slipping off the other wolf sent Jared’s body into a frenzy like it always did. Poor Jared, so not smooth, tried to play aloof as the man approached, naked no-less, but was unsuccessful in stopping any of his body’s natural reflexes. He continued to try and focus his attention to playing, but it was hard for him to concentrate on anything as of now. His fingers, that had once been nimble and quick, were now cumbersome and burdened; and his playing slowed its pace to a more relaxed tune so that his digits could keep up. Lord, why was it always Quin who had to find him, when he was part of the reason he was out here in the first place. He didn’t want to get his throat ripped out by Agnes, but he couldn’t help what his body did. He just hoped that Quin was completely oblivious to how he reacted, and just wrote it off as platonic infatuation. When Quin spoke and asked about the pups Jared was thankful for the diversion from his body, distracted now by the wolf’s voice. It vibrated in his throat and always sounding like it carried the weight of authority and sultriness no matter how hard he tried to soften it, at least to Jared it did. His fingers kept playing, as if they weren’t being controlled by him, like they were being piloted by a phantom, as he looked to his Alpha. His eyes greedily drank in everything about Quin, every dip and curve of his body, every square inch of skin, every follicle of hair, is eyes were insatiable and violating, but they held the softness that Jared had come to expect when looking at his reflection. Maybe Quin could pretend that it was just a look of admiration, and not something so much more than that. “ Yea, they’re good, Quin; down for a nap. I wouldn’t have left them unless I was sure they’d be ok.” He gave a soft half-smile, blinking his eyes as he did so, to complete his sentence.

His gaze had returned fully to his guitar when Quin spoke of it, his language, so broken, almost Neanderthal in nature. Jared had forgotten how detached from humanity Quin had allowed himself to stray. The music that Jared, and many others that had heard him play, considered beautiful probably sounded foreign, maybe even ugly to Quin. The sad part was, for all his poetic prose Jared couldn’t begin to explain why music meant so much to him in ways that Quin would understand. He had a feeling it would get lost in translation, lost in feeling and emotions that were too complicated for the wolf to understand, but maybe Jared wasn’t giving Quinn enough credit. He hadn’t gotten the chance to answer the question before Quin had sat down, so close it sent chills up Jared’s spine, and pushed his fingers through the hair on top of Jared’s head. It was instinctual; the wolf side that Quin brought out in him, that made Jared nuzzle into the palm of his Alpha’s hand, taking comfort in the touch in a duplicitous manner. His eyes fluttered close, his long lashes locking his eyes shut as his mind erupted into a thousand chemical reactions that sent dopamine and serotonin through his body, giving him a high like no other. When he finally got his wits about him, and was strong enough to pull his face away from Quin’s skin he resumed his playing that had broken for his momentary reverie. “It is important to me. S’the only thing that makes me feel like I’m close to my parents.” He smiled thinking about them, and how they used to make him feel. They made him feel good, like Quin did now, and he played to get that rush again. “It makes me feel whole when I play, it makes everything that’s bothering me slip off my back, at least for a while.”

Giving another wry smirk Jared scooted a little closer to Quin, the fabric of his pants brushing up against his Alpha’s exposed skin. “Here….” His voice was soft, almost a whisper. “ He started strumming with his fingers a little quicker and the sounds crawled out again as he started singing. “ And I collapsed to the grass with the notes ringing in my head. Let the rain form a mouth and in a couple hours I'll be dead, but all the while my lips are whistling our tune ‘cause the beauty lies in how you will revive me soon. And in case you, and in case you, and in case you were wondering, you’re like a sunset to me. You're all kinds of beautiful as you end my day, and you sweetly retire, as the stars chase you away” the way Jared wielded the guitar, stroking it, coaxing little murmurs out of it, cradling it like it was his bed mate and together they were producing something beyond beauty. It was an intimate act, no doubt, Quin might be bewildered, maybe even feel like he was watching something he shouldn’t; seeing something so young, tender, and innocent as Jared, doing something so grown, so inappropriate. ”And in case you were wondering, you are like a hurricane to me. Your violence is beautiful and your scents are sweet. And in case you were wondering, you are everything to me; to me...” Jared smiled sweetly as his lips procured the last note of the song. He was by no means the next Seal or anything, but he could belt it out when he needed to, and he had, playing a song that was near to his heart. He looked at Quin with hopeful eyes, they were glassed on the surface with moisture mourning the passing of any relationship that could’ve been between his parents and him. “remember it now, kiddo?” his voice was shaky and distant, far from the beauty he’d just sang the song in despite the smile on his face. He hoped that Quin understood his emotional side, and how damn painful it was sometimes.

HEY THERE Quin. I FINISHED THIS POST FOR YOU IN THE AMAZING TOTAL OF 1097 WORDS. IT TAKES PLACE IN THE forest WHERE WE ARE RIGHT NOW. MY CHARACTER IS WEARING THIS STUNNING OUTFIT. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY WITHOUT A TRACE?! OF AND THE GRAPHICS ARE FROM BABYCAKES OF CAUTION 2.0.

[Quintus Livianus]

Quintus wasn't unaware of the tension that went through Jared's body at his approach, he simply didn't think it was anything important enough to pay attention to. Jared was still a new wolf, was very young and still too connected to humanity - which Quintus openly disapproved of but didn't push the issue on - to be comfortable. As Quintus sat down next to Jared he let his mind wander, slowly went through the various reasons why Jared would be acting this way. He was like Rylen and did not like that Quintus was naked. Or...perhaps it was...the term was lost on Quintus at the moment but it was the belief that being affectionate with another male somehow made both males involved interested only in mating with males. Quintus had tried to make Rylen explain such a thought and why mating with a male was frowned on, but the other wolf had never been able to explain it well.

But Jared seemed...less bothered by it for he nuzzled into Quintus' hand, which made Quintus give a little rumble of pleasure and approval. Even though he was an alpha the connection to the rest of the pack, the affection from them and the open acceptance and love meant a lot to Quintus. Jared was a good wolf, a sweet, weak thing beloved even if he felt the teeth and rage of other pack members more keenly. When Jared pulled back Quintus sat up and tilted his head at Jared, confused by the sudden tension, moved by the change of Jared's smell; it was the smell he caught on Agnes sometimes when she stalked him, or when he knew one of his wolves had been mating.

Curious.

Such things weren't really important however and Quintus puffed out a small breath, smiling faintly as Jared began speaking, explaining in terms too human. "They aren't your family anymore," Quintus said softly, a soft, patronizing smile on his lips, mixed with affection to soften the blow of his tone. "They're humans...and humans are weak, they're nothing when compared to us, Jared."

Just as Quintus openly disapproved of Jared being close to the humans who had birthed him and was quite open about his lack of concern when it came to sexual activities - and with who - he was also open about his polite derision of these creatures called 'humans'. Quintus had known many of them, millions, over his time alive, over the countless centuries and none of them had ever impacted him enough for him to remember them. They died quickly, mated even more quickly and did more to destroy peace, control and order than they did to help it. They hunted down the predators that made them afraid, trying to eradicate them and for that, Quintus could never respect them.

Jared didn't respond, only began to play his instrument again and began to sing. Quintus blinked at him, frowning a bit, confused as to why he would want to listen to this, but doing so politely nonetheless. He tiled his head as Jared continued, more in tune with the wolf's body and smell than he was to the song. The song was pleasant noise however, as was Jared's voice, but Quintus mostly ignored it, leaning in to sniff at the corner of Jared's eyes as he came to the end of his song.

"Kiddo?" Quintus said, utterly baffled by the slang term and licked at the corner of Jared's eyes, huffed. "What are you crying over? The song makes you sad...so what is the point of playing it?" With a sigh Quintus took the guitar from Jared, giving it a suspicious look and set it aside, turned away from it as though it didn't matter.

Then he crawled almost into Jared's lap and started licking at the side of his face, pressing his body close to the other wolf's. "Why are you crying?" Quintus whimpered. The music hadn't moved him, not really, but the reactions Jared had to the music made Quintus want to rip the guitar to shreds and burn the scraps to keep his little omega from crying over it all again. "Be calm, Jared. Your music is no good if it upsets you. Would you like me to destroy the instrument?"