𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋

"Innistrad is home, Tovolar. And as long as I can breathe, I'm going to protect it." - Arlinn Kord, 'Midnight Hunt'

[arlxnn]

avacyn:

A sad smile overtook her before it only turned to a more happy one. “I can only hope to… there’s no telling what all I lost with the unmaking… not until I try.” Further listening to the other’s words, her heart only warms, telling her she made a very good choice in trusting this one. Arlinn had always had her back, no matter what before the madness and spark. there’s no doubt that it will be all too easy to place trust in the other… quite possibly even her life if it came to be. It was rough going, and the two ‘sisters’ that were alive were still unsure of Avacyn’s return, though she did her best to make peace with them. For now, she would let them reign over the land while things were recovering.

As her hand was released, it falls to her side as she watches the other, head canting slightly to the side as the werewolf thought. “Ulrich…” She repeats, a small nod being given. She remembered the old hermit, and he was as knowledgeable as he was wild, yet he was also a controlled wild. He would be an important ally as well; one who she would be able to trust their home plane with.

A certain kind of sadness washed over Avacyn’s face before she could help it, and she shook her head softly. “I’m… I’m afraid since my connection to this world has been severed… That I no longer have such power to bring the cursemute back… that I know for certain.” She admitted, looking away from the other. “Everything I could once create with ease in connection to this plane is now a bit more difficult for me… but perhaps I can craft something different… but I fear it won’t be as powerful, nor as effective… but that is something I will have to test out on those that are willing and wish to have some sort of relief.”

Slowly the wolf nods to her admittance to trying. That was so much better than right out giving up. Too many a cathar and archmage she had seen, dropping all over a simple error. Trusting now in knowing this Archangel who she prayed so fervently to would do her very best. Even having the slightest feeling that Arlinn was trusted had her believing her faith more. Never to go back to the church, but confident that her own wards and prayers would be heard and kept. Even if Avacyn herself was not able to respond as quickly or with the force she was used to, “Yes, Ulrich. He has become such a dear friend of mine. He loves Innistrad as we do.”

The Spark, how it always changed everything. Arlinn knowing too well how disorienting it could be, the amount of time that could pass before realizing how long you had been gone. Uncomfortable already, questioning your own existence. Worse having others who either saw you leave or heard not a word of your absence questioning your sudden reappearance. Perhaps she was lucky in that part, being gone so awfully long that she did not have to face her parents as the ‘beast’ she had become. Not fully understanding how it felt for Avacyn, seeing one she thought gone and the other surviving past her. The woman also had no way of knowing how Avacyn’s creator felt about such a thing, if he was around.

Maybe that was a part of the understanding Arlinn was feeling. Both of them had parents- or a parental figure waiting up night after night, wondering what had become of their dear child.

Blinking back to ‘existence’ the words sink into her flesh. The sadness felt as if she was the one experiencing it direct. There is ease knowing she would not be Cursemute, yet hesitance in it as well. How would those who were mute, feel about the possibility they would never be the same as they were? To try and soothe the other now, “Time will have to wait and see. I do not know the full of how your powers worked, the mana going into them. What I do know is that you never gave in to giving up. I know as well that someone will let you try out, the past Mute.”

[arlxnn]

ann:

Ann remains embracing Arlinn for a little bit longer. She’d never had a mother, nor a figure like one- so Ann didn’t think of the older woman in such a way. Just as a fellow appreciator of nature, and a kind one. A friend, already. Soft, warm, good. The werewolf could probably already tell how much the little human trusted her. “Maybe… So I’m glad I snuck out. Even if I end up scolded for hours, this all has really been worth it. Every second.” The little one closes her eyes, and sighs, almost melting into the embrace. “You’re so warm…”

Arlinn is pouting, lips quirked to the side. Honestly she cannot help but say it right out. Teasing or not teasing, that was to be determined. Already she was to be up in arms over this younger friend of hers, “He can bitch and moan all he wants that you have left the nest. You’re safe and sound, with five bodyguards. More than just himself. You’re in one whole piece. If he has more than enough he can say, you can direct him my way and I’ll chew him a good one.”

Too bad her bark is taken over by a soft laugh. Careful claws patting her on the head, Resting her cheek there then, amused at being so warm, “That’s only a small blessing of this curse. To be warm all the time. You should imagine how it is with all the fur. I do not let the pups sleep on or next to me in that case.”

[arlxnn]

ann

“He only lashes out because he’s hurting. Just like anyone would. Wolf, human, vampire. The adrenaline still rushing every time there’s pain anew, making the beast within wary and frightened. He bared steel at me when first we met, instead of fangs.” She pauses. “Bared? Bore? One of those things is right…”  Ann laughs, giving Streak just a little more attention around the ears. “And after defusing that situation… he let me talk to him. And that was that. Once you establish you aren’t a source of pain, aren’t a reason to be defensive or afraid, you can get through to anyone, I think.” She nods. “It’s the same thing I’ll do for anyone I find who needs help. And… Innistrad has many people who are still hurting.” She stands up, releasing the wolf before her, gently pushing Patience from her lap. Her knees crack from having been still for so long. Picking up the edges of her cape off the forest floor, she steps over to Arlinn, and Redtooth still nearby her.  “Just because you’re not covered in fur right now, doesn’t mean you’re not just as good for hugging. In fact, you have something they don’t. Arms and hands to hug back with.” Ann kneels before the older woman, wrapping her arms around Arlinn’s waist and squeezing gently. “Thank you, by the way. For everything, this evening. It’s just what I think I needed…”

“And he does have more hurt than anyone else I know.” The woman is not too pleased to know that Sorin held a sword to the girl. Nor is she surprised. She has been at the end of the parasite blade, felt it’s steel bite into her with a ferocity better left to wild beasts. Still the planeswalker feels a bit sorry for the girl, both of them actually. Sorin and Ann. To have met during such an uncertain and terrifying time for Innistrad... Must have hurt more ways than one. After the Trevails, they were all in some form of agony. Caged animals ready to strike.

“You sound like I do when talking of my pack. Being so gentle and tame.” Arms crossed and she laughs at Streak who had decided to fall over on his back. Too content and in the heavens with how pleased he was to have this attention. Only her own is taken by the crack of her knees. Not envying Ann in the slightest for she knows her own bones ache after a good run.

The hug, catches her by surprise. It had been a good minute since she was embraced. Yet it was only so natural for her to take the woman into her arms. Well, lifting her back up for a proper hug. You’ve heard of bear hugs, a wolf hug was much stronger. Unlike the vampire Lord, Arlinn was always ready to give affection and show adoration. Who could really shy away from a hug like this? Something so warm, fluffy even without the fur. The older woman proving every bit that she was good for hugging.

“Oh, do not thank me. I must thank you for being here, staying even in this dark forest. Maybe we both needed this. Right?”

[arlxnn]

ann​:

Ann giggles at the story, blushing and hiding in Streak’s fur again. “M’only lovely because I choose to be. Choose to be kind. Choose to be gentle. Stars only know what I could have been otherwise, had I not guideposts to show me the way. Who I wanted to be… and who I did not want to be, both.” She listens to Arlinn speak of her work during the War, the way she defended the plane Ann could not have. “I’ll have to help here then. Pay you back for helping my home, doing your part.” A bit of mischief is in her eyes, a bit of mirth. “I’ll start by lavishing your wolf friends with attention, and then, if you’ll let me, I’ll hug and snuggle you just the same. If… If you’ll let me.” She smiles, and chuckles lightly. “But… You’d let me visit again? Spend more time with you and your pack?”

The giggling has the older woman giving a bow. Folding her hands as if closing an imaginary book between them. Pleased that Ann enjoyed her little story, enough so to blush. At the shyness Arlinn has to tease, just a bit, “Kindness is a hard thing to choose, yet you wield it better than any Cathar with their sword. You are following along the right stars, Ann. I have no doubt about that. I’ve already given the old man a headache, but once more. Any woman who can be kind to Sorin Markov is worth the best.”

To help Innistrad, now that really is something. Most thought the plane was lost. Not even Wrenn stayed an extra second to check on the other trees after she had gained Seven. The wolf is rocking on her heels with arms crossed. If a mage like this was around, maybe there was hope. The mischief bringing out a laugh and a blush of her own.

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I do not think I’m as cuddly as the pups. But, I do say I am fond of hugs. From living things.” Smile as bright as the moon. Softening with her nod then, “Of course I would let you. Did I not say so?”

[arlxnn]

ann:

“Maybe.” She turns to Streak now, to give him his own turn. Forehead to forehead, little affectionate whimpers on the human’s side. A sense that she needs this, more than just wants it. Always, always needful of reminders that she is not alone. “This flower almost never grew at all. Stifled by the competition for light and water and food… Though Ravnica made me hardy, that much is for sure.” She hides her face in fur again, and sighs.  “I wasn’t there, during it. I was told that… that I should be elsewhere. That something was happening, undercurrents of wickedness ran through the leylines in the streets. That someone like me should go. Run. Hide. So I did. Even while the place I was born suffered, I hid.” She reveals herself, just the edge of an eye, glowing softly in the dark. “I’m not a fighter. If I’d have stayed, I’d just have been fodder for dark designs… I’m… I haven’t really been back, though. I guess… Even though I know I’m better having not gone, I’m… I feel a little guilty for not doing anything.”

“The little flower grew another set of legs and walked to Innistrad to grow a little more. Then she spread her roots all over the multiverse. Light and food aplenty in these other realms.” Arlinn speaks as if she’s telling a story now. Something she so loved to do, should others care to listen, “The species of flower was quite lovely, called Ann. This type tamed beasts of all sorts while keeping whole. From the prowling wolves to the gargoyle bats of spires. Kindness is what has made her friend to the wolves. Should she stay, or visit again. The Pack will answer her call.”

Theatrics dropped the same as her back on her bum. One knee up, other leg stretched. The woman now rests her cheek against her knee. Thinking back on the War. A finger traces through dirt, tall towers and spiral roads, “I am glad you ran, for it is a good thing. That you were not held as hostage. Strange enough, your first walk. I remember mine. Stranger still when something unseen drags you to a plane you never wished to see. You did not miss out on much. Well-”

A playful smirk as she finds the other’s face, “I did a neat trick and made a pack out of shadows. Black fit them oddly well.”

This has Redtoot snapping again at her braid, wolf with a temper. Streak is taking his own turn soaking in the love, not hesitating to give Ann a big lick across the face when it showed.

[arlxnn]

ann:

“I never really fit in there, myself. I’m not good with crowds, and I like animals far too much for my own good.” She plants a kiss on Boulder’s nose. “I wasn’t ever in a guild, either. Makes it hard to survive when no one cares about you. I hardly ever go back. Even less now since the War.” It seems she pays no mind to Arlinn’s insult to the plane. It’s the same things Ann herself dislikes about it. “M’ wanderlust doesn’t help any. Sends me all across the multiverse. Away from the people I love most, and I don’t even know what I’m looking for, anymore. Just that there’s something missing, still.” 

“How can such a beautiful flower grow from roads...” This pondering was supposed to be in her head, but it slips. She is relaxed knowing that she had not hurt the woman’s feelings or insulted her plane. Hard for her not to feel a certain way about the plane. When you came from a dark, forested little place like Kessig on Innistrad, modern livings made you a little nervous. The last bit of that is what gets Arlinn to smile again, a firm nod and even a small howl of her own. Perking up the ears of her pack who howl in turn. Even sleepy Patience.

“The War... Took quite the toll on all of us.” Standing now, just to stretch her legs and back, “Maybe it is that looking, is what you are looking for. See the sights, hear the sounds. The ground beneath your feet. That is why I walk, when I do. Sometimes a different forest calls and I must see it.”

[arlxnn]

ann:

Ann goes a little quiet, eyes thoughtful but hands still moving. Around Boulder’s neck, under the chest fluff… all the way up to cup around his ears and massage the muscles at the base of them.  “Ravnica.” Spoken with the sort of accent only a native of the City of Guilds could have. “Innistrad was my first ‘walk. Was the chiefest of reasons that kept me coming back, even before I made friends with the Hermit Prince of the plane.” She looks at Arlinn, a little bit shy. “Yeah. I’m… From a really far away place. I try to keep it more on the hush-hush side, but… I’m a bad liar, and I guess you figured me out.”

Such a fearsome beast. Leaning in to all the affections as if he would die without them. Being a total ham about it all. Tail wagging and smacking his companion a few times in his face. Arlinn giving a low awoo to settle Streak into moving a bit more away so as not to be crushed by the behemoth. The alpha then sitting up fully to let the other female pace around Ann.

“I had a feeling. There’s... Too many buildings there, for my liking. Even in the more nature aligned guilds. My stay there was very claustrophobic- Ah... Forgive my rudeness. That is your home and I’ve no right to speak of it that way.” A bit shamed now she hugs her knees close. Feeling shy herself for speaking so out of turn. Enough so Patience opens her eyes and tilts her head. Ever aware.

[arlxnn]

ann:

“Psspss. Boulder.” Ann calls the big lug over. Her arms outstretched to scratch at his neck, trying to encourage him close. “Gonna give you extra special scritchies now. Streak’ll get his turn after.” She smiles.  “You’re so lucky, to be able to spend time with them like you do. To see them in their best moments. To care for such wonderful creatures. I…” Ann swallows, and her voice becomes hushed. “Where I come from, wolves are cared for and raised and bonded to those who will ride with them, who will work with them for their whole lives… They’re city wolves. But I think the wild ones are better. The ones who are themselves, beyond the occasional touch of humans.”

The large wolf trots closer sure enough. Big smile on his face, not usual for wolves. This showing that Arlinn’s pack does have understanding. After a shake of his head he smooshes his nose into her shoulder. Panting all too happily that he is getting attention, not thinking of taunting his pack mate. Hearing Ann all too clearly that they would be taking turns. That wolf in question does huff, but flops over on his back trying to wait as patient as- humanly possible. Redtooth then gives her own growl, demanding a turn from her alpha.

“I would not be living a comfortable life here without them. City wolves... Mine could never, even if we had a bond. I’m much too large to ride them anyhow.” Brow raises then hearing of the other plane. The huntress is a bit taken aback by the way these wolves are raised. There is something familiar about the descriptions. Lips pursing to the side she then asks, “Where is it you are from? I have name in mind, but I’d rather not guess and be wrong.”

[arlxnn]

ann:

Ann nods again. “I still feel bad… I don’t want to leave anyone be lonely. And he… in my absence, would be lonelier than most.”  “This one is… Patience, you said?” Ann wracks her brain for the name of the she-wolf. “She’s so beautiful, and sweet. I was a bit flattered that she took to just putting her head in my lap. I wonder if she knew that the boys would get a little overexcited and try to fight each other for it.” She rewards the wolf with some more attention, before leaning, careful not to jostle Patience too much- so that she can reach Boulder. “Ahh. Even if they get excited, they’re still so handsome…”

Arlinn would comment that Sorin is a grown man. One who was used to being alone for years at a time. Yet she knows this is not the case. She does not know Sorin on a personal level, how deep his soul and compassion actually goes. What the she wolf does know is the way his blade gleams in moonlight, how such a gentle face can become one of the worst horrors known to existence. What else she has little information on is Ann’s part in this relationship. To her eyes it seems the young woman is a caregiver of sorts. Open hearted, weak to animals. Speaking of...

“Yes, that is Patience. She is beautiful, isn’t she? Sweet as can be. Very intuitive, as you noticed. Boulder is sweet too, the big lug. But he is much too big to be a proper lap dog anyways. You are not far in your assumptions. She is usually the one to take initiative and settle the boys, break up their fights when I’m not there. Redtooth, well...” There is all the love she can muster into this. Rolling onto her own side and blowing gentle into Redtooth’s ear. Being sure the younger of the wolves was listening, “She taunts her mate. If she can nip at his heels enough, she knows he will roll about with Boulder until the sun returns.”

Handsome boys, beautiful girls. Her gentlemen and gentleladies, “You should see the way they hunt. Always together, a unit. Their fur reflecting the moonlight better than any mirror. Streaks of crimson, silver, bronze. Any jeweler would be envious.”

[arlxnn]

;; I'm just gonna say it. I miss Ulrich. He was a really good sounding dude but Wizards had to take him away.

[rpmemes-galore]

for those who feel like a monster … sentence starters

“You’re still human.”

“You’re not a monster.”

“I don’t see you as a monster.”

“You’re not what they say you are.”

“You are not what has been done to you.”

“Don’t listen to them. They don’t know you.”

“You’re better than you tell yourself you are.”

“The mistakes you’ve made don’t define you.”

“No matter what you are, you deserve to be loved.”

“No matter what you are, you deserve to be protected.”

“I know it’s hard to see past the guilt, but you’re a good person.”

“You look at yourself and see a monster… I see someone beautiful.”

“I’m not scared of you. And its sad that you seem scared of yourself.”

“When I look in your eyes, I don’t see a monster. I see someone in pain.”

“They’re scared of you… because they can’t see past what makes you different.”

“You might not be human anymore, but that doesn’t mean you’re any less of a person.”

“Is this why you don’t want to let anyone close? You’re afraid they’ll see you like some kind of monster?”

[arlxnn]

avacyn​:

Emotions weren’t of the normal for Avacyn, and though she had started becoming more used to having them, the onslaught of different feelings was overwhelming. She could feel both her own heart, and perhaps the others, hammering away in their rib-cages. The gauntlet hit with a soft ‘thud’ before it disappeared, the pocket-space dimension that Avacyn held claim over taking it for the time being. 

Avacyn watches silently as her apology is heard, and she inhales when they lace fingers, the vow starting with a question, and their goal coming to life before them. Straightening up, she looks to the other, brows knit together before smoothing out. “I wish to bring back the peace to this plane… to fix what I foolishly undid in a time of weakness… the lives I’ve unnecessarily cut short. A swallow moved her throat.

“I am humbled and overjoyed to be considered one with you.” She speaks softly, but firmly. Her flock of angels, as well as her adopted sisters that were lost to the eldrazi was a very deep wound that was still felt within her heart, but this new Coterie with the other planeswalker was a good start towards recovery. “We can achieve this goal, only with time and dedication. We are going to have to unite many fronts… and perhaps take a page from Ravnica… I wish to try and unite this plane and bring peace to it… and only when this is accomplished, I will move on to unite other planes as well… are you willing to help me, if not elsewhere, here… with our people?” She asked, her fingers giving Arlinn’s a small squeeze.  “We will work together… not just with my lead, but as one… as partners…” She promised with a small nod. “I can’t do this on my own… and I feel with both of us, anything will be possible.”

“I trust that you will restore as you have before. More brilliantly than ever. And most importantly, not on your own. You view that dark time as weakness, and I cannot sway your mind from that. But I do believe in my heart that it was a trial you had to take in order for your rebirth to happen. Dark, messy as it was. I know those lost are not in vain.” Rebirth, being the spark. Arlinn dare not speak their names, those wounds still fresh. There is hope in her that the currently reigning angel, and the old legend who has risen would help the Archangel in her quest as well. Even if they would not, Arlinn meant her word. The alpha would do her damnedest to assist in any way she could.

“Of course I will help you.” So the woman is moved by Arlinn’s acceptance. Now the wolf is thinking again. Her own pack was small, but mighty. Yet there had to be someone else as werewolf representatives who could further keep back any anxieties felt by Avacyn’s return. To take that page from Ravnica, as Avacyn so elegantly stated. The hand holding Avacyn’s is taking back, touching to her own chin. It hits her then, eyes a bit wide though calm, “Ulrich of the Krallenhorde would be beside you. His pack was safe during the Cursemute. He is the one who helped rally the humans who were otherwise wary of werewolves. That can be a start in uniting the people.”

Visibly relaxed, a smile lingering there. Partners. Allies in arms. Companions. How sweet and warm such a term sounded. In her days with the church, never had Arlinn dreamed that she was equal to any of the archangels. Hesitant to even think of it. Confirmation given here, that Arlinn was worth every bit of time. Brows furrow for just a second, “Allow me the selfishness to request one more promise. I don’t... Even when peace is achieved, I do not wish to be Cursemute. I know not if you still have that power, but I do not want it.”

[arlxnn]

ann:

“Perhaps it’s a quirk of the same magic that lets me make friends like the ones you have.” She presses her face into Patience’s back, turning her cheeks back and forth to feel the fur against her skin. “That I can speak to the heart. And that he still has a heart to speak to. Buried, careful, aching heart.” Her eyes grow a little sharp as she looks up at Arlinn. “One that I will guard with all of myself. Not that one such as you would threaten it, I imagine…” She softens again, and sinks into the fur beneath her. “You aren’t an enemy. Of him, or myself. I don’t… get the feeling that you define yourself in hates… No, rather, in loves. In the things you keep close, and want to protect.” Ann smiles, now looking more like a child again. “Like I do.” “Yes, for now, I live with him. While I call this place my home. Someday I’ll have to move on, even if I don’t want to, but the great wide elsewhere still calls to me.”

“Hold to that skill. You will never want to lose it.” Smiling fondly at the scene before her, taking in how Patience’s eyelashes and short whiskers flutter. The content in her second in command. Feeling the affection just from where she is sitting. The sudden sharpness does take her aback, though it is gone swift as a bird. Nodding, releasing a breath just as Redtooth does, “I’ve no reason to threaten it. I will not take such beauty from the multiverse. That would be entirely selfish of me and robbing any future dark places like this have.”

Oh Patience, surely living up to the name Arlinn had given her. Relaxed as she is. If chanced with it, the alpha was sure that the wolf would be this way even around children. Putting up with the other three sure gave this wolf enough skills to continue on her ways. Laying still as she was, “I can understand that feeling too well. Though I always find myself returning. Sorin, I know he would understand that you need to leave. Spread your wings. It’s not like he stays stagnant.”

[arlxnn]

;; Arlinn in our world would be so uncomfortable with the fact she'd have to at least wear sandals. Her skirts would be fine I'm sure but-- miss girl cannot be waltzing around with her strapped feet.

[sad-house-of-mortality]

“I am a wolf dream. Eyes like wild furor. I am an injured fortress. A thousand oceans of unrest.”

— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/  (via hapless-hollow)

[arlxnn]

7 15 21 30 & 33 one from each bc i said so

character development questions

under a cut bc this got long

7. How do they physically engage with other people, inanimate objects, and their environment?

Arlinn is very hands-on, but it depends on all three of these things. Growing up with a smith for a father, she has always carefully looked over objects with her hands, following then with her eyes. Inanimate things don't have feelings persay, but Arlinn understands what it means to have someone fully invested in you before making opinions, settling down, etc. With people she is sure to keep eye contact. If the person is familiar to her, then she will do a lot of physical adjusting. Holding their hands, hand on their shoulder, fiddling with clothing. Anything to show she is attentive as can be. If it is a stranger then it really is all eye contact, watching their expressions. Close eye on how the corners of their mouth can change the rest of the way their face looks. For environments sake, she goes about it with all senses of the wolf within her. She will sniff the air, feel the ground beneath her feet ( woman doesn't own a single pair of shoes, can you believe that ), feeling with her hands the various textures around her. Wallpaper, paint, wood trim, what have you. If she can touch it she will.

15. What kind of inner life do they have — rich and imaginative? Calculating and practical? Full of doubts and fears? Does it find any sort of outlet in their lives?

Imaginative for sure. There's two of Arlinn in her own mind. The human, and the wolf. As well as the other alphas she has met. When she is on her own she's usually having a conversation with just the wolf. Occasionally asking input of the other two, who do not answer as they are not really there. Even though she doesn't talk back, Arlinn can understand fully what the wolf is saying. This is how she makes most of her decisions is by asking input of the other side of herself that she is in tune with. Arlinn has a good, strong head on her shoulders. She rarely caves to her fears. Always telling herself that any fear can be overcome. Reminding herself that she has mortal strength and that of the wild on her side and can overcome any obstacle. Her rightful convictions keeps her on the correct path of things. Any real world outlet is short outbursts of busting down a few trees when she is feeling claustrophobic of herself.

21. What kind of relationships do they tend to intentionally seek out versus actually cultivate? What kind of social contact do they prefer, and why?

I actually really hate this, reading it from a canon point of view. Arlinn seeks out friendships, close kinships. But almost every single damn time she ends up with a business transaction instead. Minute long friendships. Someone coughs Katilda who only wants her for a purpose. Which is why I value threads with her because I can explore her actual friendships. With Avacyn and Ann, and maybe Daniel who knows. As for preferred social contact, she prefers anything face to face. There doesn't even have to be conversation, she just likes being close to people. For a werewolf she is really social with humans. There's a different sort of warmth and it's comforting to her to have both her pack and others outside.

30. What is their preferred level of activity and stimulation? How do they cope if they get either too little or too much?

Arlinn cannot be stagnant for too long unless its when sleeping. Even if it's just mindlessly wandering around, she has to be doing something. When you have a raging animal inside of you, you need to take a jog every once and a while. If the energy is too pent up, she takes off and won't stop running until either her feet properly bleed or her ankles ache. It would take an act of God to stop her when this happens. Because she will use all her strength, transformed or not, to knock down the biggest trees she can find. But if her pack is with her, she plays hunting games with them. Hide and seek. Imagine Owen with his raptors, but Arlinn with her wolves. It builds up their relationship while getting out much needed activity and prevent overstimulation and possible laziness.

33. How do they learn about the world–what is their preferred learning style? Hands-on learning with trial and error? Research, reading, and note-taking? Observation or rote memorization? Inductive or deductive reasoning? Seeking patterns and organization? Taking things apart and putting them back together? Creative processing via discussing, writing about, or dramatizing things?

Wolf mom is a hands on and visual learner. We learned from the Midnight Hunt story that she really likes to collect all of her information, being sure that they are all credible before claiming as fact. She is more into finding patterns than she is reading. Reading takes too long and in dire situations, is not preferred. Even though she does like reading. When it comes to the world around her, the planes she travels to. Her way of gaining knowledge is not what would be expected of any other. She takes to the woods and looks for the wolves. Taking from them what information she might need before continuing to the streets or alleys. Observation then, is key to knowing. If she talks to a person about the world, she is really good at playing traveler. Asking questions a tourist would so as to be welcoming to knowledge.

[sad-house-of-mortality]

“How deep do some pains go? - oh, deep. Deep. Deep. Deep. Deeper than you can ever know.”

— Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/  (via hapless-hollow)