A/N:
Here is something I couldn't get out of my head.
Let me know how you like it!
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The screen darkens and you hear a loud rhythmic thump, faint at first and getting louder as a light illuminates first a set of black bicker boots leading up a loose pair of well fitting carpenter jeans, low hung on the hip allowing for the muscled V of a male pelvis on a dangerously dark russet carved body.
The reveal continues up a chiseled chest and finally revealing a serious squared jaw and intense obsidian eyes.
The male specimen stands alone in a spotlight, in the center of the obscure stage before he begins to speak.
His speech begins as the camera slowly closes in on him.
"Snow. Rain pour. Hail or shine. We keep running around the forest...working hard on keeping you safe."
He turns to the camera in a face closeup.
"My name is Paul...and I am one of the Quileute Wolf Pack. We serve people like you."