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Dominic Black<br/>​</div>Ten years was an incredibly long time to the average human being-- Lucky enough, he wasn't and neither were his boys. Thomas and Daniel managed to grow up into normal, well adjusted young men, and Dominic somehow survived Daniel's early teen years. The tears, the blood, the claws, the teeth-- always usually ended up sunk into his flesh, somewhere. He bared and grinned it, took it all in complete stride, all in an effort to turn these two orphaned kids into <i>his</i> children. Somewhere along the way, it did happen-- They became Dominic Black's kids, not just the two orphans he adopted under mysterious circumstances that used to live across the street. Not that anyone in the neighborhood remembered the drama that played out in the house just catty cornered to his own home.<br/>
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Even his family accepted them. Which had been a huge surprise with the taboo feelings about White Wolves, more specially over Thomas, who turned out to be more like Dominic than anyone would have realized ten some odd years ago. Daniel was of another matter-- pretty typical Wolf. Timber in coat color, and as he aged through his adolescent years and became an adult, found he had the temperment of a Timber as well. Though, Thomas turned out to have the body of a White Wolf, without the devastating temperament. He was a kitten in a wolf's fuzz and extremely sensitive.<br/>
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But nothing stopped Dominic Black from thinking about Judas Jones. Nothing. Each and every time Dominic ran into the man, or had to ask for something for the boy's, Dominic was reminded just how fucked up Judas had him in the head. He Loathed him for the lies, but Craved him for how he could silence the wolf behind Dominic's Crystal blue eyes. Judas Jones could create stillness in his mind with a well placed tinge of pain, or make him howl like a Wild Wolf in heat with a stroke of his hand on his skin. He leashed him and unmanned Dominic all while keeping calm and collected. But like anything else in life, one had to weigh the pros and the cons-- Dominic considered that maybe, he'd made a horrible mistake.<br/>
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Everytime his blue eyes landed on Judas' face, he was reminded how much in love with him he still was.<br/>
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God knew, Dominic tried-- He tried to move on with his life, tried to find someone with less than a criminal record that could rival Charles Manson. No, no one had the <i>Magic</i>. The perfect way Judas made the wolf <i>Silent</i>. And when the wolf was silent, Dominic was a better man for it. It ate away at him. Destroyed him on the inside, destroyed the Wolf until it just slowly stopped moving on its own. Seemed to curl up into a dark devoid corner of his mind and became passive. The Wolf, like the man, recognized Judas for what he could have been-- the perfect mate.<br/>
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Dominic pulled in-- The unmarked black NYPD sedan's engine cut off, Dominic crawled his long legged self out of the driver seat, gathered his things, and headed into the house. As soon as he opened the front door, the scent slammed into him. Expensive men's cologne-- <i>Judas Jones</i>. Dominic closed the front door behind him, he wondered exactly what had brought Judas out to play this early in the afternoon. They hadn't spoken to one another in quite awhile. Not since Thomas' high school graduation. Even then, Judas hadn't stuck around too long, only long enough to show Thomas he showed up and Thomas had been more than a little heart broken "Pop" hadn't stuck around to say 'hello'.<br/>
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As he made his way through the front of the house, Dominic noted Judas was sitting in his favorite chair. Not much had changed, Dominic wasn't into interior decorating, other than to replace items the Boy's destroyed throughout the years. The couch, a few coffee tables, and more than one smart T.V.<br/>
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He stopped at kitchen island, dropped off his briefcase, pulled his side arm off, and his badge-- "So what do I owe this unexpected visit?" Dominic had nearly a foot of height on Judas, he tilted his head to stare down into his face, "I don't remember you ever makin' house calls before..." His hand rose to remove the Ray Ban's from his face and he pushed them upward to sit neatly on the top of his head, pushing his long bangs out of his face.<br/>
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His attire remained fairly the same, painted on bootcut jeans, an old pair of boots, and a t-shirt. Beyond the length of his hair, nothing notable had changed about the man outside of his hands, his face were starting to show age, wear, and tear. Dominic just looked the same but worn out and tired.<br/>
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