Blinded Rejection

Mai_able

Forest Faerie
Blinded

Trigger Warning
If scenes or mentions of abuse cause you to trigger emotionally this is not the roleplay for you. And I politely ask that you Do not continue for the safety of your health.


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Name: Ayame Lupita Ruelle
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race: Werewolf
Eyes: Clear blue, or white, glazed-over
Hair: Midnight black, with hints of white
Frame: Slim figure, a little thin but shapely, clear curved usually hidden by baggy clothes
Personality: Shy, Skiddish, Extremely Introverted
History: Ayame was born to the Litha Moon Pack. Much to her family's disdain, she was born blind. She could not see but could sense her surroundings and other peoples aura's. She was the Beta's daughter, during the war between their pack and a stray rouge pack her parent's had died. Her elder brothers blamed her for their deaths and took out their anger and hate on her. Countless abuse, and pain she suffered not just from them but from the entire pack.

Plot:
Ayame is mated to the Alpha of her pack, she is rejected and then forcefully unbounded with him which leaves her at near death. She runs away after a traumatic event takes place between them and ends up half-dead at the lake of another pack. Ayame is a white wolf, but because she is blind she was rejected by her own pack.
YC can be her new mate in the pack she stumbles upon or anyone you want to be.
I put R maybe because 1. the bonding scenes and 2. the trigger warnings.
Again if scenes of abuse trigger or make you uncomfortable please don't sign up for this RP. This RP is very emotion-based and deep based off of a story I was writing.



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Ayame groaned at the first sign of light warming her face, she winced the throbbing pain in her head from her black eye hitting her as she sat up. The small attic in which she stayed only had one small window, it was her only sign of morning or night not as though she was allowed to roam freely. Ayame fumbled out of the thin sheet she had been given and touched the ground to find her desk, lifting herself off the ground she stumbled to the door. Her body was sore from the bruises that had yet to heal but things would only be worse if she didn't make it down the stairs. Being born blind had hindered her quite a lot after her parents had passed away all of the pack turned their back on her. Ayame had to learn to adapt, her own brothers had shunned her. The shunning had turned to anger, anger turned into abuse.

She felt the grooves on the doorway each line marked another day, "December....18th... my birthday?" Ayame ran her fingers across the grooves once more before standing. Her 19th birthday, the day all were females waited for, she would go into heat and her mate would be found. He would surely take her from this miserable place. No more torment or pain, she could be...free. Ayame smiled to herself and made her way out the door. She ran her hands along the wall so she didn't fall, spotting the aura of pack members she shrunk off to the sides of the walls trying to avoid their shoves and nasty words. Her pheromones hadn't yet hit her, they wouldn't start for hours. She also knew that today was the day of the Alpha's son crowning, he would be named the new alpha as he was already 23 years old. Making her way down the stairs she ducked into the kitchen.
 
Wyatt woke in a good mood. Today the buck would be passed from his father to him, and he would take over as Alpha of the pack. It was a bit bittersweet not having his dad in charge any longer, but it was time, and Wyatt was excited.

In front of the mirror, he considered his outfit for the day. It was important that on his first day of being Alpha, he would look his best. Ultimately he decided on a faded pair of jeans and a white t-shirt; it was casual, comfortable, he looked great in it, and it would come off easy if he needed to shift. Practicality had to be considered as well.

He headed into the kitchen, grinning at the breakfast spread that his mother had prepared for him. Eggs, toast, bacon, sausages, and fluffy pancakes. Today was bound to be a good day, especially when it meant his childhood home -- the house of an alpha -- would now be his. Sliding into a seat, he dug into his breakfast.

When he finished eating, he showered, dressed, and headed out into the neighborhood.
 
Ayame had lived in the packhouse since her parents died, her brother's having kicked her out from their own home. Since she was still a member of the pack she had been forced to live there, though there was nothing anyone wished to provide her but the dusty attic for her to stay in. She heard steps walking toward the kitchen and froze, the auras she sensed were all too familiar. It was her bothers, they had probably come to the packhouse to torment her before leaving to patrol the border. Ayame cowered in the corner of the sink as the steps got louder, her glazed over eyes darted back and forth until she was met with the blurry colors of her brother's auras.

Ayame was aware she wasn't really allowed to roam freely, one of the passing wolves must have informed her brothers she had left. She had been trying to get something to eat before they came, food easing the pain that came after they arrived. "Why are you down here?" She flinched as her brother Lian yanked her up by her arm, the bruise from yesterday a little too fresh. Ayame knew better than to answer them, whether she responded or not they were angry, but talking only enticed them more. She didn't understand why her brothers took their anger out on her before their parent's deaths they both were very loving to her. But now, even she blamed herself for their deaths. Her unresponsiveness graced her with a tight grip on her chin, she felt the pinch of her skin cutting. "So now your mute? You know you aren't welcome here, so why did you even bother coming downstairs?" Lian's words dropped like poison from his lips, and they cut deeper than any knife.

Ayame's eyes lowered and she thought maybe this time it'd be okay until he threw her against the lower cabinets. A sharp inhale came from her lips as she fell on the ground. She raised her head looking around despite her blin eyes until she saw another blurry aura aside from her brothers. It was Wyatt, she flinched inwardly.
 
A little later, Wyatt was chatting with some of the pack, accepting his well-deserved congratulations. He spotted Grayson and Evan with their sister. A blind werewolf, how embarrassing for the pack. His father hadn't sent her away, but maybe things could be different when he took over. Wandering over, he arched a brow at the brothers.

"Having fun without me?"

Walking over, he sent a kick at Ayame's side. At least she healed fast; it meant their fun was forever ongoing. "Shouldn't you be in the attic, the one we so graciously provide to you?"
 
Lian or Evan as the rest of the pack called him smiled and looked at Wyatt, "Never, we were just teaching her a lesson. We caught her trying to sneak out."

Ayame coughed groaning as she held onto her stomach, the pain was unbearable. Evan smirked and yanked her up by her hair as she tried to run, "She is just ungrateful. Such a disgrace. Grayson, throw her back upstairs." Looking at Ayame he frowned though she couldn't see it. Her eyes darted around trying to find something anything to place her vision on in the darkness. "Look's like they'll be no food for you thief, trying to escape the pack and disgrace our family name more." Evan tossed her back to the ground, Ayame hit the cabinet with a thud once more biting her lip to keep the pained groan silent.

Grayson kneed her one last time before dragging her up the stairs, Ayame could only hand her head and follow along.

Evan dropped his arm over Wyatt's shoulders, "So Alpha. Are you ready to be the real king of the pack tonight!?" Evan jeered and smirked excited.

When Ayame was finally thrown in her room she heard the door close with and click and held her legs to her chest. It would all be fine, that night her mate would come and save her. Out of everyone in this pack she only hoped that her mate would overcome the hate their pack held against her and come to love her, saving her from this hell.
 
Wyatt grinned a little, flexing his considerable muscles. Maybe he was a bit vain, but he had every reason to be! "I'm ready," he agreed, smirking as well. This was his birthright. Everything he had been born and raised for was finally coming to him. There was also a stirring, deep in the pit of his stomach. On top of becoming Alpha, something exciting was going to happen. He didn't know what it was, but he could feel it.

"Come on," he nudged Evan. "Let's go kill some time before the ceremony."
 
Evan smirked and nodded, "Of course. The party is going to be amazing, all the ladies from the pack will be there." Evan clapped his shoulder and kept walking. A little while after Grayson caught up with them.

~

Some time had passed since the morning, the light that had come bursting through the small window in the attic told Ayame it was night. The moonlight of the night ignited the heat. The heat was a phenomenon that occurred in female werewolves, it causing a warm sensation and released pheromones to the pack that allowed them to know she was now a woman and ready for her mate. Ayame could feel the warm sensation wash over her, but because of the pain, it only made it harder for her to breathe. She didn't understand what was happening but she hoped she could look for help.

The party had started in full swing, Wyatt's father Strix had gratefully stood him on the platform. "I'd like to congratulate my son, your new Alpha for all his hard work. May the moon goddess bless you and this pack in abundance." With that, a howl from every pack member resonated through the packhouse. Once his wrist had been marked by his father the party had begun. Evan walked over to Wyatt smirking, "So Alpha, what bountiful lass shall you be taking home tonight?"

Ayame opened her room door, the sweet smell of her pheromones drifted through the hair, the first one who would notice would be her mate. She clenched her hand to her chest and panted, it was hot and her chest was heavy. She only hoped she could find relief soon.
 
Wyatt stood tall and proud. This was everything he ever wanted.

"Oh," he started, glancing around. There were plenty of young wolves who would enjoy a chance with him, even if it was just for a night. "I haven't decided, yet." As he said this, a scent hit his nostrils. It pulled at him, called him deep within. His mate was here.

Straightening, his eyes scanned the party. Moving forward, he let his instincts lead him to her. His mate, the one he would love forever, the one who would be his and his alone... She wasn't close, but he could smell her coming closer. As far as he could tell, no one was missing from the party but maybe it was someone outside of the pack.
 
Ayame's nails tore at the paint that lined the walls, sweat beaded on her forehead tendrils of her hair sticking. This feeling was overwhelming her, panting she lifted her head. A scent hit her nostrils, musky but sweet, it smelled like the pine forest. Her eyes scanned the stairway for the sign of anyone. Ayame kept walking down the stairs, she could hear laughter below. The sounds were overwhelming for her sensitive ears and she slid down on the wall, the music drummed in her ears, and the laughter seemed all too close. Naturally, werewolves had heightened senses, but due to her blindness, her senses were even more developed. Ayame lifted her head letting the sweet smell hit her senses, 'Mate' that what her inner wolf screamed. Like a feral animal on the hunt, a low groan escaped her lips.

Evan watched Wyatt walk away from him and only shrugged walking into the party grabbing two lovely women to grace his presence.
 
The scent permeated the area. It was strong, intoxicating and Wyatt wanted nothing more than to find the source. He had a deep, burning need to meet his mate. It had never really bothered him before that he hadn't come across her. Not everyone met their mate, if they weren't around during heat. It couldn't have come on a more perfect day.

That was, until Wyatt remembered who had a birthday today. Who would be going into their first heat.

Letting out a low growl, Wyatt glanced around the area. He knew everyone who was here. A quick sniff of the air told him there weren't outsiders nearby. That meant it had to be someone in the pack. The only one who would be going into heat out of season would be someone on their nineteenth birthday.

Ayame.

Another growl, and Wyatt scanned the party until he spotted Cassandra. She was pretty, a bit wild, and would be devoted. She would make a far better mate and pack leader than a blind, broken wolf. He didn't even ask, throwing Cassandra over his shoulder as he headed for his room. His senses were filled with matematemate, but he ignored them. He had to break their bond before he risked cementing it.
 
Ayame felt the smell get stronger and then fade away almost as quickly as it appeared. Ayame heard footsteps and tore her gaze from the ceiling to the direction she heard the steps in. She identified the aura but was too much in pain to match the aura with a proper identity. It was Gregory, he had spotted her and before she decided to step in a ruin the festivities he decided he would take action. He saw the sweat that beaded her face, she was sick, or at least looked it. He frowned at her and yanked her up by her arm which gained him a yelp in response.

Ayame's wolf roared in her head, 'Mate mine. Mate near. Must get my mate." Of course, Ayame herself was far too weak to fight against her brother let alone move. She was tossed in her room and she curled into a ball panting heavily, her chest was burning the more time that passed the stronger her pheromones got.
 
Ignoring the call and tug that demanded he go to his mate, Wyatt focused on the woman that now lay before him. She was pretty. Given a chance, he might have picked her for his mate, but now? She just happened to be the first woman in his path when he realized what was happening. It could have been anyone but Ayame, and he would have been happy at this point.

Cassandra batted her eyes up at him, and with a low growl, he took her cementing Cassandra as his mate and breaking whatever bond was driving him toward Ayame.
 
Ayame's scream wouldn't be heard through the hall's her voice was a raspy whisper compared to the loud music, her throat was dry and she felt as though her chest might explode. A searing pain ran up her spine that caused her voice to go silent. A tear escaped from her eyes, he had rejected her. An image flooded in her vision behind her eyelids, Wyatt kissing Cassandra, the picture shattered behind her eyes. Wyatt had been her mate, and Wyatt had rejected her.

Ayame silently cried, the bond-breaking was like someone burning off your skin. She bit her lip so hard it bled but she knew no one would hear her even if she screamed, she faded in and out of consciousness. How much time passed she had no clue. Her wolf had gone all but silent, like a dog trapped in a cage.

Now that the bond between mates was rejected her pheromones reached not only Wyatt but every male in the pack other than her brothers. It was like moths drawn to flames. The males in the pack sniffed the air, the only males that couldn't have been affected were the ones that were already mated, that did not include Wyatt due to their former connection. Ayame groaned and held herself tight in a ball, the ringing in her ears was far too loud for her to hear the footsteps o the pack men approaching, she only hoped that someone might come to save her and end her misery. But even she knew her wishes were given to empty air.

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The next morning came like a blur to her, she could barely move, her body in an amount of pain that was abnormal even for her. No one came to see her that morning, for that she was grateful. She didn't bother getting up that morning, there was no will she had to move. The next few days passed the same, occasionally someone would open the door to see if she was there and yell at her for being useless, she could barely move away from their hands and had no energy to fight. She was tired of this place, would anyone even notice if she left? It wasn't like anyone wanted her in the pack, to begin with. Running away and dying in the wild seemed a better death than by her hands. She had no ties to the pack, her own mate had rejected her. Ayame had no idea how many days had passed since her birthday, between her swollen eye and fading in and out of consciousness she hadn't kept track with notches in the wall.

Ayame decided that she would run, there was nothing for her here. Forcing her body to move she got up, her legs were in agony but she knew she had to move. Her wolf had been all but silent since that day. Opening the door to her room she listened, the packhouse was silent. They just have gone hunting, which meant it had been around a week since her birthday. She held onto the wall and shuffled her way to the stairs, holding onto the railing Ayame use her feet as her guide dow the stairs. Not being able to sense anything scared her, but she had lived with this sickness since birth she would manage.

She shuffled her way through the packhouse using her hands to guide her, occasionally bumping into the chairs and tables that surrounded the area. When she finally felt the smooth mahogany of the front door she turned the knob and the feeling of sunlight hit her, she hadn't felt the sun in a long time. Holding her arms out in front of her she walked out of the packhouse and made her way far away from her old life, not bothering to look back.

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Ayame had been walking for what seemed like forever to her. She had managed not to hurt herself too much in the forest. The sound of leaves and the crunch between her bare feet helped her move through the forest without bumping into that many trees. It was like an echo-location radar for her. Ayame was growing tired, she was hungry, thirsty, and the pain from her body was causing every move to make her muscles ache. She wondered if anyone had noticed she left, though she doubted it. Her ears tuned in on the sound of water, a river perhaps?

Ayame stumbled her way towards the river until the sound grew louder, she knelt on the ground and used her hands to find her way until she felt the cool of liquid between her fingers. She cupped her hands scooping water into her mouth greedily. She felt like crying, maybe, for now, she could stop and rest a bit. After taking a few more gulps of clean water she laid in the grass and closed her eyes, drifting off to sleep.
 
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Afterward, Wyatt regretted his hasty choice in mate. It was still better than Ayame -- anything was at this point, honestly -- but he'd been blinded by hormones and rage, and now he was stuck with...

Cassandra.

She could barely hold a conversation, and now this was his mate for life. The morning after his party, he lay there staring at the ceiling as Cassandra lie beside him with arm and leg draped over his torso. Then again, there were worse mates to have. Cassandra was at least easy on the eyes, and would, hopefully, make a good pack mother.

...

The days passed and he didn't bother visiting Ayame. Normally, he wouldn't mind dropping in on her and getting a few good kicks in for fun, but now he couldn't even stand to look at her. Not to mention, he had about a dozen other things to attend to now that he was pack leader.

When word came to him that Ayame was gone, there was a simultaneous feeling of relief and anger. Relief that they no longer had the burden of the blind wolf, but there was also anger at the betrayal. She had been a member of the pack, and she had walked out on all of them, turned her back on the pack. It offended a deep sense of pride in Wyatt.

He was an Alpha; how dare she turn away from the pack?

...

Harley was running through the woods when he smelled it. Skidding to a stop on all four paws, he sniffed the air, heading in that direction. It wasn't often that a person came across a lone wolf. Usually, they were dangerous from not living without a pack, but this one smelled more like misery than anything.

It was about fifteen minutes before he stumbled across the girl. A lone wolf was rare; a female lone wolf was even more so. There was no pack scent. Either she didn't have a pack, or she'd broken off from hers. Maybe they had abandoned her. He sniffed around her. The poor thing was beaten up and abused.

Shifting back to his human form, Harley regarded her for a long moment. With a sigh, he came to a decision and scooped the unconscious girl up in his arms, carrying her back to their neighborhood. It was a gated community, with most of the pack living with their parents until they were mated, and then moving out to another house within the neighborhood. It allowed for a sense of community, while also giving everyone a bit of freedom and privacy. Harley, as Alpha, lived in the largest house. It had several guest rooms and was designed for entertaining as all of the pack meetings, parties, and other events happened here. This is where he took Ayame, calling for their healer after she was settled in one of the guest rooms.

The healer, Kenneth, applied salve to Ayame's wounds. His wife brought a broth to help her regain her strength, though they had to wait for her to wake to get her to drink. When Ayame finally did wake, it was just Harley in the room, sitting in the corner chair, reading a book.
 
Ayame's sleep was riddled with darkness and the voices that constantly assaulted her, she had been far too tired from the pain to notice someone pick her up. When she finally pulled herself from her nightmare her eyes flew open to end the dream. She looked around trying to find a sign of aura, anything really to help her find out where she was. Ayame sat up slowly using her hands to feel her surroundings, thin fabric, a sheet. She tensed up her heart rate quickened, she wasn't in the forest. Her glazed over clear bluish-white eyes frantically looked around trying to find something, anything for her eyes to settle on. Someone had taken her either back to her pack, or worse someone else. Ayame winced as her side began to ache, she was sure it was bruised or a rib had been broken. Taking a small breath she tried to calm herself using her other senses to get a feel of her surroundings.

Wolf, someone was in the room, because her eye was cut and swollen making it hard for her to see auras around her. The smell of the wolf didn't smell like anyone from her pack, but that didn't mean they weren't a threat. "W-who's t-there. W-where am I?" Her voice was a small raspy whisper and it shook with every word she spoke. Not talking for so long had made her voice weak and small. The aching pain that she had felt before she slept had eased, had they helped her? Her face scrunched up as she tried to piece together what had happened. Not being able to see anything including aura was a lot scarier to her. It meant she knew nothing besides what she could see feel and smell.
 
When she started to stir, Harley sat up, moving slowly to her side. "You're alright," he said, voice calm as he crouched beside her bed to kneel on the floor. Now that she was awake, he could see that her eyes couldn't focus on anything. She was blind.

It made sense, possibly, why her pack had then abandoned her. A lot of packs were like that, abandoning their weakest member. It was sickening.

"You're safe," Harley promised, gently taking her hand and threading their fingers to squeeze her hand. "I found you in the woods, and you looked pretty injured, so I brought you back to my house. My pack has been caring for you while you recovered. I have some soup here if you're hungry." He knew that she must be overwhelmed, but he wanted to show that she was safe as soon as possible. For some reason, he already couldn't bear the thought of her leaving.
 
The smell of the man got stronger, Ayame flinched when he spoke. Her hands gripped the sheets under them as her body tensed. Her senses were on high alert, a male's voice. But, on closer observation, she noticed he didn't smell like her pack. That didn't mean she was safe. Her line of thinking had cased her to space out until he spoke and threaded his fingers through her own. Her body started shaking, fear was a terrible thing. And she had been breed full of it.

When she heard she was found in the woods she bit her lip, they had taken care of her. Why? Her brain just wasn't processing what they wanted from her in exchange. At the mention of food, her stomach replied with a loud growl. Ayame flushed, as much as a person of her health could, and her eyes looked around. She wished she could see the auras, it would show her his hostility. If he held any, his hand was warm. And even though she was riddled with fear and shaking she had yet to move it away. "S-safe..." Ayame's words were merely a whisper to herself but it resulted in tears flowing from her eyes. She sat there staring off in the direction she believed the voice to be and tears spilled from her eyes.

The memories of the many nights before hit her like a truck. It was then she noticed the dull aching in her sides and her face. Ayame had spent so much time trying to become numb she hadn't noticed it since she woke. It was then she recalled those final nights after her birthday, she snatched her hand from his and held it to her chest.
 
He nodded in confirmation. "Safe," he promised in a low voice. Frowning a little as she snatched her hand away, Harley took the hint and took a few steps back. "The soup is here," he tapped the side table where the bowl was to get her attention. "I'm going to step out and send a healer in to help you." It was clear that the woman was uncomfortable with his presence, and she needed to rest if she was going to get better. Rubbing the back of his neck, he rocked on his feet. "If you need anything, just ask," he said finally stepping out of the room.

A moment later an older woman bustled into the room, pulling open the curtains so there was a bit of light, and straightening up. "I should have been here when you woke up, but no he insisted on keeping an eye on you himself. Stubborn, stubborn man." She headed over to Ayame's side, "I'm going to take your hand now," she offered, "and help you sit up, okay?"

She waited to see if Ayame would agree. If so, she'd help her into a sitting position and fluff the pillows up behind her so she could sit comfortably. If not, then she'd let Ayame pull herself up, hovering close by just in case.
 
Ayame heard his steps retreat and turned her ears to the sound of tapping, the table was to her left. When he spoke of sending a healer in she chose not to respond and only gripped her arm tighter in her palm. A healer? Since when had anyone taken the time to do something like that for her before? Her pack would rather have her bleed to death rather than help her, the only time the had healed her was when she was on the brink of death. Only to bring her back and beat her to being within an inch of her life again. Ayame let out a small breath of relief when she heard his steps fade and the door close. Turning to the left she reached her hands out and carefully moved her fingers until they grazed the cool feeling of the bowl. She carefully lifted the bowl to her lips, of course, it had spilled slightly from her shaky hands but there was nothing she could do about that at the moment. She drank the soup hungrily and finished it in a matter of minutes.

As she sat the bowl back on the table, using her hand to guide her so she didn't break it, she heard heavy footsteps followed by the sound of the curtains being pulled apart. Ayame flinched and her body tensed again, as she heard the woman speak. She forced herself to relax at least a little as the woman walked towards her. Her head tilted when the woman said the man insisted on staying by her side. Did she mean the man before? Why would he want to stay by her side, Ayame could only think of the worst outcome and she clenched the sheets. Ayame's gaze looked around for something to focus on once more as the woman walked closer to her.

When she was stood she was going to be helped Ayame nodded slowly, "O-okay." She had learned a long time ago that no was not a word that her life favored. She allowed the woman to help her sit up listening to the woman's hands bounce of the pillows, Ayame laid back. It was comfortable aside from the aching pain. Ayame noted that the woman sounded older, she had only ever been around people her own age if not a tad older like her brothers. But, the adults in the pack had either been killed off in the rouge attacks or held no interest in a blind wolf. "W-where am I?"
 
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