Raised By Wolves

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It was a perfect day for a run in the woods, or so Heikki thought. For a good while, he was alone and perfectly free to roam in his bunny form. At least, until he found himself being chased by a fox. He didn’t have the heart to transform and scare the poor animal. Instead, he ran up to a passerby and twitched his ears– thumping his back foot until he got their attention.

[harrygreene]

Harry quickly noticed the little bunny running towards him. He didn’t recognise it, it wasn’t one of his, surely. He wasn’t used to seeing them in the wild, at least not in New York. Bending down, he speaks to it, “Hey, little guy, what’s wrong?” he asks the animal. He wouldn’t expect wild rabbits to come up to strangers, “Did somebody leave you out here?” he asks.

[beautiful-wildlife]

Thirsty Squirrel by © Julian Rad

[harrygreene]

[harrygreene]

ana-constantine:

Ana giggled a little as she took her phone out, and slide it over to him. “Yo can put your number in it, if you want to,” she smiled. “I don’t mind.” She bit her lip a little, grinning slightly. 

Harry grins, offering her an awkward smile as he picks up her phone, “Or, I could give you someone else’s number and lead you to an incredible bout of confusion,” he says as he enters in his number and hands it back to her, “There, that’s probably my number,” he says with a soft laugh.

[harrygreene]

roxanne-dubois:

“Maybe so, but you may be the first to say that about me,” she teased, grinning a little. She smirked a little as she watched him, her eyes having a bit of a devious glint about them. “That’s right. Partial bollocks. You’ll have to make up for it by spending more time with me,” she smirked.

Harry frowns, “Well, that’s not good, I think people are sometimes shy about being kind. Or, maybe they’re intimidated by you. Not that I’m not intimidated,” he says, laughing at himself, “I’m very intimidated, but, I’m just dumb enough to say what I think,” he says with a soft laugh. As she continues, he moves his mouth wordlessly for a moment before responding, “I mean, if-if you want to make that terrible decision, I can, uh, you know,” he laughs awkwardly, “I can do that. Exist. Around you. At least, I probably can, I’m not convinced.”

[harrygreene]

What are your parents' first names?

“Uh, our parents are named Teresa and Alan. Pretty boring common names, just like us. Well, I guess @pollygreenebean got the fun name.”

[sirredmayne]

So, you’re the guy with the case full of monsters, huh?

News travels fast.

[harrygreene]

whats-a-silas:

Listening to the other speak, Silas simply nodded along, picking up a nearby drink as he wondered who it might belong to and what the chances were of being roofied at a place like this. He guessed fairly high, and also guessed that caring was for suckers, swirling it as the other spoke before taking a huge drink, giving it a slightly surprised look, and setting it down. Just as he was about to think of the snarkiest possible remark he could come up with, having previously decided he rather enjoyed toying with this guy, he heard that name. Polly. The man had mentioned Polly. Blinking a few times, Silas’ brows furrowed of their own accord, tilting his head slightly, squinting at the other as if unsure that what he was seeing and hearing were directly connected. Giving a small grin, he spoke. “How the fuck do you know my girl? And - if you don’t mind me askin’, what exactly the fuck are we so concerned about, huh? Last I checked, she wasn’t so concerned about us, so what fuckin’ business is it of yours when we’ve met once?” He questioned rapidly, leaning in a little, hand tightened around the glass he’d swiped. “Essentially, who the fuck are you, what the fuck gives you a right to talk AT me like we’re even aquaintances, and why should I give a fraction of a flyin’ fuck? Kindly enlighten me, without bein’ a condescending prick, please? Bet you can’t.”

Harry was surprised that he barely faltered. Most of the time, he’d be quite freaked out by this sort of grotesque display. But some part of him holds firm, “First of all, she’s not yours to own. She’s not your girl, shut the fuck up with that disgusting bullshit,” Harry snaps, surprised by the harshness of his own voice, “Second of all, she’s my twin sister. Jumping to jealousy is a bad move,” he says sharply. Stepping back, he shakes his head, “You should leave her alone. She doesn’t deserve any of this. She’s kind and gentle, she doesn’t need to be raked through the mud by the likes of you,” he notes, “I wasn’t trying to condescend, but if you need to interpret it that way to avoid internalising what I’ve said, than so be it. If you give a fuck about Polly, leave her alone,” he says as he pulls out his wallet to pay his tab, clearly meaning to make his exit and get away from this as he’d intended.

[harrygreene]

whats-a-silas:

Silas wasn’t huge on nightclubs unless he was looking for trouble. Naturally, lately, that was his one and only mindset. He’d been lying too low for too long in between cleaning up his act as much as he could after he and Aubrey had started trying to build a family, and trying to maintain at least a quarter of the freshly tamed side of himself for Avaleigh’s sake, always having been worried that him backtracking too far into past ways would put her in danger. He couldn’t say he was entirely free of anyone he needed to protect now, but he was confident in his ability to keep Polly far away from the worst of him. Sure, they’d spoken about some of it, but he had no intentions of ever letting her see it with his own eyes. That thought being firm in his head, he’d made sure to let her know he wouldn’t be home that night and wouldn’t be hearing his phone, wanting to have her reassured before he left instead of letting her think he was simply not answering. 

All his responsibilities were in order - which is exactly what led to him amping himself up every hour or so in the bathroom with whoever chose to play watchdog for him while he lost himself in his usual habits, which then led to him hopping around an unfamiliar club with a group of strangers with similar interests. He’d only just sat down at the bar when he heard someone speak near him, turning his head and immediately looking almost surprised, lowering the unnecessary sunglasses on his head over his eyes before lifting them back into position as if making sure he was seeing things right. “I was considerin’ fuckin’ with Absinthe if they serve it here, that shits always fun.” He said with a shrug, giving the bartender a wide, almost friendly grin before looking back at the other, brows pulling together as he took him in. “Don’t I vaguely recall you givin’ me bullshit for doin’ exactly this like a week ago? That was you, right?”

When Harry realises who he’d spoken to, he runs a hand over his face, already wishing he was gone. Was that even fair? Harry had to admit he didn’t care. Inhaling, he swallows as he meets the other’s gaze, “If they have absinthe here, it’s not with wormwood, and I don’t see an absinthe tap, so, I doubt it’d actually be of much interest to you, unless you’re just counting on the placebo effect,” he says quickly, wondering why he even bothered to address such a stupid subject. “Yeah, no, I’m not belligerently drunk. In fact, I’m very clearly not even drunk, do you hear me slurring? Have I broken a glass? Because, well, I would be even more concerned for Polly than I already am if you thought so,” he says, inhaling deeply, “Projecting is not going to help you.”

[harrygreene]

roxanne-dubois:

“Don’t be silly,” Roxanne said with a slow grin. “This has been an amazing and great conversation. You might not be as bad at talking as you think,” she said, biting her lip a little bit. She leaned in a little closer to him, smiling a little. “It’s not complete bollocks,” she said.

“Or,” Harry laughs, “You’re a really forgiving kind person,” he says, swallowing tightly before adding, “I think I know what I’m placing my bets on,” he says, his eyes flickering to her mouth for just a moment before he catches himself. As she leans closer, he freezes before leaning back slightly, laughing to himself, “Only partial bollocks,” he says, giggling, “I think I can handle partial bollocks.”

[harrygreene]

ana-constantine:

“Well, I definitely appreciate that,” she said with a little grin. She chuckled, nodding. “I promise not to let you adopt another one. Or at least do my darnedest to keep you from doing it,” she giggled.

“Well, I hope you’re very brave,” he says with a bright smile before he shakes his head, “Um, do, uh, do you want my number? Or, uh, I could take yours? I don’t, I mean, whatever,” he says, laughing awkwardly at himself.

[harrygreene]

If you had to describe yourself in only a few lines, what would you say?

"More interested in animals that people, awkward, and entirely without charm. I feel like this is a ruthless film review. Shit.”

[harrygreene]

ana-constantine:

“I would absolutely love your help,” she said, grinning a little. “Plus, a little company is never a bad thing, right?” she said, biting her lip a little bit. Truth be told, she was looking forward to spending more time with her new found acquaintance. 

“Some people’s company can absolutely be a bad thing, but, I wouldn’t count you amongst those I’d loathe to spend time with,” he says, chuckling lightly, “It would be my honor to fawn over cats with you. Although, the temptation to adopt another would be incredible. I hope you’re willing to convince me not to. It may be a difficult task.”

[harrygreene]

roxanne-dubois:

“I think I get what you’re trying to say,” she said, chuckling a little, nodding. “And you’re right. There are many ways to express ourselves and we each are comfortable with different aspects. I prefer to use my body,” she said, her lips curling into a light smile.

Harry laughs awkwardly and nods, hanging his head for a moment before meeting her gaze, “Well, that sort of confidence is absolutely admirable. Not everyone can, um, have enough faith in themselves to...express themselves through...their bodies. God, it’s - I am so bad at talking,” he chuckles, “I’m sorry if I’m keeping you here by just, you know, talking absolute bollocks.”

[harrygreene]

lanalovestequila:

“Then I’m glad I’m the one to break your virginity. It’s kinda my thing” she laughed holding out the lime “you gotta lick your wrist and add salt. Then you do salt, tequila and suck the lime?” She instructed before quickly showing him what to do without actually doing it - like a mime skit. She raised a brow, counting them both down until that familiar burn hit her throat and she smiled happily. “How was that? Are you a convert?” She asked before quickly sipping her vodka soda. “You seem a little out of it? Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Break my virginity?” Harry repeats, raising a brow, “Interesting turn of phrase,” he says with a soft laugh, “Lick my wrist? That seems incredibly complicated.” He follows her instructions, though he barely manages to bring himself to lick his own wrist. He coughs, placing the glass aside, “Jesus, uh,” he shakes his head, “No, I don’t think so. I’ll just stick to brandy, beer, and whiskey but, uh, thank you,” he says, clearing his throat and offering her a weak smile. Meeting her gaze, he frowns and shakes his head, “I’m just fine, thanks.”

[harrygreene]

List some random facts about yourself in general.

I was bitten by many pheasants as a child, yet I’m in no way afraid of them now.

I’ve almost never played any video games.

I’m not a vegan, even though my sister is.

The only thing I dislike about my cat is that she incessantly meows at me for absolutely no reason. She HAS food and my attention! What does she want? Blood? Maybe her name should’ve been Audrey 2.

I’m a big fan of musicals.

Oh, and I’m colourblind? Is that interesting?

[harrygreene]

roxanne-dubois:

“It is,” she said, nodding. She could feel him watching her, and her lips just curved into a larger smile. Her eyes roamed all over his face as she studied him, smirking a little bit as she did so. “I’ve never been really good with words, but the dancing…it helps.”

“No? Well, you seem perfectly fine to me,” Harry says, in what he meant to be an assuring tone, “But words aren’t the epitome of human expression. That’s probably the purpose of art, but, I don’t know, I’m no artist.” He pauses then, trying to figure out what the hell his point had been, “Even if you can’t express yourself with words, you can express yourself with your body, and that’s just as incredible as, you know, a well written book.” He laughs at himself once more, “Art isn’t a hierarchy, I think that’s what I mean.”