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built my house out of sails and wood.

Who: Edward Little & Konstantin Veshnyakov + you!
What: plotted threads with Jhey's boatman & spaceman
When: the months of August, September, & October
Where: various places in Milton / possibly Lakeside

burned it down and it's gone for good
sputnik: โ€” ๐‘บ๐‘ท๐‘ผ๐‘ป๐‘ต๐‘ฐ๐‘ฒ (ษช แด‹ษดแดแดก สแดแดœ'ส€แด‡ สŸแดษดแด‡สŸส แด›แดแด)

โ€” ๐Ÿ’ซ

[personal profile] sputnik 2024-08-01 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)

โ–  โ€” threads for KONSTANTIN VESHNYAKOV
pacificator: (moon-touched  โ€” into the woods)

cw: hunting, animal death, blood

[personal profile] pacificator 2024-08-03 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As a human, itโ€™s easier to ignore certain urges, certain needs. Wolves donโ€™t understand the complicated mathematics of interpersonal relationships and the ghosts of rejections long since past. The thing she feels and ignores and does her best not to realize as a human is a gnawing, gaping hole in her wolf belly: sheโ€™s alone, and she doesnโ€™t want to be. A wolf needs her pack.

Her human mind still controls her, so she can rise above the instinct to simply sniff out and find companions, but itโ€™s a constant pressure on her thoughts, along with the desire to hunt. It feelsโ€ฆ wrong, being alone, and thereโ€™s a long moment where she turns her nose toward Lakeside, feeling the tug of Tommy there in the cabin. She could lope there in half the time it usually takes her, maybe less, could find him and spend a few days there and remind herself that she has a pack, small though it might be. She has people here sheโ€™s loyal to, people sheโ€™d do anything for.

All of this is a continual low buzz in the back of her thoughts as she tracks down and pounces on a ptarmigan. It flutters wildly before it dies, batting her sensitive nose with its wings until she crunches down and her mouth fills with hot blood and feathers. Sheโ€™s still not sated after the lean weeks back in June; she eats delicately, but finishes the whole bird and licks her chops afterward.

The scent of blood is still in her nose as she moves through the forest and back toward her cabin, but it isnโ€™t cloying enough to fully cover a new smell โ€” new, but somehow familiar, salt and warmth and the scent of wet dog lifting on a crisp breeze through the woods long before she finds the source.

The enormous black wolf looks about twice her size, although on second glance she thinks a good third of that impression is simply due to his thick black coat. Despite its size, it looks like itโ€™s cringing away from shadows on the ground, ears flat and tail down. She takes a few steps forward, her own ears perked up, curious, lifting her nose to scent the breeze while her eyes โ€” the same clear pale gray-blue as always โ€” stay locked on the other animal. ]
Edited 2024-08-03 19:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-08-03 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The wolf that barrels past him is his opposite in many ways: light grey in colour, lean and fast and comfortable in this body. She's got a little bit of blood in the fur around her muzzle, and is wearing a little red nylon backpack, altered to clip around her chest.

Fully fuelled from her snack earlier, Chloe had just been running to enjoy the moonlight, but stops abruptly at the sight of another wolf, especially one who looks so troubled.

She sits and tilts her head, staring at him with grey eyes. Who are you?
friendsfordinner: (quietly plan that mutiny)

[personal profile] friendsfordinner 2024-08-04 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
He's not alone in the slightest. The first thing Little sees is a rabbit running for it's life. The second thing he sees is a small gray wolf tears through the forest, chasing the rabbit. But as the smaller wolf spots the larger one, he skids to a stop, looking at the other wolf, growling in a 'back the fuck off' sort of way.

Based on the blood on Hickey's muzzle, this isn't the first animal he's killed this evening. But he wants to make sure this other animal knows what's what. This is his prey, this is his area, this new whoever this is , he's not going to fuck with Hickey.

This new...whoever that smells weirdly familiar. Huh. He's met this wolf before, hasn't he?
bigbaddy: (001)

[personal profile] bigbaddy 2024-08-04 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not that uncommon for Bigby to be out at night. It helps when he's really never capable of sleeping through the night anyway - an old habit from back home that has stuck around here, it seems - and if he can't sleep, then there's no use sitting around in a chair waiting to fall asleep. Instead he goes out, contemplating turning into a wolf and running around for a while that way until he might feel tired enough to go back home and let sleep claim him.

Before he can make a decision on that though, something else grabs the man's attention. It's not all that strange to hear animal sounds in town, but it's not often that he hears whines like these. It almost sounds like a wounded animal, or like something that's trying to lure him in on purpose by making those wounds.

If the latter was going on, then it sure was working. Because Bigby frowns when he hears the sounds and starts moving in the direction where he can hear them coming from. It's hard to spot the dark form against the treeline at first, but when he gets a little closer, he is capable of spotting a faint outline of something that looks like.. a wolf?

A wolf making those sounds?

There's a few quick connections being made inside of Bigby's head, and he lets out a sigh before he speaks up, raising his voice enough for the creature to hear. ]


Listen, I don't know who from town is hiding out here. [ He can't recognize the wolf, after all. It's hard enough to match a wolf form with someone's human form unless you've seen them transform before, and in this darkness it's certainly not an easier feat.

But he can tell it's got to be one of the people who gained this new ability from the Aurora. No ordinary wolf would make those sounds in these circumstances. It doesn't even seem like there's something going on worth whining about.

Bigby figures it's likely someone who has either forgotten how to turn back, or can't quite figure it out by themselves. ]


But just get your ass over here.
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-08-08 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
It's Chloeโ€™s turn to startle a little. This one is like her, but so tense and afraid.

She walks slowly toward him, head lowered - mean no harm - then presses her nose against his side, searching. Scared. Hurt?
friendsfordinner: (i am affronted!!)

[personal profile] friendsfordinner 2024-08-10 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh good Lord, he now knows who that wolf is. Hickey would recognize that strain of pathetic overwhelmed inaction anywhere! The wolf sits down and whines and everything just clicks in Hickey's head. It's Little. It's got to be Little. The Darkwalker or that woman or whoever has seen fit to give Little the same gift as it gave Hickey.

Honestly, that's not really fair? It's not like Little knows what to do with this. He certainly doesn't deserve this the way that Hickey does. But Hickey keeps that to himself for the moment.

Instead, he walks towards the other wolf, not even bothering to lower his head. That's right, he's the boss, he's in charge, better represent. He keeps staring down Little, as if trying to cow him, to make him retreat even further. Because if Hickey gets close enough to Little, he will absolutely try to bully the other wolf. And his form of bullying takes the form of a tackle as he attempts to just knock Little to the ground.
pacificator: (moon-touched  โ€” into the woods)

we gettin off the struggle bus, kids!

[personal profile] pacificator 2024-09-03 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Instead of rocking up to challenge her, the enormous black wolf โ€” seriously, it's almost as big as Bigby's wolf form โ€” cringes away, head and tail both low as it moves awkwardly backwards, paws leaving deep divots in the snow. She sniffs, catching that same slightly familiar scent, and moves forward with an easy lupine grace that mimics her hip-swinging swagger as a human.

Step by step she comes closer, ears up and clear eyes bright and interested, sniffing at the air, at the eddies the other wolf leaves in it. It isn't only the scent that's familiar; it's the anxious way the other wolf tries to curl in on itself, shuffling its feet and lowering its head. Even the thick black fur taps at something back in her human mind; she can almost imagine how it would feel, soft and rough at the same time, under her fingers.

Wynonna ignores his cowering and comes close enough to dip her own head and nudge at his muzzle with hers, more curious than friendly. What's your deal, dude? ]
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[personal profile] desperate_times_right 2024-09-04 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Scared and hungryโ€ฆ it makes Chloe ache a bit in a place that in this body she can't name. That's how everyone had felt during The Bad Thing, and she doesn't want that again.

But during The Bad Thing there were no rabbits, and there are rabbits now! She can help him.

Chloe runs two delighted circles around the other wolf. Hungry? Hunt! I can show you.
friendsfordinner: (jesus take the wheel)

[personal profile] friendsfordinner 2024-09-04 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
What the hell is this? Rolling over? Baring your throat? What sort of coward's move is this? And acting subservient as well, before that? Hickey's mortally offended. Shows how useful Crozier's lieutenants were! Shows how Crozier can't see what's useful, more willing to put time and effort into these useless men than someone who actually takes initiative!

Hickey trots over towards Little, standing over him and looking down at the man. He moves his head down and opens his jaw to place Little's throat between his teeth. But Hickey doesn't do anything. He doesn't bite down, he doesn't rip his throat out, even though he's very tempted to do so, one more obstacle out of the way, one less thing to worry about. This is just a power play. Just a move to show Little that in the grand scheme of things? He's nothing.

Hickey lingers for a moment, teeth brushing against Little's jaw, before he steps back, not leaving a scratch. Instead, he just fuckin' tackles the wolf again, trying to push him into doing something. Come on! You're no fun if you just roll over and accept it!
bigbaddy: (003)

KJHGKJHDF i'm so sorry, little.. bigby like "wow, look at that, most pathetic wolf i've ever seen"

[personal profile] bigbaddy 2024-09-06 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even with the animal now closer to him, Bigby still can't quite tell who it is. It's not any of the people he's seen as wolves, which does narrow it down, but.. then again, the people he knows are wolves aren't exactly the type to display this sort of behavior, not even towards him.

Still, he is sure it's a transformed human. No ordinary wolf would act this way. Though it does make him wonder who from town would even react like this in the first place.. Are they just distressed because of the wolf situation in general?

As Bigby thinks about it, he exhales a breath deep enough to be a sigh - he knows he's not good at this, not good at the whole gentle thing - and kneels down in the snow to be on a more even level with the wolf. ]


You're not stuck. [ That's got to be it, right. This person doesn't know how to transform back. Why else would a wolf just.. look this pathetic.. ] All you have to do is think about being a human, and you'll turn back into one. It's not that hard.

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