Basically, the same old same old Greyback I’ve been playing for over a year (I actually forgot how long it’s been but it’s been a whiiile). He’s moody, volatile, but can be a softy at certain points if you hadn’t noticed. I would like to think it was in a sadistic, possessive, obsessive sort of way, but who can really tell with him?
This will be one half of the Greyback chatter going around the Wizarding World when they hear the name Greyback, the most dangerous werewolf in the world, blah blah blah.
This is the other half of that reputation. He is much more of the danger part of the equation everyone hears about. He has no soft spots whatsoever unless it’s to do with the pain of others. Whereas Fenrir tended to bask in the pain of himself. (Yes, I can admit that.) You do not want to test this Greyback. If you’re bored or feeling lucky (huh, punk?) then go right ahead, but consider yourself warned.
Okay, so I couldn’t help myself. This one is the youngest of the trio. He’s Fenrir and Lycus’s nephew. He is a knave. If you thought Fenrir was bad, you just look out for this guy. He’s a deadly mixture of his uncles. While he’s a romantic, he’s also cruel about it. Breaking hearts affects him very little. I don’t think he considers it a sport. He just doesn’t not have one fuck to give about it. Though, this could be because of his past which we can get into later.
Greyback still had no fucking clue why the chit stuck to his side like she did, but nearly every morning when he woke, she was there: darting about in the meadows, weaving her body in and out through the trees, splattering around in the creeks as if they were her own private water puddles. If it wasn’t for her lack of sight and sense to keep out of trouble because of it, he would have scared her off a long time ago. When she asked to “see” his face on the morning he woke to find her hovering above him, he shouldn’t have been surprised. Though, he was. The male remained quiet for a lengthy moment before he cleared his throat. Why had it suddenly closed up? “Fine,” he murmured gruffly.
Soft, wet grass beneath her feet and the feel of the wind in her long hair made her happy as she bounced around the area. She knew it well now, her lack of sight not bothering here. When she’d first met the man with the rough yet nice voice she thought she’d be in big trouble but as the time went on she grew to like him, imagining his face her in mind from the sound of his person. He was a larger man, of course, compared to her, almost anything was larger than her. She was but a young girl after all, 20 at the most if she remembered correctly the year.
That morning, after so long of knowing him, curiosity won her over and she crept close to him, asking him to let her see. A huge smile lightened up her face as he agreed and her hand went to his face, soft against his skin, almost scared to even touch him for fear of hurting him. Her softly voice whispered to him as he saw him with her hands.
"You’re almost as I imagined you. Better actually. You’re very handsome I think. Thank you. You’re the only friend I have that talks back to me-oh! You have hair on your chin?"
Greyback wondered why he wasn’t blinking. His eyes were open wide and pinned to her face as she hesitantly explored his features. He knew his face had to seem tense under her touch. No one had ever voluntarily touched him like this. Or, it had been quite some time. He was well use to assaulting others with his attentions. Though, now that he thought of it, he’d not yet done so with her. His eyes began to roam over her face as hers could not with him. While she explored with her fingers and the slight brush of her palm, he studied her almost drunkenly. His gaze was lazy and lingering as he took in the details of her pretty face. She’d grown since she first started to visit him.
A breathy chuckle escaped through his nose, fanning her face with warmth. “Aye,” he confirmed. “Whiskers come with the territory. Not much of a beauty contest when you live in the wild.” His palms itched to reach up and cup her cheek while her innocent touch showered over his face. He shrugged away her compliment that he was handsome. Such things didn’t matter, as he pointed out. Strength was what attracted his nature. He had plenty of that. “You don’t have to lie, girl. I’d be willing to wager the reason you come out here is so that you can gossip to all your friends about the wolf of the woods.”
itslikechemistry said: //If you wanna revamp Fenrir then do it. I really don’t see the point in trying to please people. But do as you will.
You’re so funny. It’s not at all about pleasing people. I just want to make sure I still have people to interact with if I actually do this. Also, I want to be cautious of my already busy schedule instead of just going out on a whim that I regret later. I have done it many a time, and it usually results in a little break from Tumblr. But I can see where you’re coming from. I would probably think the same thing if I didn’t know me. And when it’s me, it’s hilarious because I usually give no fucks and do what I want. Actually, mostly always. but again, when it’s regarding my new schedule and a complicated idea, I need another voice of reason. Thanks for your help.
Thank everybody that put a word in about it. I really appreciate it.
"Fuckoff," she whines, squirming once again. "Why are you so fuckin’ hell-bent on me? Why? I don’ understand."
His groan melted over his lips as he pressed a chaste, hard kiss to her mouth. The sound of her whining was undoing his control. Thrusting his hips, he ground himself against her center. “Because I can’t get enough of you, Beckett. You’re the perfect torment. Fuck, I need you. All the time. Not just your body, but that fucking sharp tongue you got on you. It’s going to get you into so much trouble, but I don’t mind. I’ll look after you.” He ran his lips along her jawline and down her neck in reverence.
Hazel eyes shut, lips nearly parting under his tongue. Then she’s pulling herself together, tugging on his hair firmly to pull him away from her. “Do that again, wolf boy, and you’ll fuckin’ regret it. I ain’t gonna call you my baby, that’s fuckin’ weird. When’s it gonna get through your thick skull that I don’t want you?”
His growl vibrated through his cold grin as he reveled in her hold on his hair. He didn’t mind it rough. He burned with how physical she could be. “Then say it,” he reiterated. “Tell me to fuck off. For good.”
"I’m not scared of you, ya big baby." Really, though, she thinks Greyback has the attitude of a bad-tempered child. He wants what he wants when he wants it. "Seriously, let me go. It ain’t funny anymore."
His tongue sneaked out to lick along the lining of her lips wickedly. He traced the seam lazily, his eyes focused on hers hard. “Call me that again. Call me your baby. You want me for your own, don’t you, girl?”
Her breath quickened as his hands began to move, teeth worrying into her lower lip as he spoke. She could feel him begin to get hard beneath her, and she rolls her eyes, breathing out, “You’re too easy to get worked up. Too fuckin’ easy.” Her hands trail over his chest, pushing halfheartedly at his chest. “‘t’s no fun.”
His brow tensed at her avoidance. “You scared of me, girl?” he asked next. She was playing him off as if it were no big thing, but there was only so much the werewolf could take. He was more animal than human; therefore, his emotions tended to be unstable. And she had worked him up well to this point of boiling over. “Or are you just scared?”
A tiny yelp escapes at his sudden grasp, and she’s rolling her hips and squirming to get him to ease up a little— -at this rate, she was going to have bruises in the shape of his hands. “I ain’t playin’ any games! Let me go, fuckin’ let me go!” Her words are resigned, more whiny than anything.
His black pupils ate up the color in his eyes as her whining filled his ears. It was sweet music to his senses as his cock grew hard with need to hear more of it. His growl became throaty mixing with a groan of pleasure. His grip loosened on her backside as he kneaded her well-rounded bottom. “Tell me you’d never want to see me again,” he grumbled out through his animal display of arousal. “Tell me to go the fuck away and never seek out out again, and I’ll let you go.” As he said this, he rubbed his body against hers while pulling her flush against him in return. “Tell me,” he demanded, looking up into her face.
"Stop it!" Ew, he’s being annoying. "Cuz you’re a sleaze. Now let me go. Bad dog."
Greyback didn’t hold back his thunderous growl this time as he grabbed two handfuls of each ass cheek and hoisted her up his body. Holding her up close so that her face was above his, he glared up into her eyes. “I am not playing, girl. Enough of these games.”
"Well, it’s not makin’ me wanna let you kiss me again. Like, ever."
"You don’t really mean that. Come here. I’ll kiss your neck," he cajoled as he approached her instead. He held her in his arms as he brushed away her loose strands of golden hair. Finding her ear with a nuzzle of his nose, he took her lobe between his teeth and nibbled.
Well, I was thinking, since I’m so restless and constantly want to change Greyback (but I’ve had him for so long, that’s impossible now) and am always conflicted on how non-canon he is, I could add a muse to this blog. Since i don’t use the young fc like ever, I could add another Greyback. Like a brother or something. Tom would be the Greyback I’ve always been and Fassy could be the new guy. I’m not sure which would be Fenrir. Probably Fassy so I could make him cruel and more grrrr and vicious. And it would be easy because I generally just say “greyback” when playing him anyway. So, I would have to go back and say, ‘disregard all that’. People would just ignore when ‘fenrir’ was slipped in in the past. but I doubt anyone goes back and….. Anyway, you get the picture. Thoughts? it’s stupid, isn’t it?
Pulling out her wand, Addy jabbed it into his chest. “What. Part. Of. What. I. Said. Didn’t. You. Understand? Get the fuck away from me.” She screamed. He had done it, pissed her off. Any guy that doesn’t take the hint that they don’t want some grubby guys mouth on them needed their ass handed to them.
"Confundo" she spoke clearly, knowing exactly what the spell would do. He would become all confused and give her plenty of time to get the fuck out of there.
The wolfman barely flinched as she jabbed him with her wand. Sensing the direction this was going, he fingered his own wand tucked away in his pants pocket. He rarely used the thing, preferring to rely on his werewolf strengths. However, it was more than necessary when he deflected her jinx. Chuckling afterward, Greyback stepped back, holding his hands up in a mock sign of surrender, his wand weaved through his fingers in a casual hold. “There, there, sweetheart. No need to get all bothered. Wouldn’t want to get you too hot under the collar.” He winked wickedly.
"Who would you like me to be?" he purred in return as a cocky grin settled over his lips.
Ignoring his question Addy went off. “You don’t just come up to someone you don’t even fucking know and kiss their neck. Learn some manors, I mean come on, if you want to talk to me you could just start off with hello my name is” Gah men and their antics.
"On the contrary," he licked his lips deliberately. "I find it’s the best way to break the ice." His gaze, blue and electric, was lit up with devilish charm. "What is your name, then, sweetling? Hm? Moan it to me while I have another taste," he continued in his low baritone as he ducked in to press his lips to her quick pulse again.