What if... (Mason)

[Carter Ethan Murphy]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/EweqIY5.png] warning for mature language and mature themes text | speech Mason was everywhere, even if no one knew. He explored this town inside and out, and ever since meeting a couple people and investigating the town pack - Orion, was it? Such a strange pack to him - one that allowed strays to roam around free. Well, while they were too busy dealing with their own problems, why not allow the strays to cause a little mischief? Mason wasn't up to completely no good, however. He had found someone that smelled like a majority of the town, and he figured that smell was Orion, so he followed it in hopes of a little bit of entertainment for the day. What he didn't expect to come across, though, was a delta not quite able to take care of his own pack. In the shadows Mason lingered, watching this pathetic excuse for a leader. Passive aggressive leaders had never quite tickles Mason's fancy, and that was quite obvious. When he listened to the boy shout and hear his voice crack, Mason finally laughed. Up until that point, he had been silent as the shadows that engulfed him. But he finally willingly revealed himself as he stepped from the shadows, rolling his eyes at the children who played on the frozen lake and didn't mind the boys - albeit not very threatening - warnings. Such a naive leader, or one not quite ready to lead so young. As a man meant to be king, Mason moved towards the boy and laughed again. His hands were hidden in the pockets of his leather jackets, and for once, his body was relaxed. "Do you need help in reining in some pups, kid?" Kid was appropriate - Mason was no doubt much older than this wolf and he definitely had the leading skills to prove it. He couldn't quite help that he looked a little more intimidating than his new companion beside him, even though Mason was only a few inches taller than the delta by his side. Maybe it was the scowl that was carved into his face from years and years of unhappiness. Or maybe it was the scars that still graced his face faintly, or the way his muscles pressed against his clothing in a menacing way. But here, he was smiling with pearly whites, and maybe his smile didn't invoke a safe feeling, but he tried. "Do you mind?" He questioned, taking a single hand out his pocket and gesturing towards the fools dancing out on the frozen lake. "I'm pretty sure I could get them off that ice pretty fast." He didn't really wait for any approval, and at that moment stepped a bit in front of the younger one and, after putting his hand back in his pocket, put on the meanest face he could. "Hey!" he yelled in a voice as loud and threatening as he could muster, which was pretty damn loud and threatening. "I'm pretty sure he just told you something and I'm pretty sure you should fucking listen! But hey," he laughed loudly and mockingly. "If you don't want to listen, I can always chase you off the ice, and we'll see if the ice doesn't break then." He growled and flashed his teeth to the kids playing on the ice, his green eyes glowing brighter and brighter, as if he were about to change. table by sophia

[Carter Ethan Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; border-top: #3a2a1a 8px solid; border-bottom: #3a2a1a 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/Sage/wood-bakground_zps49817a5f.png);] [atrb=width,400] made it this far Carter gestured with his hands desperately as he tried to urge the kids off the ice. "Please just... shut- I mean, be quiet. Please!" Even with the anger rising to his face, he was still such a gentleman at heart; he always brought flowers on the first date, shook hands when he met someone, and made eye contact. He had please and thank you practically burned into his vocal cords. A real polite soul. But that just didn't fly when you were a delta. Not usually anyway. Maybe during diplomatic discussions Carter could show off a bit, as for ordering people around... eh? Now the kids were not only still playing on the ice, but they called out playful jests towards Carter; they wanted him on the ice too. The delta quickly shook his head no and stammered out a response. "Are you kidding me? Just... we'll go do something else. Away from the lake!" His orders were not orders. They were suggestions and little more than that. Then... a laugh. Carter wheeled around, looking the picture of stressed, until his eyes fell on an approaching loner. The young man's ears grew slightly red with embarrassment. Not only was he doing a horrible job at controlling the kids, but a stranger had watched him fail. He was too absorbed with being a delta (or trying) to even notice Mason's scent. That alone was humiliating. But of course the loner had to make things worse by calling him names. "I'm n-not..." Carter swallowed and steeled his expression. "I'm not a kid, sir." He believed everyone deserved the title of sir, ma'am, or miss until they proved to him that they should receive no such respect. Though calling his a kid was definitely bordering the line. "And I don't need-" Mason had already moved forward and started dealing of threats. Carter quietly stamped little flat spots in the snow as he watched, utterly dumbstruck. His position was seemingly stripped away... by a stray even! Amongst his disbelief and shame burned a silent anger. His mouth tightened and a growl started up in his throat. This was... his job. But as the kids scrambled off the ice and over to Carter, he felt little more than a failed babysitter. It both saddened and infuriated him, so much so that his eyes were hazel when he turned to the kids cowering behind him. Ooh hazel, what a scary color. Considering his eyes were naturally green, the kids should have thought it scary. "Go to the packhouse... naow." One of the kids blinked up at the young delta, as if confused with the order, and caused Carter to step forward with another growl. "Now! You're washing dishes." The kids finally got the hint and ran back into the tree line. Maybe Mason interrupting had made a good impact after all. Not that Carter had calmed down by any means. Nope, still furious! "I didn't need your fu- ... help. I didn't need it." His words held a gruff undertone rather uncommon for the young male's voice, but he still refused to let go with a string of curses. Carter did use curse words occasionally, but he never favored them. He thought they felt too barbaric coming from him. tag: Mason word count: 543 outfit: link notes: none

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[Mason Smith]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/EweqIY5.png] warning for mature language and mature themes text | speech Mason's laugh was grating on the nerves. He didn't do it much, and when he did, it was generally mocking, even if he wasn't trying to make it that way. "Not a kid, huh? If you say so." Everyone was a kid to Mason - the man had lived practically a century and was still in top form. But he wouldn't admit that - no he'd rather come off as an asshole than admit his age or any of his past. Watching all the pack members scatter was amusing. He managed to smile at that, watching as one straggler worked his way back to his new found companion only to be yelled at to go back to the 'pack house'. Packs had houses now? He quirked a brow but didn't question. In his day everyone met in the middle of a clearing in a forest, or where ever the alpha decided. Didn't matter the weather of whether or not you wanted to come. You followed your alpha whether you wanted to or not. My, things had changed in the time he'd secluded himself from werewolf culture. His thoughts were broken by the frustration of this boy, so annoyed at the fact that Mason had taken the initiative. Of course, the big over grown stray didn't care. No skin off his back. But he was being assured that his help wasn't needed, and that was a little funny. "Didn't need my help? What were you going to do? Continue to let your squeaky voice try to boss around a bunch of juvenile pups? Please." He rolled his eyes and looked at the boy, his green eyes returning to their natural brightness. Much like Carter, Mason's eyes weren't too threatening, but luckily the rest of him was. "You need backbone. Please and thank you aren't going to get you many places. When you're throwing around orders you don't say please. You make threats so people can take you seriously." He gestured with his hands still in his pockets, making his jacket open slightly. He shrugged and looked at the boy, his threatening smile still lingering on his lips. table by sophia

[Carter Ethan Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; border-top: #3a2a1a 8px solid; border-bottom: #3a2a1a 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/Sage/wood-bakground_zps49817a5f.png);] [atrb=width,400] made it this far A laugh like Mason's was not helping Carter's situation. If anything else, it made a new round of self-doubting questions fire off in the young male's head. No one in the pack ever laughed at him like that. Sometimes they shot him sympathetic glances when he failed (which was pretty bad too), but they never laughed at him or treated him like a five year old. A five year old. The very thought made Carter growl. It was either growl or whimper, and Carter didn't want to look like more of a wimp if he could help it. "I do say so." He jerked his chin up, trying to look far more confident than his mind would allow. Carter braced his posture and even let out a low snarl. If it wasn't the full moon, chances were not a single growl would have passed those lips, but not even the moon cycle could make a better leader out of Carter. There was probably one value Carter embraced that actually made him a good delta; his consideration for others. He stood there, fuming, while the children ran out of his sight. Carter wouldn't start a fight with them watching... he didn't think they needed to see him lose his cool. So he listened. He fucking listened to all of Mason's insults with his mouth clamped shut and teeth clenched, but once he thought the kids were well out of range he finally spoke. "You've got a lot of nerve, stray." He showed his teeth then continued to growl out words. "A lot of nerve trying to tell a pack wolf like myself what to do." Funny thing though, he was actually listening to what Mason was saying: he hadn't said please or thank you, and what he was saying could be considered a threat. So.. thanks Mason? tag: Mason word count: 306 outfit: link notes: none

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[Mason Smith]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/EweqIY5.png] warning for mature language and mature themes text | speech Mason's eyes went back and forth between Carter and the children Mason had chased off as they ran further in further into the distance. It was amusing to stir up some trouble, and Mason needed a little fun. Moping about and grumbling about his past wasn't exactly his ideal life style. But, as the kids faded over the horizon to their 'pack house' or whatever the boy had called it earlier, Mason could feel the heat coming off Carter in all his anger. It was amusing, and Mason smiled as Carter's anger flamed on. "Stray?" Mason laughed musically. "How do you know I'm a stray? You don't know anything about me - maybe I've got a whole army of wolves behind my back in another town." He shrugged and then laughed at that. Wow, Mason couldn't even convince himself that he had people supporting him. Mason couldn't make a single friend without chasing them off, couldn't keep his beloved sister alive and was so lost in himself he couldn't bother to take care of his mother in her time of need. Like anyone would willingly clap him on the shoulder and take his side in battle when he practically killed his own family and sent his own pack to their suicides. "But it looks like you're getting the hang of it." Mason quirked one brow and continued to smile at Carter as if he were a little child learning to walk for the first time. But Mason wasn't that degrading. Although, he did tend to act such ways around males - prove he was better and get all the dames to cling to him in hopes of them winning his love. It was ridiculous since Mason didn't seem to have any room for love, but it was instinctual. To be the best of the best and have any female at your disposal. "Keep in mind, being a pack wolf doesn't make you a strong one." Mason found himself stronger without anyone to hold him back. You're only as strong as your weakest link, and Mason didn't have one. But, it'd be nice if Carter didn't get so mad over Mason simply trying to help. It'd also be nice if Carter kept in mind the full moon was soon and that made Mason pretty grumpy too, and all the more powerful and wild. table by sophia

[Carter Ethan Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; border-top: #3a2a1a 8px solid; border-bottom: #3a2a1a 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/Sage/wood-bakground_zps49817a5f.png);] [atrb=width,400] made it this far Carter wasn't scared by Mason's threat. He folded his arms over his chest and drew his eyebrows down, casting shadows over his otherwise light eyes. It was difficult for Carter to look intimidating; his face was soft, gentle, and overall pleasant. Even now, with his eyes narrowed and lips turned down in a scowl, he wasn't exactly... threatening. He was obviously mad, but Carter just was not a scary looking guy. Though at least he was smart enough to see the flaws in Mason's threat... before he laughed it off. "In another town." He took a step forward, though with his arms folded he wasn't physically making any suggestions of a fight. "Well, my army of wolves is in this town and all I have to do is howl, yeah? Just howl and they'll be on you like flies on mold and all I have to do is howl and damn it I'm a delta! Not a stupid kid!" His words were getting repetitive and rambling. Carter paused to gasp for breath and gather his thoughts. But his thoughts were hardly sensible anymore. Rather, they were agitated and somewhat paranoid. He just... let this stupid loner do his job! A loner, not another packwolf! What if Jason saw that? What if he saw that any stray walking through the forest could do a better job than Carter? The young male felt his heart rate raise in panic as his teeth painfully sharpened to points. Damn moon was making everything worse. Had it been another moon phase, Carter may have only stared at Mason with a look of annoyance, but now he was flipping out, to say the least. So what did Mason do? Well of course he had to make some condescending remark that made Carter both furious and ashamed. His ears reddened and his fingernails grew into claws; physically expressing his emotional turmoil. He growled up at Mason. "I am stro-" He cut off with a low, distressed snarl. The moon pricked painfully at his skin and made his body feel heavy. This day was just getting worse and worse. tag: Mason word count: 351 outfit: link notes: Carter is a cranky Carter.

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[Mason Smith]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/EweqIY5.png] warning for mature language and mature themes text | speech Mason had almost wished it was an actual threat, especially one he could follow through on. Mason considered himself strong - the only fight he had lost was to his father the first time he tried to take his throne, but he had learned fast. He was his father's little warrior and the need to win had always been a driving force in his life. It was his reason for explaining the reason he was still alive after so many years of depression. But when he looked at the boy in front of him, he couldn't see it. All he saw were self-esteem issues and a need to fill big shoes. That was a little unfortunate and wasn't Mason's problem at all - yet here he was arguing with him. They both needed to check their priorities. "Yeah, in another town. That was a bunch of bullshit." He laughed whole heartily and it rocked his body in a way his mocking laugh didn't. "But I take it you're in the Orion pack, huh? Heard about them. And sure, you can call them. But the whole lesson here is that you need to do stuff for yourself, ain't it?" He quirked one brow. Mason was right - despite being overly dominant, rude and brutish, Mason was still smart. People didn't give him enough credit a good deal of the time. "So, is calling your buddies really what you want here? I get you want to kick my ass at this point, but let's look at the big picture." He paused for a minute while he reran the conversation through his head one more time. "Also, I only called you a kid. I didn't call you stupid." Bonus points, right? Eh, guess not. Mason had rightfully pissed me off, but what else was new? Mason was an asshole to every male he met until they got to know him. But of course, as time progressed ( it wasn't that he felt bad, but it was just his nature in trying to recover from a childhood and lifetime of douche baggery ) he watched Carter fume and Mason took his hands out of the pockets of his jacket and patted his stomach. "How about, to make you feel better, I'll give you a freebie. Punch me as hard as you can in the gut. C'mon!" Or beat the shit out of him because he might need it. But getting into a fight with Mason was always a bad idea because he always lost control, and well, that's when shit hits the fan. Red never looked good on Mason or anyone Mason touched. Except for blood - he was sexy cut up, but that wasn't the point! table by sophia

[Carter Ethan Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; border-top: #3a2a1a 8px solid; border-bottom: #3a2a1a 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/Sage/wood-bakground_zps49817a5f.png);] [atrb=width,400] made it this far Mason hit the nail on the head. Carter's struggled to keep his expression stern and almost emotionless, but the stray's words had caused an ever so slight crinkling in his brow. A very slight damn-it expression. He'd got him. Carter knew well enough (or rather, he assumed) that the alpha would prefer a delta who could handle himself when faced with one stupid stray. There was also the possibility that the pack might praise Carter for recognizing a fight he couldn't win, but in all honesty, he preferred others to look up to him for the times he won. Poor Carter was too self conscious to believe someone would pat him on the back for losing. But with all his self doubting mannerisms, the young delta still had enough pride to not openly agree with Mason, because the stray obviously needed Carter's confirmation. Rather than give Mason anymore satisfaction, Carter jumped to his next comment; now that he could argue about at least. "The title 'kid' suggests naivety... which might as well mean stup-" He frowned, cut himself off before his voice raised any higher, then continued but in a much softer tone. "Might as well mean stupid." Carter started to say more, but as if fate was determined to work against the young man, he bit his lip and sliced the skin. Like a pup! Only young and inexperienced werewolves made such a stupid mistake. Carter quickly sucked the blood off his lip, but there was no use hiding that little slip. Humiliated. Could he have been anymore embarrassed!? Well, Mason's following words certainly weren't helping. "I... I..." Carter's lips parted in utter disbelief. He hadn't seriously asked him that!? The delta's eyes narrowed to hazel slits as a growl rumbled in his throat. "Are you kidding me!? Like... like taking you up on that offer will make them look up to me! Oh yes, because Carter only hits people when someone gives him permission. What a laugh they'd fucking have!" No matter how hard Carter tried to control himself, it was too late. The anger was out. He was only twenty-six after all, not one hundred and fifty like Jason. It was by sheer will power (and perhaps a bit of luck) that he'd managed not to shift so far. But with his teeth sharpened, claws out, and eyes changing colors... well certainly he couldn't be that far away from really letting loose. tag: Mason word count: 405 outfit: link notes: None.

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/EweqIY5.png] warning for mature language and mature themes text | speech Mason was right, and it was painted on both of their faces. What was a delta that couldn't handle a situation by themselves? Though, perhaps getting angry wasn't the best way to handle it either, but Mason was annoying and enjoyed proving he was better in every aspect - whether it was getting under your skin better than you ever could or breaking your record for the amount of times you've used 'kid' in a single encounter. "You're the one who said you were stupid. I mean kid in the fact that you're younger than me. It's just a nickname... kid. You shouldn't take things like that to heart." Too sensitive, but Mason was one to talk. Panic attacks and massive depressive tendencies screamed sensitive, but at least he didn't get upset because a 'delta' of a 'pack' decided to rustle his feathers and start a little trouble. But, Mason still didn't seem to make anything any better. A free hit was the best he could come up with aside from getting up and leaving ( which he probably should have done from the very beginning ). Though of course, Mason hadn't really thought through that it wouldn't do Carter any good except to maybe vent his anger. But instead, Mason was faced with an absolutely enraged Carter who was about ready to shift in front of him. Mason's human reaction would have been to tell Carter to calm down. But his wolf reaction was to say no such thing. Instead, he let the itch on the nape of his neck manifest into elongated fangs and claws. But he didn't see red like Carter. No, he was in control. Mason was always in control. His upper lip curled and he growled at Carter threateningly. He wasn't going to fight, he was just trying to get Carter to back off. "Stand down, delta." His voice was deep and commanding. "If you stand down, I'll leave and you won't ever have to see me again." He was probably going to run into Carter at some point, but for now that'd hopefully be enough to keep the delta from making a fool of himself. table by sophia

[Carter Ethan Murphy]

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/EweqIY5.png] warning for mature language and mature themes text | speech This boy was worse than every girlfriend Mason had ever had in his life combined. He changed moods quickly and second guessed everything. Oh, and he got pissier than Mason had ever gotten in his life time. ( Maybe not, but it seemed that way. ) He rolled his eyes at the awkwardness and then quickly loss the sass the second Carter decided to blow up in Mason's face. Jesus fucking Christ! Mason wanted to grab him by the throat and throttle him until he got some sense in his damn head. Okay, so the full moon was tomorrow, but learn to control it! Maybe Mason couldn't talk - it was the way he was raised plus the amount of years he had to control himself. He was able to stay human under the full moon but there was always that red hot itch on the nape of his neck and in between his shoulder blades that reminded him of the monster he was and what was kept at bay just underneath the skin. But what was Mason supposed to do here? Fight him, hurt him, and hope he recovers? What if he didn't? Then he'd have a whole pack on his ass for killing a delta. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. "Fuck!" His voice was loud and filled with anger, but he couldn't help the outburst. His mind swam. All he did was put up in hands in a meager defense, but Carter didn't even advance. Had it been Mason who lost his cool, the boy would be cut down in a heartbeat. Mason had to give the kid some credit - he was still in there somewhere. That's it. "What are you doing? What kind of delta loses his cool over a stray?" Watch your wording, Mason. Pick wisely. "Your alpha thought you were such a good delta. You can't lose that. You gotta calm down. You gotta prove you're better than the full moon or any mangy stray that comes your way. I'm sure you could kick my ass anyway." Yeah, right. "You just gotta calm down." I don't want to hurt you, he wanted to say, but he bit his tongue. Let's not dig a bigger hole. His claws and teeth returned to their human proportions, almost as if he was making himself incredibly vulnerable. Calm down, please. table by sophia

[Carter Ethan Murphy]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; border-top: #3a2a1a 8px solid; border-bottom: #3a2a1a 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/Sage/wood-bakground_zps49817a5f.png);] [atrb=width,400] made it this far Carter continued on with his fit of snarls. He buried his clawed fingers in his hair and then his clothes, if only to stop himself from ripping off Mason's head. Or rather, to stop himself from attempting such a vile act. Carter often beat his younger brother, Cayden, in wrestling. Fighting was a different matter though... especially when your opponent happened to be decades older than you! So whether he retained his control or not, Mason's head was more than likely going to stay attached to his shoulders. Now if only he could keep this in mind. Perhaps then he wouldn't be so close to lunging for Mason's throat. "Fuck!" Carter jolted from his rage at Mason's outburst. In fact, all the anger seemed to wash away from his face; only the claws, sharp teeth, and hazel eyes portrayed the anger within. But as he stared at Mason, who was now seething, Carter couldn't help but feel... cautious? His head began aching with more self conscious thoughts; was he was going to get his ass kicked by a stray!? What would Andy say... well, what would Jason say if he saw that his delta couldn't take care of himself!? Carter's teeth clicked nervously as he struggled not to instantly fall into a submissive posture. Funny, he remembered going through the same struggle whenever he was around... Andy. Carter's breathing stopped. No... no he could not be comparing Mason to Andy!! Nononono! Because if he was... well that would mean he viewed Mason as the dominant one. Carter tried to assure himself that Mason was not dominant over him, but it was quickly deemed a futile attempt once Mason began his chastisement. He felt... stupid. Childish even. But worst of all, Carter felt like he'd let his beloved ex alpha down. What sort of delta was he anyway... The younger wolf coyly played with his belt loops and glanced at the ground. He barely fought back the urge to apologize, as was natural for Carter. But he couldn't ignore his desire for guidance; he couldn't help but follow Mason's order. "Okay... okay." What anger he'd felt before slipped further below the surface, leaving embarrassment in its place. Carter tried hard to regain some of his scattered pride. He raised his jaw, stopped sucking his cheek, and locked eyes with Mason. But, all his efforts to restore his confidence also rose his cheeks up, prominently displaying the blush stained skin. tag: Mason word count: 408 outfit: link notes: Sorry it took forever to give you this very crappy post...

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