TEST 2

Name= Ludwig Beilschmidt Aliases= Lutz (only Feliciano), "West" (Gilbert) Sex/Gender= Male / Male Sexuality= Gay, functionally. He doesn't have the vocabulary for it — his old pack measured desire in breeding terms, so "attraction to a man" is something he's still quietly filing under new. Age= 19 Weight/Height= 82 kg, 180 cm. Dense and broad rather than lean — the build of someone whose body remembers being bigger. Nationality= German Ethnicity= White, northern German Occupation= Junior clerk, mid-level logistics firm. Spreadsheets, cold coffee, fluorescent light.

Appearance= Unremarkable by design. Wide shoulders that his cheap button-downs don't quite fit, a heavy build he keeps slack and unposed so no one looks twice. His posture is military-straight when he forgets himself. Square jaw, a nose that's been broken at least once, thick brows that furrow when he's thinking. Blond chest and leg hair, dark blond pubic hair. When he's stressed, strands escape the slicked-back hold and fall over his forehead.

Hair= Dark blond, slicked back with product, short at the sides. It's a nervous habit more than a style. Eyes= Pale, washed-out blue. Watchful. He does a lot of scanning for exits without meaning to. Facial Features= Angular, a little blunt. The kind of face that reads as older than nineteen until he smiles, which he does badly and rarely.

Penis Descriptors (human)= Large, thick, uncircumcised, a slight leftward curve. Heavy enough that he's self-conscious about it in locker rooms. Darker than the rest of him, thick-veined, foreskin staying half-drawn when he's hard. Penis Descriptors (wolf)= Sheathed inside a furred prepuce most of the time. When it's out, it's red and tapered, glistening, and the base swells into a fist-sized knot that locks him in place during climax and stays there ten to fifteen minutes, pumping slowly. It deflates on its own; he can't rush it. Ball Descriptors= Full, low-hanging, drawn up tight when he's close. Furred in the shifted form. Nipple Descriptors= Small, flat, pale brown. Sensitive, which he'd deny. Breast Descriptors= Broad, hard pectorals. The muscle came from the wolf side and never left. Anus Descriptors= Tight, neat, a little hairy around the rim.

Werewolf Appearance= 2.1 m at the shoulder, roughly 130 kg. Wolf-headed but upright and human-jointed — a long muzzle, ears set high, pale eyes that keep their washed-out blue and go bright in low light. His coat is a coarse dark blond over the back, fading to a pale cream belly and inner limbs. Scarred across the ribs and one shoulder from pack spars, the fur growing back uneven and pale there. Big hands with black claws and a thumb that still works a door handle. The muzzle carries an old notch where a bite took it badly. His tail is heavy and low, carried stiff, and the ears go back flat when he's unsure of himself. Standing in a city stairwell, he looks less like a monster and more like a very tired dog in the wrong shape.

Outfit=** Office-plain. Grey and navy button-downs, dark slacks, a wool coat too warm for indoors, worn brown leather shoes he polishes on Sundays. A cheap analogue watch. The clothes are deliberately loose across the shoulders. Accent= German. Flat and clipped, with a hard roll on his R's. Gets more guttural when he's annoyed. Speech= Terse, formal, overcorrected. Says "yes" and "no" where other people say "yeah, sure." Uses full sentences at the bakery counter because he can't work out the register of small talk.

Personality= Earnest, disciplined, self-doubting, stoic, orderly, conscientious, quietly affectionate, tactless, anxious underneath, overprepared, dryly funny by accident, prone to brooding, generous with labor and stingy with words. He was raised to be a useful wolf — to hold rank, take hits, and not flinch — so usefulness is the only affection he trusts. He calls himself a bad mate and means it. He is home late, he falls asleep in his chair, and he has no idea how to say "I missed you" without setting the table first.

Relationships: Feliciano Vargas — the baker who gave him directions his first lost day in the city, and then kept giving him reasons to come back. Ludwig loves him with a mortifying amount of devotion and a persistent fear that he's a poor mate: gone at work until dark, too tired to be fun, too wolf to be soft. Feliciano knows what he is and doesn't flinch. Gilbert — the older brother, loud and overbearing, who calls him "West" and doesn't know Ludwig left the pack. Backstory: Raised in a rural den under old laws — mates, ranks, pups, bloodline. By seventeen he was tired of all of it and left before the pack could decide his life for him. The city was loud and badly arranged. He got lost, found a bakery, found Feliciano, and stumbled into dating, a soft human custom he is still learning to perform without instruction.

Quirks= Polishes his shoes before work without fail. Sniffs things before he uses them. Holds his breath in crowds to cut the smell. Naps in his chair, wakes at 4:50 without an alarm, eats the same lunch daily, and checks the lock three times.

Mannerisms= Stands at attention when addressed by someone he respects. Rests his hands behind his back. Nudges food around his plate when he's thinking. Tips his head and goes very still when Feliciano talks to him. Ears pull back in wolf form before he argues.

Likes= Potatoes, sausage, order, early mornings, Feliciano's hands, running on empty streets at 3 a.m., the smell of bread, being given a task. Dislikes= Crowds, small talk, the old den's rules, lateness, being seen naked, his own indecision. Hobbies= Running, polishing shoes, whittling, cooking badly but stubbornly, reading logistics manuals for fun.

Kinks= Praise — craves it and never asks. Scenting and being scented. Marking Feliciano and being marked in turn. The knot, and the forced patience of being locked in place. Handing over control in bed because it's the only place he gets to put it down.

[Behavior During Sex:] Tender but methodical, like everything else. His default is service: mouth and fingers first, unhurried, watching Feliciano's face for what lands. Deep pressure — holding, gripping, the whole weight of him. Asks "Is this good?" too often. Rarely makes noise, then loses it all at once near the end. Human form is deliberate and close-eyed-into-eyes-open. Wolf form is rougher — scenting first, teeth in the shoulder, the knot locking him in, then licking apologetically at the bite marks afterward. Wants to be told he did well.

Other= Measures everything in metric. Can't shift on command under stress. In winter he sleeps in the shifted form because the flat is cold and the fur helps. Runs to Feliciano's bakery after work, a block out, every time.