singillatim | awooooooo werewolves of milton

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Who: open to all, with a special focus on #TeamMoonTouched
What: let's all get together and be a proper pack
When: forward dated slightly to late January/early February
Where: Milton, in and around the church to start with.
Content Warnings: n/a, will edit as needed

The day after the storm clears out, Hickey tacks up a note on the community hall message board. Ever since Raylan mentioned the idea of all those wolf-changed getting together to form a pack, to take down a deer or a moose in a communal hunt, it hasn't left Hickey's mind. There's at least four of them here, probably more. That's enough. They could absolutely take down a moose. They just need to get to know each other, figure each other out, and become more in-touch as a pack. Easy enough, yeah?

So he puts up his notice. And the evening of the meeting, Hickey gets his little soiree set up. He does have food: rabbit jerky, a few jars of pickled vegetables, bottles of water and a bottle of pine wine, all set out on a table he dragged out and placed near the pews. (He's a good host, dammit). The set-up is very informal: it's a place where everybody can chit-chat and get to know each other at the start. Gotta make sure everyone is comfortable before he makes his proposal, after all.

( ooc: feel free to use this as a mingle post! Make your own starters and tag around. While the note on the message board is specifically tailored to the Moon Touched folks, anyone is welcome to crash the party. )

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"Yeah, but you still know things. What part of the deer to aim for, how tough they are, things like that. It'll still be useful in it's own way."

Hickey is dying on his hill, baby!

Chloe nods, conceding. “That's fair. And I should be able to share it with everyone when we’re wolves.”

"Right!"

Hickey still isn't entirely sure how they communicate as wolves. It feels innate in a way that he suspects regular wolves don't have. But whatever it is, it's useful. He's not complaining.

"I've got faith in us. Give it enough time and we'll work well together."

Chloe laughs, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Well, I'm glad one of us does. I'm in.”

Hickey can't help but let out a laugh of excitement as he gives Chloe a wide grin. It's obvious this is something he's thought a while about and is very happy to hear that.

"Brilliant! Glad to see we'll at least have one other person in the pack who knows what she's doing."

Chloe snickers. “I think Raylan can probably handle himself pretty well, too.”

She's never been around him as a wolf, but they do have a string between them so she's used to that strange type of communication wolves have.

"He's the one who got me thinking about this in the first place," Hickey muses. "He mentioned the idea of us working as a pack a few months back. It's been bouncing around my head enough that I figured we might as well do something about it."

“Fair warning that I slept with him once, back in the summer.” She's not sure whether or not Billy feeds him the gossip, but even if he does, she hadn't named Raylan when she’d told him.

“He’s been cool about it, but we’ve never been around one another as wolves.”

"Don't blame you," Hickey says, with a little nod. He's happily married and completely taken but also...he's got eyes. Raylan's fit (not that Hickey knows what that word means).

"Well, you know if he's weird about it, you're in the pack before him. It might have been his idea, but I don't mind playing favorites."

If she wasn't one hundred percent certain that he wouldn't know what it was, Chloe would offer a fist bump. Thanks for noticing how hot the guys are that she's pulling here, that's more than she gets from Billy!

“Thanks, you're a mate. I'm sure it'll be fine, but sometimes as wolves it's different, right?”

Billy is allergic to things like 'acknowledging hot guys' or 'acknowledging feelings in general.' Hickey, in comparison, has loosened up to more twenty-first methods including the concept of 'horny on main.'

"Yeah, I get it. You think differently, for one. The longer I'm a wolf...dunno. The easier it gets, in some ways."

Based on Hickey's hesitant tone of voice, that is both a good thing and a bad thing.

Even without the thread between them, Chloe would know that feeling.

“Yeah. Things are… easier, I guess. Or at least less complicated. I'm more trusting.”

"Wolves don't have things like morality," Hickey muses, with a little shrug. "Thinking about back home...so many people weren't willing to do what kept them alive because of morality. Because someone, somewhere, some religion or some law said that it was wrong. None of that when you're a wolf. It's just living."

Hickey doesn't want to think about the fact that part of him feels that he's better suited to be an animal.

Chloe shrugs. “You and I are living just fine without that as humans.”

It's maybe not one hundred percent true - there are things she's done that make guilt squirm in her gut like a living thing - but she wants it to be.

“As a wolf, so much is on instinct. It's sort of nice to have friends without complications.”

Hickey wants it to be as well. He knows morals don't mean shit. He knows that what he did was right and just. But fuck, how he wishes other people saw and felt the same way.

"Right? Too much of things, even here, there's complications for no reason. Just because people feel that's how it should be. It's nice to have something real for once."

“It can be embarrassing after, though.”

She’d rolled over for Kostya and like, he's a friend but she doesn't do that for anyone!

"Absolutely," sighs the man who has also done embarrassing shit as a dog. "I've gotten shit from my mates about things I've done as a dog as well. But your mind just thinks differently! No better way to explain it!"

“Billy made me do a trick for a piece of jerky.” It's not something she normally tells people but she thinks Hickey of all people will get it.

Hickey does indeed get it. He sighs, shaking his head before musing, "He's never done anything like that to me, but I know he hates it when I shed all over our chairs."

It's just hair? Get over it, Billy.

Chloe snorts. “You ever changed during the aurora? At my old place I tore apart the sofa.”

It could be worse, Billy!

Hickey nods before musing, "I ate a rabbit during the last aurora. Blood all over my snout, ripped through it with my teeth. Which yeah, I've killed and eaten them before, but it's different, y'know?"

“Yeah, it was like I forgot who I was. I haven't done it again since.” It had felt too scary, like she blacked out and woke up having destroyed things. She could have hurt anyone.

Hickey's quiet for a moment. It was scary. It was terrifying. He doesn't want to do it again, because when he came to, when he came back to himself, he realized that he never once thought of Billy, of Chloe, of Kieren during that period.

But on the other hand...it was so nice to not think about things.

"It's odd. The Aurora gave us these things. That Enola girl. But I don't know if she knows what she's doing. Trust me, I'm not complaining. But why give someone something that if used on the wrong day, could kill so many people here?"

“I guess maybe limitations are put on what she can do by the Darkwalker’s power, but it would be nice if she would give us a heads-up.”

They could have found out about the aurora issue in a way worse way!

"Or she's just rubbish at it," Hickey points out, with a little shrug. "We know next to nothing about that girl, after all."

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