"There are three Natures within this world that people may fit under. These natures can be roused or woken from near-death experiences, stress or the discovery of their chosen mate. Each Nature is based on personality and personal ability. A person's nature cannot be changed or controlled.
The first Nature of that of the Alpha. They are naturally commanding people that feel at ease in large crowds, or when speaking before an audience. They hold a natural air of authority, and can compel an Omega who is in heat with the usage of tone range. An honorable Alpha will not do such a thing, as to compel an Omega without consent is both rape and theft, first of the mind and then of the body. Those that do compel an Omega usually do so only with their chosen mate, although exceptions have been made in the past - some do it to help friends or family relax, or to warn off other Alphas. In the case of using it against other Alphas, it becomes a fight between souls, rather than bodies. The stronger soul will emerge as victorious, and the lesser soul will be forced aside.
"Alphas are also the most obedient of the three Natures, constantly protecting and caring for those within their family, or those that meet their high standards. An Omega's empathy can call to an Alpha's obedient nature, making them a valuable weapon for the Omega. They are respectful and polite, and usually the first to take a step onto the battlefield. They can be stubborn, lazy or arrogant, and hold a danger of having a much shorter fuse than the other two Natures.
The second Nature is that of the Beta. Betas are the grey area between the black of the Alpha and the white of the Omega. They are the rarest of the three Natures, and those that hold them are usually highly sought after. Betas are stubborn, demanding and intelligent, usually best put in areas of high security or knowledge. They can be flexible in their methods, and act as a sort of divergence or backup on the battle field, rather than active attacker. If life they can be willful, yearning towards things that they can't achieve and seeking greater riches. They can be greedy, obnoxious and sometimes lackluster. They have no particular ability.
The third Nature is that of Omega. Those of this nature are usually empathetic and sensible, and can hold a charm of their own that often lures Alphas in. As most Omegas are delicate of body, they are watched over and cared for greatly, being as they are also the life-givers of the three. Omegas come into their first "heat", an ability that is much like a woman's period, once every moon. Every Omega is bound to a different moon cycle.
The cycle cannot be put off or disrupted, but the heat can be pushed down through the means of certain drugs. These drugs must be refused once an Omega becomes pregnant, or they could risk the child's life. Young Omegas who come into their first heat are often volatile and dangerous, and are usually aided by older Omegas who know the burn and can be spared the furious wrath of the younger's temper. It is unwise to pit an Alpha against a younger Omega during his first heat, as the scent of a virgin Omega will often drive the Alpha into a near-berserk frenzy, and the scent of the Alpha will in turn enrage the Omega, causing a bloody mating if it does occur.
It is usually wise to sedate an Omega during his first heat, and provide them with all they desire, keeping them in a comfortable environment with two or three other Omegas to talk to. There are those who can resist the call of the heat, and will dissuade matings through the usage of active violence. For those who are paired with such an Omega, a different approach is usually necessary. If they are truly stubborn and insist on putting themselves on the battlefield, it is best they be used only as healers or assistants, instead of active combatants, particularly if they are going through heat."
- Journal of Malik Al-Sayf, page 5.
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It took Desmond all but a minute to hear and recognize the words, to realize that Templars were coming for them, and he was in heat, and ... and...
"I've got to do something." He snapped on his hidden blade and pulled the sleeve over it, reaching for a black jacket to go over the hoodie, striding towards the door with purpose, only to be snagged a second later and dragged back. "Wh-what the heck Shaun, let me go!"
Shaun snarled at him, ignoring the order as he dragged the younger man back into place, Rebecca and Lucy already rushing around in an effort to pack everything up before the Templars reached the place. "What in the name of the bloody Queen of England do you think you're doing, Miles?"
"I'm stopping the Templars, what does it look like I'm doing? Now let me go, damn it!"
Shaun's grip tightened on his arm; Desmond yanked it away anyhow. "In case you have forgotten you little twat, you are still in heat. Meaning that every beta out there will smell you-- there's nothing to be done! We just need to pack up and--"
"No," Desmond argued back calmly, feeling something inside him shift, nudging against his being. "I need to do this, Shaun. I can look after myself."
Shaun's pupils were blown, eyes nearly solidly black. He couldn't seem to make up his mind whether to be angry or attracted. "Desmond you git, if you go out there--"
"I won't be found out. Please, just trust me on this, okay? You and Lucy and Rebecca can still pack up and leave if you want, and if you come back in fifteen minutes and the Templars are still here, you can leave without me. But I have to do this. For god's sake Shaun, that's what you put me in the Animus for!"
It took every bit of Shaun's willpower not to grab the ignorant fool and drag him back as he stepped out the door again, disappearing down the hall. He wanted to follow the tugging inside him, follow Desmond and make sure things end up alright, but at the same time his logical side was screaming that Desmond is an assassin, he isn't, and he and the others needed to bail before the Templars showed up and fucked everything to pieces.
/If you let him go, they'll destroy him./
A sick feeling washed over Shaun's mind, and in that instant he knew he couldn't leave the bloody wanker that had charged out into the fray without a second thought alone. He needed to follow and provide back up. Even if it might get him killed.
Shaun dug into his desk for his gun, grabbed his jacket and followed Desmond outside.
FILL: The Best Sort of Death 7/?
The first Nature of that of the Alpha. They are naturally commanding people that feel at ease in large crowds, or when speaking before an audience. They hold a natural air of authority, and can compel an Omega who is in heat with the usage of tone range. An honorable Alpha will not do such a thing, as to compel an Omega without consent is both rape and theft, first of the mind and then of the body. Those that do compel an Omega usually do so only with their chosen mate, although exceptions have been made in the past - some do it to help friends or family relax, or to warn off other Alphas. In the case of using it against other Alphas, it becomes a fight between souls, rather than bodies. The stronger soul will emerge as victorious, and the lesser soul will be forced aside.
"Alphas are also the most obedient of the three Natures, constantly protecting and caring for those within their family, or those that meet their high standards. An Omega's empathy can call to an Alpha's obedient nature, making them a valuable weapon for the Omega. They are respectful and polite, and usually the first to take a step onto the battlefield. They can be stubborn, lazy or arrogant, and hold a danger of having a much shorter fuse than the other two Natures.
The second Nature is that of the Beta. Betas are the grey area between the black of the Alpha and the white of the Omega. They are the rarest of the three Natures, and those that hold them are usually highly sought after. Betas are stubborn, demanding and intelligent, usually best put in areas of high security or knowledge. They can be flexible in their methods, and act as a sort of divergence or backup on the battle field, rather than active attacker. If life they can be willful, yearning towards things that they can't achieve and seeking greater riches. They can be greedy, obnoxious and sometimes lackluster. They have no particular ability.
The third Nature is that of Omega. Those of this nature are usually empathetic and sensible, and can hold a charm of their own that often lures Alphas in. As most Omegas are delicate of body, they are watched over and cared for greatly, being as they are also the life-givers of the three. Omegas come into their first "heat", an ability that is much like a woman's period, once every moon. Every Omega is bound to a different moon cycle.
The cycle cannot be put off or disrupted, but the heat can be pushed down through the means of certain drugs. These drugs must be refused once an Omega becomes pregnant, or they could risk the child's life. Young Omegas who come into their first heat are often volatile and dangerous, and are usually aided by older Omegas who know the burn and can be spared the furious wrath of the younger's temper. It is unwise to pit an Alpha against a younger Omega during his first heat, as the scent of a virgin Omega will often drive the Alpha into a near-berserk frenzy, and the scent of the Alpha will in turn enrage the Omega, causing a bloody mating if it does occur.
It is usually wise to sedate an Omega during his first heat, and provide them with all they desire, keeping them in a comfortable environment with two or three other Omegas to talk to. There are those who can resist the call of the heat, and will dissuade matings through the usage of active violence. For those who are paired with such an Omega, a different approach is usually necessary. If they are truly stubborn and insist on putting themselves on the battlefield, it is best they be used only as healers or assistants, instead of active combatants, particularly if they are going through heat."
- Journal of Malik Al-Sayf, page 5.
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It took Desmond all but a minute to hear and recognize the words, to realize that Templars were coming for them, and he was in heat, and ... and...
"I've got to do something." He snapped on his hidden blade and pulled the sleeve over it, reaching for a black jacket to go over the hoodie, striding towards the door with purpose, only to be snagged a second later and dragged back. "Wh-what the heck Shaun, let me go!"
Shaun snarled at him, ignoring the order as he dragged the younger man back into place, Rebecca and Lucy already rushing around in an effort to pack everything up before the Templars reached the place. "What in the name of the bloody Queen of England do you think you're doing, Miles?"
"I'm stopping the Templars, what does it look like I'm doing? Now let me go, damn it!"
Shaun's grip tightened on his arm; Desmond yanked it away anyhow. "In case you have forgotten you little twat, you are still in heat. Meaning that every beta out there will smell you-- there's nothing to be done! We just need to pack up and--"
"No," Desmond argued back calmly, feeling something inside him shift, nudging against his being. "I need to do this, Shaun. I can look after myself."
Shaun's pupils were blown, eyes nearly solidly black. He couldn't seem to make up his mind whether to be angry or attracted. "Desmond you git, if you go out there--"
"I won't be found out. Please, just trust me on this, okay? You and Lucy and Rebecca can still pack up and leave if you want, and if you come back in fifteen minutes and the Templars are still here, you can leave without me. But I have to do this. For god's sake Shaun, that's what you put me in the Animus for!"
It took every bit of Shaun's willpower not to grab the ignorant fool and drag him back as he stepped out the door again, disappearing down the hall. He wanted to follow the tugging inside him, follow Desmond and make sure things end up alright, but at the same time his logical side was screaming that Desmond is an assassin, he isn't, and he and the others needed to bail before the Templars showed up and fucked everything to pieces.
/If you let him go, they'll destroy him./
A sick feeling washed over Shaun's mind, and in that instant he knew he couldn't leave the bloody wanker that had charged out into the fray without a second thought alone. He needed to follow and provide back up. Even if it might get him killed.
Shaun dug into his desk for his gun, grabbed his jacket and followed Desmond outside.