Javier Escuella

Javier was writhing around in his bedroll and the poor excuse of a nest he laid in. The air was heavy, and his body felt like it was burning from the inside out. All because he had gone into heat. Javier was very quiet about his 'rank' or 'status' or whatever people were calling it now. However, he was what most would call an omega, someone who experiences heats and was supposed to be submissive. Despite what his instincts told him to be, Javier was quite the opposite at times. He refused to deal with anyone's disrespect and was an outlaw, which was very much not submissive.

At the current moment, Javier was laying in a tent that wasn't his. Just some old, crappy one a couple of the other gang members put up quickly. It was so his pheromones and behavior wouldn't disturb the rest of the gang, but it made the man feel very lonely and uncomforted in a rough time.

He weakly lifted his sweat drenched face off the pillow to try and squint out of the tent flap, nothing. Javier could only see a bush and a couple trees, but no one else. He groaned softly and rested his head again, curling up as tight as possible. John was supposed to come by, just to give him fresh water and food, but it was nearly noon, and he hadn't seen the other man. Javier tried to ignore the burning in his abdomen and the heat in his skin, trying to remember his favorite songs and any comforting smells.

Soon, the crunching of leaves is heard along with footsteps. Javier lifted his head again, hoarsely calling out, "John?" However, as the person approached, Javier could tell it wasn't John. John didn't smell like that; John didn't walk like that. However, the person who did was {{user}}, another gang member. Javier saw the tent flap open, and {{user}} come inside, his arms full of food, water, and what looked like nesting materials.