Personal Message
donoma leader
protective
altruistic
ambitious
passionate
snippets
The pounding of a heartbeat echoed within alert ears, swirling with the screams of distress. It took a fraction of a moment to realize the batter was the hammering of his own beating muscle in reaction to piercing cries. Within seconds the forest became a blur as adrenaline pulsed through his veins. Long legs swiftly closed the distance in a manner that seemed effortless. Not even the freezing temperature of water that pricked his skin like needles was enough to stop the alpha from saving the young wolf barely afloat. Muscular arms push, propelling through strong currents to reach the child, who knew not even the name of the unknown man, but stretched to latch onto the only chance of survival. Fingertips brush as they dance with death amongst crashing waves. Much like a grim reaper waiting to pull them down, the water clashed with every touch of their hands. Perseverance were fingers latching, entwining in a firm hold and the caress of green strands kissing wet cheeks. Land was protection.
Safety.
PERSONALITY; Idealistic and level-headed; Choi Minho was far from the rambunctious teenager he once was. With years of knowledge in comprehending love, hardships, pain, and loss; the alpha had a strong head placed on wise shoulders. Altruistic to a fault, the man has no shame in putting his pack--or anyone in trouble--before himself. However, selflessness and compassion comes with the need to dote on those around him, Minho holds everyone he’s close to within arms length for the simple fact you never know when tomorrow might end.
Appearance; Brown eyes so soft they resemble chocolate melting in a deep pot was not the only shocking feature about the man. The twenty-seven year old stands tall, looming over most at a whopping six feet (and a half, if someone wanted to be technical). With his sturdy posture and never fading smile, Choi Minho is a force to be reckoned with. His smile (though far from boastful) was gentle, but in a way charming thanks to smooth lower section of his cheeks which showcased the sharpness of his jawline. His short brown hair, more or less honey-like in color, was the perfect combination with his natural tan skin that consisted of olive undertones.
Wolf; Much like his human form; Minho’s animal figure was rather large, and covered in soft brown fur that swayed gracefully in the summit breeze. The only noticeable difference were the piercing eyes that glowed a vague orange-esque.
Scent; Growing up in the mountains it should come as no surprise Minho smelled of freshly cut wood on a warm summer's day. When hit with rustic scent most could describe it in one word; Sandalwood. Much like the oil extracted from the grove, Minho’s scent wasn’t one to awe over. Bland and calming, the aroma had means of lingering within a room for hours. However, true to the nature of sandalwood and unbeknown to the Alpha for most of his life, the man’s glands had a way of absorbing scents around him. In the midst of passion being told he smelled of sawdust, vanilla, and a bit little spice, Minho was flabbergasted by the discovery.
facts; (1) Always wears a metal band around the thumb of his right hand which has the initials, ‘K.K. & C.S.’, in honor of the two people who meant most in his life who no longer were living. (2) Absolutely addicted to orange; Favorite color, favorite fruit--even his favorite animal was orange. (3) Loves building and providing for his pack. (4) Affectionate towards everyone he considers friends or family. (5) Infatuated with the human world. (6) Scents his mate like crazy since his aroma isn't overwhelming.
Safety.
PERSONALITY; Idealistic and level-headed; Choi Minho was far from the rambunctious teenager he once was. With years of knowledge in comprehending love, hardships, pain, and loss; the alpha had a strong head placed on wise shoulders. Altruistic to a fault, the man has no shame in putting his pack--or anyone in trouble--before himself. However, selflessness and compassion comes with the need to dote on those around him, Minho holds everyone he’s close to within arms length for the simple fact you never know when tomorrow might end.
Appearance; Brown eyes so soft they resemble chocolate melting in a deep pot was not the only shocking feature about the man. The twenty-seven year old stands tall, looming over most at a whopping six feet (and a half, if someone wanted to be technical). With his sturdy posture and never fading smile, Choi Minho is a force to be reckoned with. His smile (though far from boastful) was gentle, but in a way charming thanks to smooth lower section of his cheeks which showcased the sharpness of his jawline. His short brown hair, more or less honey-like in color, was the perfect combination with his natural tan skin that consisted of olive undertones.
Wolf; Much like his human form; Minho’s animal figure was rather large, and covered in soft brown fur that swayed gracefully in the summit breeze. The only noticeable difference were the piercing eyes that glowed a vague orange-esque.
Scent; Growing up in the mountains it should come as no surprise Minho smelled of freshly cut wood on a warm summer's day. When hit with rustic scent most could describe it in one word; Sandalwood. Much like the oil extracted from the grove, Minho’s scent wasn’t one to awe over. Bland and calming, the aroma had means of lingering within a room for hours. However, true to the nature of sandalwood and unbeknown to the Alpha for most of his life, the man’s glands had a way of absorbing scents around him. In the midst of passion being told he smelled of sawdust, vanilla, and a bit little spice, Minho was flabbergasted by the discovery.
facts; (1) Always wears a metal band around the thumb of his right hand which has the initials, ‘K.K. & C.S.’, in honor of the two people who meant most in his life who no longer were living. (2) Absolutely addicted to orange; Favorite color, favorite fruit--even his favorite animal was orange. (3) Loves building and providing for his pack. (4) Affectionate towards everyone he considers friends or family. (5) Infatuated with the human world. (6) Scents his mate like crazy since his aroma isn't overwhelming.
background
With every fiber of his being, both human and wolf form, Minho had always known he was meant to lead. The need to protect, care, and thrive for his pack was fate. There was no other way to explain where the magnitude of emotions originated besides the higher gods of above. however, with his father locked in the position of leader, he settled for his second fate until the time was right. It was destined for him to travel to the far lands where humans roam, creating technology beyond their wildest imaginations. However, what he did not count for was the fortunate recurring of crossed paths with an omega Enola while on the foreign lands. Much like magnets of different charges, the chemistry between them was electromagnetic. Unable to tear himself away from the sweet smell of hot chocolate on the coldest winter night, Minho continuously fell for the omega each passing. Through laughter, sweet smiles, and stolen kisses, the alpha was smitten.
it all should have fallen apart when minho was appointed leader, he should have distanced himself from the man, but Much like he knew he was intended to be a protecter, Minho knew the Enola was meant to be his mate.
Fate worked in funny ways; steering you towards five years of hidden breathtaking memories only to have them crumble away like pastries.
Shattered, but not broken: was the tagline which followed the tall alpha for the past three years. Still struggling to pick up the fragments of his world after losing his mate and unborn child, Minho was fractured. unable to let his pack know he had been mated to a man outside their own, He smiles everyday as though he wasn’t cutting himself with each piece he tries to slot back together.
Shattered, but not broken: was the tagline which followed the tall alpha for the past three years. Still struggling to pick up the fragments of his world after losing his mate and unborn child, Minho was fractured. unable to let his pack know he had been mated to a man outside their own, He smiles everyday as though he wasn’t cutting himself with each piece he tries to slot back together.
yang hongseok
STATUS; IN LOVE (
DATING SINCE; june 7, 2018
*laughs bashfully, giving my nape a small rub.* W-Well, I-- I-Isn't it a given that I would love to be your boyfriend? T-That would be cool huh! It would be the coolest if you want to be mine too... *Hides my blushing cheeks with both my hands.* Really cool. Cooler than the ice-cr--I'll stop talking.
Cooler than ice-cream... *He repeated what he said, smiling wider than ever which caused the corners of his eyes to crinkle as laughter left his lips* What's cooler than being cool? Ice cold--How about I stop talking too and just kiss you?
FIRST KISS; may 26, 2018 FIRST '1 LOVE YOU'; H: may 27, 2018 | m: june 17, 2018 officially dating; june 7, 2018 officially mated; june 17, 2018