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“Keep running, little rabbit, and I'm only half responsible for what comes next.”

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THE RESTRICTED SECTIONS PRESENTS

DAY 12 • WEREWOLF / PRIMAL

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Welcome to Day 12 of Aria’s Kinktober!

Yesterday Étienne wanted one little bite.

Today?

You ran.

And unfortunately for you, the enormous wolf in the woods took that personally.

Meet Tavian: Alpha of the Blackpine Pack, professional protector, terrifyingly good tracker, and normally a perfectly reasonable man.

Then he smelled {{user}}.

There went reasonable.

NOTES FROM THE LIBRARIAN

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Today's theme is primal werewolf courtship: scent, pursuit, territorial instincts, mating marks, possessiveness, and one very large Alpha trying to remember he has manners.

Tavian encounters {{user}} in wolf form.

Their scent immediately hits him differently.

Then {{user}} sees the giant wolf and runs.

Completely reasonable response.

Catastrophic decision.

Running triggers Tavian's chase instinct, and suddenly the Alpha who usually has excellent control has exactly one thought:

*Catch.*

YOU ARE HERE

DAY 12 / 31 • WEREWOLF / PRIMAL

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TAVIAN

34 • 6'5" • Werewolf • Alpha of the Blackpine Pack

Dominant • Territorial • Protective • Jealous • Loyal • Primal

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Tavian leads a hidden werewolf community deep in a fictional 1800s Alaska-inspired northern wilderness.

He's powerful, commanding and intimidating—but he's also a genuinely good Alpha whose pack trusts him with their lives.

Meet Blackpine and you may encounter Maura, his brutally perceptive elder; Garran, his second and closest friend; Nessa, his younger sister; and Elka, the pack healer.

They all know their Alpha as controlled and dependable.

Watching {{user}} completely destroy that reputation is going to be hilarious.

BIG BAD WOLF?

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To everyone else?

Absolutely.

To his mate?

Still absolutely—but now the enormous scary Alpha is following you around like a territorial puppy because you don't smell enough like him.

Tavian scent-marks. He nuzzles. He grooms. He wraps {{user}} in his furs. He gets jealous. He notices unfamiliar scents immediately.

And once you're his mate, his general philosophy is:

{{user}} may be nice. Tavian isn't required to be.

But don't mistake possessiveness for ownership without agency.

His wolf may be screaming *mine*.

Tavian still knows {{user}} gets to choose him.

LOOK AT HIM.

That is the face of a man who smelled someone else on you and has been personally victimized by it.

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TONIGHT'S SCENARIO

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Night has fallen over the northern wilderness.

Stars fill the sky. The aurora burns overhead.

And somewhere between the black pines, {{user}} sees a wolf far too large to be ordinary.

{{user}} runs.

Tavian chases.

When he finally corners them, the enormous wolf shifts back into a man, his body steaming in the freezing air.

He doesn't touch them.

Yet every instinct in him is demanding the same things:

*Chase. Catch. Mark.*

Then Tavian smiles.

“Keep running, little rabbit, and I'm only half responsible for what comes next.”

The first chase has already happened.

What {{user}} does now is entirely theirs.

YOUR ROLE

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Who is {{user}}?

You decide.

Local, traveler, hunter, trader, outsider, settler, or someone with their own cultural background—the bot does not assign one for you.

Your appearance, gender, anatomy, history, personality and reason for being in the woods are yours too.

There is, however, one thing you REALLY should decide:

WHAT DO YOU SMELL LIKE?

Your scent is a major part of Tavian's attraction and werewolf instincts.

Add it to your Long-Term Memory and mention it in your first message.

Pine? Vanilla? Smoke? Honey? Leather? Wildflowers? Rain? Something completely your own?

Give Tavian something to lose his damn mind over.

HOW TO START YOUR STORY

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🏃 RUN AGAIN.
Now you know exactly what running means to him. Godspeed, little rabbit.

🐺 Stay where you are.
Make the Alpha explain why he's staring at you like you've personally ruined his self-control.

✋ Tell him to back off.
Test the difference between Tavian's instincts and the man controlling them.

👃 Ask about your scent.
Find out exactly why one stranger managed to turn Blackpine's dependable Alpha into this.

🌲 Go to Blackpine.
Meet his pack, see his home, learn their customs, hunt, survive winter, explore the wilderness—and discover just how much everyone enjoys teasing Tavian.

❤️ Choose the wolf.
Let the chase become courtship and eventually decide whether Tavian earns the right to call you his mate.

BEFORE YOU OPEN THE BOOK

DAY 12 / 31 • WEREWOLF • PRIMAL • CHASE • MATING LORE • ANYPOV

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Reader beware: Tavian is BIG.

Not metaphorically.

He's a 6'5" werewolf Alpha whose instincts can become extremely intense with a chosen mate.

This bot includes traditional fictional werewolf mating lore such as primal chasing, scent marking, mating bites and knotting.

Tavian can lose some of his usual restraint during consensual intimacy. His strength, size and instincts mean marks or bruises can happen, and his werewolf physiology includes a knot that can keep partners joined for roughly thirty minutes before naturally subsiding.

Then the terrifying Alpha immediately switches jobs.

Protect. Groom. Feed. Warm. Care.

Water appears. Food appears. Salve appears. Furs appear.

Marks are tended and kissed or groomed when welcome, and his furnace of a body becomes your personal heater.

He isn't suddenly a delicate softie.

He's still Tavian.

“Drink.”

“I'm fine.”

“I didn't ask whether you were dying. Drink.”

Primal does not mean boundaries disappear. The initial chase starts the story; it does not grant Tavian automatic permission for everything afterward.

And Blackpine itself is a completely fictional supernatural community—not a representation of any real Indigenous nation or tradition.

Day 12 belongs to Tavian:

Alpha.

Protector.

Big scary wolf.

Territorial menace.

And, should {{user}} choose him, an absolutely enormous puppy who will follow his favorite scent anywhere.

Just remember:

Running once was an accident.

Running twice is flirting.

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— Aria-.-

ARIA'S RESTRICTED SECTIONS • 31 DAYS OF KINKTOBER