Silver Rose is an alternate universe role playing site which follows Teen Wolf TV series. It is canon till 3rd season and AU from the fourth. What happens when Scott and his pack face a threat which comes in an unexpected way. Will he discover the deadpool and stop it, or will he loose his pack before it is too late. For further expansion of the plot details please look into the Site Plot.
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Post by Jason Rhys Pomeroy on Jun 19, 2016 8:39:57 GMT
Soft footsteps pressed into the hard dirt of the ground, barely making a sound. Small breaths came from Rhy's lungs, and his chocolate brown eyes gazed up at the sky. His hands were shoved into his pockets as a cool breeze brushed passed him. The day was overcast, and the sky was grey. The werecoyote shuddered slightly, and hugged his jacket a little closer. Rhy was never good with the cold.
He worried his lip through his teeth, and glared halfheartedly at the sun that was creeping through the crowds. He almost wanted the cold to stay, and the sun to go. The bright light would surely hurt his pounding head and sensitive eyes. He blinked, almost in triumph, as it hid back behind a cloud and continued to plod along. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he came upon a cemetery.
He blinked in surprised and slowly stepped through the white archway. He approached the first grave he saw and knelt on the ground beside it.
We Loved Her, But God Loved Her More
He rubbed the back of his neck, slightly awkward. He didn't know what was common to do, but he jolted as he smelt another person enter the cementry. With wide eyes, Rhy turned his brown gaze to the new person.
If it weren't for the enclosed mausoleum, those passing by would think that there was something mentally wrong with the man standing before them, and they would be right. His eyes were blue like that of the ocean, but the great waters of the Pacific couldn't match the flow that fell from his hues. Derek wasn't one to show his emotions to just anyone, especially not to those in this town but only in this moment, this place he would reveal how he truly felt. The words that were before him both saddened, and angered him. They spoke of how three lives were lost, remembered by the one who put them there and his nephew. Peter didn't deserve to have his name on their plaque, he deserved to be in their place. Yes, Cora was alive but the people of Beacon Hills didn't know that.
Inhaling deeply, Derek wiped away his tears before adjusting his stance and exiting the mausoleum. A face had caught his attention as the being looked like he had just seen a ghost...if he knew Derek's past then he did just see a ghost. "Sorry for your lost. " He said as he released the mausoleum door, it creaking shut before he locked it and put the key in his coat pocket along with his hands.
Post by Jason Rhys Pomeroy on Jun 28, 2016 11:30:15 GMT
Rhy blinked up at the much taller man, his mouth opening and closing for a few seconds before he shook his head. "I-I-no. I'm not here to grieve...I-I ju-just wandered here by mistake. This woman..." he glanced at the grave, "I've never met a girl named Bella-Rose and...she was alive a century ago and..." The boy trailed off, intimidated by the looming figure with keys.
He shifted slightly, and gracefully stood on his feet. It was then he caught whiff of the man and shrunk into himself. It was another god forbid werewolf! He furrowed his brow and worried his lip through his teeth, "Umm..." He took another look at the man and his brown eyes flashed a golden colour before settling on brown again. He licked his lips and took a step back, twisting his hands in his jeans.
"I apologise, I didn't mean to disturb you." He lowed his eyes to the man's shoes, squeaking a quiet, "Please don't eat me."
Derek furrowed his eyebrows as the kid before him stuttered amongst his own word. Yes Derek's figure didn't give off the most inviting vibe, but oddly he'd never seen someone act like this if he wasn't purposely threaten them with his claws their throat or flashing his red orbs back when he was an Alpha. As the boy explained his reasons for being there wasn't to grieve, Derek nodded lightly. "Good, that you haven't lost anyone. "
As he younger male continued to show that he was nervous, Derek glanced around after seeing the male's eyes go from brown to gold, he too flashing his own lightening blue hues for a moment before they turned back to the calmer shade of blue, hoping that having a shared thing the youth would feel at ease.
The next set of words the boy spoke caused Derek to question if he had come from Eichen. With his head tilted some to the side, Derek looked at the male with a shake of his head. "Why would I eat you? I'm not a cannibal. " He finished with a shrug.
Post by Jason Rhys Pomeroy on Jun 29, 2016 2:25:45 GMT
Rhy's pulse calmed as the man expressed his confusion, his shoulders relaxing slightly but his eyes still wary. He wasn't used to werewolves being friendly, but the other man didn't seem to care about the werecoyote's presence to much. He raised his brown eyes back to the blue eyed werewolf. His posture was slouched like usual, and but you could tell he was on guard, "I, I don't know..."
He cleared his throat, gesturing to the keys, "So...are you...do you work here?" He asked, a little confused and wanting to steer the conversation away from the embarrassment he had made of himself.
It had seemed odd to see unfamiliar faces in Beacon Hills, first Amy at the bar, now this kid. Didn't they know that this place had the highest population of deaths? Or were they both just as crazy as he was, wanting to leave the madness of this town but being pulled in by its Beacon. Well, if the latter was the case it would mean that they were supernatural, the kid before him is, but Derek doubts that Amy is. Getting pulled out of his own head as he kid spoke, Derek took notice of his posture, seeing that the youth felt less intimidated by his statute, he was pretty sure the gene they shared played a part in his state of ease.
It seemed as if the more questioned he asked, the more confused Derek had felt. The boy didn't look much older than seventeen years of age, so there wasn't really a reason why he wouldn't recognize Derek. A convict would have a better chance at getting a job in the public instead of Derek. Yes, it was years ago that the fire happened, but it didn't stop people from viewing Derek as a pyromaniac. Shaking his head from side to side lightly, Derek answered the kids question. "No," he started before gesturing to the mausoleum behind him. "My family is in there, and I was just visiting them. " He explained.
Post by Jason Rhys Pomeroy on Jul 4, 2016 10:36:58 GMT
Rhy wanted to shrink into himself as the man informed him of what he was doing. He not only was making a fool of himself, he had probably offended the man. On second thoughts, the boy would much rather if the ground would swallow him all up then embarrass himself more, but that didn't seem to be an option. He blinked slowly and rubbed the back of his neck, "Hey- look."
He halted his speech for a moment before continuing, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you or anything...I..." he closed his eyes and sighed, "I'm making things worse, aren't I?"
This definitely was an, interesting kid. Derek found himself oddly amused by the being, despite him not saying much. In a way, the kid reminded him of Stiles, but with less stuttering surprisingly. It was odd to be thought of as a cemetery guard slash worker, seeing as they rarely are seen at the cemetery aside from the grass keeper. It didn't take supernatural abilities to know that the boy was uncomfortable, you could literally see it on his face. Removing his hands from his pockets, Derek allowed his arms to fall at his side, in a way, opening himself up some.
As the boy rubbed his neck, Derek glanced around the area some, not wanting to make the boy feel anymore uncomfortable by staring at him. As he spoke, Derek looked back at him with a raised eyebrow because of his words. "Upset?" Derek questioned before furrowing his eyebrows and giving a side smile. "Why would I be upset?" Derek releasing a light chuckle, Derek shook his head and smiled before continuing. "It wasn't 'bad' to begin with, so you couldn't make it worse. "
Post by Jason Rhys Pomeroy on Jul 5, 2016 6:12:49 GMT
Jason was a little lost, but releived. The other man seemed to be amused, and not at all upset. Better not give him an incentive to be angry or sad, he told himself. He glanced around the graveyard, taking notice of the crumbling head stones, "Nothing, I was being stupid." He was, of course, still confused about what was going on but he blamed that on his own stupidity.
He rocked back on his heels, not sure what to say next. His eyes were brown and seemed full of concern. How was he supposed to do in this awkward situation, maybe the other man would introduce himself...that was it! Jason straightened his spin and took a step forward while he extended his hand, "I'm Jason Rhys Pomeroy, I prefer Rhy if you don't mind."
Derek watched as the kid still seemed to be apprehensive in his presence. “Did you just move to Beacon Hills?” Derek then asked, pondering if this kid would be one to watch. Who knows, maybe he could join Scott's pack, having another body on their side couldn't hurt their odds. As the kid said he was just being stupid, Derek furrowed his eyebrows some. It was stupid for someone to pay their condolences for an absolute stranger? Did Derek just enter the 'Twilight Zone’ ? It surely felt like it.
A lingering silence then fell upon the two. The young male's voice cutting through the chilly air like a steak knife through butter. Watching with kean observance, the boy took a small step towards Derek, and reached out his hand. Derek looked at the outstretched hand for a moment before trailing back up to the boy. “Rhy it is. I'm Derek.” Derek said, clasping the younger male's hand in his grip.