Dalton is not one to repeat himself. True to his word, he gives Rafael exactly one minute to plead his case, even counts the seconds on his watch. The runt made a mistake by wasting all his time because now Dalton has no hesitation moving forward. Fair is fair, after all. “I’ll go, I’ll go,” he mocks in a high pitched, whiny voice as soon Rafael’s minute is up. “Have you no pride? You’re not even going to fight for your right to live? I can’t even consider you a wolf with an attitude like that, let alone a man.You’re nothing but a sniveling coward chomping at weak prey.”
Now, Dalton’s not only angry at the situation the pup caused but also the way he’s going about handling it. He glares daggers at Rafael, even emits a small growl from the center of his chest. Dalton can’t help himself. With the full moon only days away he’s feeling more like his inner animal with each passing second. “Only bitches go after humans like that. For Godsakes, you could’ve killed the guy! What would you have done if you got arrested and turned in your jail cell? What would you do if you exposed every wolf in this city all for what? A cheap thrill?”
Each word he spits fuels his rage even more until Dalton feels his eyes begin to glow. With a roar, he tosses the metal interrogation table towards the wall with one hand, damaging them both. He’s huffing as he looks Rafael up and down. “I’ve heard about you. Everyone told me about the tough-guy shtick you put on. I’ve gotta say, I’m disappointed. Exile is too good for a fucking waste of space shithead like you. Why don’t I just put you down right here? Save the world some goddamn oxygen…”
Rafael scoffed. “I wouldn’t have killed him.” Though to be fair, Rafael knew he could if needed, but he could never actually hurt someone. Especially someone with a disadvantage. Someone that couldn’t take on a wolf. “Yeah, I’m sure you have heard from me. Heard from the people that don’t want me here. It’s fine. That’s fine.”
He tried not to let Dalton’s comment bother him, but he couldn’t. His mother and father always said the same thing. How they wished they had a better kid. How they’d actually rather have him be dead than ever admit to having a kid. But Rafael knew it wasn’t an excuse to act out. Though he still did it while having no thoughts or cares for the safety of his self or even any one else. Because no one cared about him so why should he care about anyone else?
He had only flinched slightly when Dalton yelled and threw the table at the wall. A slight nod followed his next words. “Okay.” He whispered, accepting his fate. As much as he wanted to tear up, he wouldn’t allow himself to do that. Not in front of someone else. “Can I just… May I have something to eat first? I mean prisoners get a meal before they get killed, right? Even if it’s just a cookie. It doesn’t even have to be chocolate chip. Just any cookie.”
Rafael felt lame giving up so easily. But having multiple people tell him he shouldn’t even be in the world, well, he should finally do something good and give them what they wanted. And there was no use fighting an Alpha’s decision. They weren’t known for changing their minds.
whEN U WANNA REPLY TO AN OPEN RP BUT UR TOO SHY„„„„
Don’t be too shy! Isn’t that what an open post is for?
Sometimes a person posts an open starter because they themselves are too shy to approach other people. If everyone is afraid to reach out then no one would ever roleplay! What do you have to lose, really, by responding?
open: m/f/nb plot: you’ve been on multiple blind dates this week and I’ve been your server for every one of them. Your friends must really think you need someone to be with.
“Hello again…” Dax said as he approached the table while setting water down in front of the one person who had been sitting at the table. His eyes went to the empty seat across from them, which he could only assume was another blind date they had been set up with. “Another blind date, hm?” He questioned with a tilt of his head and a raised eyebrow. “Have all the other ones been duds, or are the people setting you up just like to see you being tortured by this?” He joked with a playful smirk. “If it ends up going bad, just give me a signal and I’ll make something up to get you out of here,” he joked once more, giving the other a wink.
“Hey.” Rafael smiled softly. He had come to like Dax so far and honestly, why couldn’t his friends set him up with people that at least had a job. Or didn’t smell weird. The one from the other day was… questionable on what he did. “Yeah.” Laughing nervously, Rafael rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced at Dax. “At this point, it could be both. I’m voting on my friends just like seeing me be tortured. They all pretty much look hot, but none of them have much going for them, it seems.” Laughing again, he nodded. “I might take you up on that.”
When Dalton first came to this city, the wolves were in disarray. There was no order, no tradition, and certainly no pride within the community. Sure, his Appalachian upbringing might’ve given him some ideas that were just backwoods hick dreams with little place in the twenty-first century, but the old ways worked. Dalton established himself as the city’s one true Alpha soon after arriving and what started as a small band of believers in his ways has turned into a massive network operating under his orders. After months of working tirelessly, he’s managed to pull the werewolf community together once more but of course, at a cost. Other Alphas were still causing trouble in his territory by refusing to acknowledge him and the loners who’ve chosen to separate themselves from the pack will continuously be a source of unplanned friction. Still, Dalton made a vow that when he became the city’s Alpha that he’d do his best to look out for every wolf that lived in his territory, pack or not.
That promise plays over and over in his head while he does his best to keep his composure. Despite having a full plate and a new day’s worth of problems to solve, Dalton has found the time to come down to the police precinct. Wolf business is his business, and a rotten pup intentionally causing trouble so close to a full moon is mostcertainly his business. He’s heard plenty of stories about the kid’s antics before today yet placed dealing with him on a back burner. Loners were allowed to continue their lives in his city so long as they followed the new rules, a lesson that this one apparently still hasn’t learned. Dalton turns from the barred-off window of the interrogation room he’s waiting in when the door opens. After giving the runt a quick once over, he nods to his packmate so they can be left alone to have their little chat. “I want you to know that the only reason you aren’t being thrown in a jail cell is that you got lucky. Deputies have better things to do than babysit punks like you.” Clearly, he regards himself as a man who needs no introduction and despite never being acquainted with the younger wolf, Dalton’s perfectly comfortable lording the power of his status over him.
“Next time, it might not be one of my guys hauling your delinquent ass away—remember that. Take a seat, kid. I’ll give you one minute to explain why I shouldn’t just exile you from my territory right now.”
Rafael rolled his eyes. “Lucky? Then maybe they should do their fucking job and leave me alone.” He muttered. It wasn’t until the other male mentioned being exiled from his territory that had Rafael biting his lip and shrugging as if he didn’t care either way.
Sure, Raf could play the part of bad ass kid pretty well, but he didn’t realize exactly what would happen if he kept it up. However, he felt justified. He wasn’t going to change. He didn’t need to change.
“A minute? A minute is hardly enough time to explain anything. Let alone something like that. I mean a minute, really.” The younger male scoffed. Sure, he just wasted the time he could have used to explain why he shouldn’t be exiled, but if the older male thought that’s what should happen then maybe Rafael should just let it. He didn’t have a reason to be here anymore. Just that it was the only place he knew. The only place he felt comfortable in. “I don’t care.” He glanced up at the other quickly before looking away. “You want me gone, I’ll go.” A wave of sadness washed over him and Rafael tried shaking it off. “I’ll go.”
’ i’m so hard for you baby. ’
’ do you want me? how do you want me? ’
’ i don’t think you’re ready for this. ’
’ i don’t think you could handle this. ’
’ i’m so horny for you right now. ’
’ if you keep dressing like that, i won’t be able to contain myself. ’
’ i want to mark you as mine tonight. ’
’ come over here and give me a kiss. ’
’ do you feel me inside of you right now? ’
’ i want to feel you inside of me right now. ’
’ i want to hear you moan and scream my name. ’
’ do you feel that? ’
’ you ready for round two yet? ’
’ let’s go again. ’
’ i just want to make you moan. ’
’ i’m going to give you a kiss now. ’
’ can we cuddle afterwards? ’
’ i’m still hurting from last night. ’
’ come show me a good time then. ’
’ i’m more than ready for this, trust me. ’
’ think you can handle it? ’
’ strip for me. ’
’ want me to strip for you? ’
’ i’m just stripping for you slowly. ’
’ i’m just slowly going to take off my clothes now. ’
’ what? i’m just changing. ’
’ you can look but you can’t touch. ’
’ want to come feel me up? ’
’ i can do amazing things with these hands. ’
’ this mouth here can work wonders. ’
’ talk dirty to me while you fuck me. ’
’ aw, is that all you got? ’
’ harder, baby. ’
’ hmmm, yeah, harder baby. ’
’ oh yes! right there! that’s the spot! ’
’ don’t slow down, keep going. ’
’ i love the way you move your hips. ’
’ i love the way you taste. ’
’ you taste so good. ’
’ i want to taste you. ’
’ let’s go naked and talk about it. ’
’ i think you look wonderful naked. ’
’ want me to help you take your clothes off? ’
’ i will rip those clothes right off of you. ’
’ let me see what your working with. ’
’ i’m so wet right now. ’
’ you make me so wet. ’
’ come feel how wet i am right now. ’
’ you should feel how soaking wet i am. ’
’ only you make me that wet. ’
’ i’m so hard right now. ’
’ just your voice makes me get a hard on. ’
’ you should feel how hard i get for you. ’
’ i’m so hard it hurts. ’
’ it takes a lot to make me horny. ’
’ it doesn’t take much with you to make me horny. ’
“I am not even a fuckin’ teenager anymore and I have morning wood…Fuck me.” Jason loudly groans.
Rafael knew being with Jason was a bad idea. Not because of the man, but because with Rafael being twenty-two and Jason being… not. But at the same time, they weren’t even together, together. Raf just spent the night with him a few times a month for them both to relieve some stress. Snorting, the younger male opened his eyes and offered a soft smile towards Jason. “That can be arranged. I mean I much prefer bottoming, but I could try.” Rafael teased.
