Lone Wolf Roaming

Fandomless Ask/rp blog for Aaron Black, Lupricae shifter and wanderer.

[hunterfromthewoods]

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[Continued from here @streetslost

Smooth movements fluidly conveyed the teenager over to other as storm grey eyes fixed upon the wound. Fixed with a a storm grey stare as the other responded, speaking as the wound was carefully scrutinized by his storm grey hues. "Could help aye, I've also got some stuff for wounds, the stinging stuff that cleans them, if you want some?"

He'd asked as he'd finished scrutinizing the wound and shifted position smoothly over to his own bags. A rapid investigation of that bag by him successfully recovering a first aid bag. "Even got washing stuff for properly cleaning it if you want." Aaron offered softly there before he gently added. " Looks more recent than some, doesn't look....overly serious though but uh" He winced then. "Yer uh..." His jaw worked then as he searched for the right word as he sought to avoid...'malnourished..' the teen settling after a mo on. "Thin, could be ..unpleasant."

"...Anyway, offer's there fer med stuff and a dressing." Aaron reminded the other as he left the aid kit there, close enough for her to take it. A unspoken offer to let her use the kit without his involvement. Trust as a currency was something hard earned, he doubted he'd earned any from her and well, she hadn't earned his trust too.

She was just someone who needed help, a random malnourished human kid who was hurt. "Got food too, if you fancy some after it's cleaned.."

[streetslost]

THEY WEREN'T EXACTLY FRIENDS. cat wasn't certain she'd label him under the sort of people she would trust with her life. but she highly doubted he was offering bogus first aid. though a bit dramatic at times due to the uncertainties in her head, the street rat didn't consider herself to be irrational. getting the wound cleaned properly would do her well; INFECTIONS were a pain and almost impossible to be rid of in her state. not without decent tending to; something he was providing right then. so green depths flickered over the bag, lips pressed as she mulled quiet contemplation. then bony fingers would snatch it up. she got to work without too many words, finding when she knew she needed to clean and dress it. the stinging, the f r u s t r a t i o n... she didn't comment on his mention of her health, but there was a brief moment where her gaze narrowed. a desire to be rude but an understanding that it wasn't a good look just then. not to be using what he gave only to spurn him over sensitivities. eventually, it was bound, and what was left was stuffed back into the bag and dropped near to him in return. cat chewed upon her tongue, knowing what she needed to say, but struggling to offer it up. it felt like a validation of being unable to handle things herself... that wasn't the case, and the situation certainly didn't make it the case... but that wouldn't stop the feeling from t w i s t i n g in her gut. an instinct by this point, because relying on anyone but herself this much was an area of danger so far as she was concerned. "...wha' kind of food? and." say it, just say it. "...thanks."

[hunterfromthewoods]

Eyes currently grey watched the other. Watched them as they reacted, took in everything about them and listened alongside that to what smell told him to what his ears murmured of. He'd made the offer with utter sincerity, knew with surety what he happened to have in in his possession on his person or in his bag.

He had two of those kits, the one he allowed the other to take from him. "If you need anything more than is there, medical stuff wise, just ask." Aaron had stated then, eyes fixed on her as he shifted his stance slightly, a boot whispering over stone as he assumed a more calm and easy stance than before. A move in a way intended to perhaps speak further to his not being a threat not that he suspected he'd be entirely successful in calming her tension.

If there was anything Aaron happened to understand quite clearly, quite deeply. Wanting to handle things yourself. Understanding the danger that even a brief choice to trust in another brought.

Understood that, though his mind failed to call up the words that would have outlined that in a way that would have ended up sufficient. So those words that presented themselves to his mind, to his well warded mind remained unvoiced. Unacted upon as he simply waited to see how they responded to his offer of food.

Waited, smiled a bit at the fact the other had thanked him as he responded to them. "You're welcome and well, its things like Jerky a few sandwiches from a shelter and packets of crisps and other stuff that lasts long." The teen responded as he opened one bag, angled it to protect the contents from the weather. Showed it to the other. "Aint a feast, but it's something." His awkward addition quickly followed by a soft. "And you're welcome to some of it, if you want, I can get more also so take as much as you like." Aaron not elaborating then, he didn't need to tell this malnourished human things he suspected she'd not believe. Just the things he wanted to tell her.

[hunterfromthewoods]

Chant of the Hound

I've popped a bit of Homebrew stuff I've been working on below. The Chant of the hound, a EOD song/chant. From the perspective of a hound/dog

Great father said you needed me Sat there next to laying not-rock and standing rock in a field of sadness Said you'd lost your two-legs pack, So here I am, tail thump-thump thumping. Hello small one, can we be friends? A hole I smell in the you-within, you hurt alone too. I can't fix the hurt, that hole But maybe another with joy I can fill. You're looking at that standing stone, Strange things you trace with two legs paws Come here oh small one, oh how you hurt. A face I nose, a paw i offer 

your paws you wrap around. I'm here now, oh small-one. Great Father said you needed me now. Your taller now oh small one, upon not-grass do we roam Empty bellies seem less empty in company, not alone. I'm taller too, oh small one, time fickle I spent Oh I spend with care Let me lean with you oh small one, Find in my fur warmth and care. Let me be pack when two-legs wont, for I'm here now oh small one, Great Father said you needed me now. Among others now oh small one

 We creep and sneak and roam.

 Two legs sometimes run after us but we never run alone 

Larger pack now oh small one, many friends but close still we are. 

Danger here under not-tree wood and danger there under uncle sky

 But less you shake when moon does wake, under this not-tree wood sky I'm greyer now oh small one, How tall have you grown

 Safer still among new pack, like I was for others you are. 

I watch still oh small one, though sometimes by two-legs fire I must rest. 

Never alone here 'In-side' or outside where we roam. 

Don't worry for me oh my small one, time no enemy is. 

For she gave me this, with fathers bliss, my purpose and my time I'm still here now oh small one Great Father said you still need me for now.

Back here now oh small one. This place once of such pain,

 With new pack- 'guild' oh small one, your horned alpha here, our friend 

I see small ones run my small one. 

Like I was, for them you are

 I'm so proud oh my small one, I'm tired but still my tail I wag. For you are like me now oh my small one. But among a wider pack. I watch you oh my small one, 

Did two legs wings always have? 

I'm so tired now, oh my small one.

 I see Mother now, I'm sad. But you don't need me now, oh small one, my time she says is done. 

In your heart I am, oh small one. 

To another pack I'm called to run.

 Good bye I say oh small one, under your wing I come to rest

 Your hand I nose, a paw I offer 

Before I lay and rest Don't cry now oh my small one, your new wings so beautiful are. 

I go to run now oh my small one 

In time I shall see you once more.

 I close my eyes now oh my small one, among our pack I do lay. 

I breathe out now oh my small one 

Can you see me and mother as we run and play? I love you oh my small one, how proud I am of you. For you don't need me here oh small one. For others have need of you. 

[hunterfromthewoods]

On the mountain top.

He didn't tend to like heights. To one of his kind, born of a people both bound by birth and form but free of it in some sense, height in a way meant danger.

When you haven't got wings to flap or magic that lessens gravities touch, distance in heights form is simply just a weight upon the scale of fates scales. A lessening of the chance of survival if paws if feet slip.

When your people are years past the time that this land was there, height in its way means more risk of being seen. Of someone seeing you, clothes whispering in the wind or fur rustling under its touch and seeing you not for what you show yourself to be. But as what you truly are.

Risk. Understanding of that risk, hammered into a young head in the days, the years before exile had come. Before the many had become one, shorn from all that had been and set free to walk upon the world alone. Risk that in its understanding quickened the heart of the older teen who'd settled upon the ledge, who watched the world below with silver eyes.

Quickened his heart, but didn't take from it the awe at what he saw. At the slow growth of the golden halo of days arrival, of the suns hosanna's to the glory of father time, of mother death. Bathing the world in her orange glory slowly but surely, the thrumming thernody of natures magic rising and falling with the growing wakefulless of all that walked in the day.

He loved the sun, despite a risk quickened pulse, the bow a weight on his back, the wolf he also was growling behind his eyes between his ears. It wasn't just warmth.

To him, seeing it once more on this mountain top, alone as far as I guessed it. It was beauty.

Beauty he remained and watched. Smiled at.

[hunterfromthewoods]

Unwell

[May be intermittent/slow with replies, presently fighting off something rather unpleasant.]

[streetslost]

THEY WEREN'T EXACTLY FRIENDS. cat wasn't certain she'd label him under the sort of people she would trust with her life. but she highly doubted he was offering bogus first aid. though a bit dramatic at times due to the uncertainties in her head, the street rat didn't consider herself to be irrational. getting the wound cleaned properly would do her well; INFECTIONS were a pain and almost impossible to be rid of in her state. not without decent tending to; something he was providing right then. so green depths flickered over the bag, lips pressed as she mulled quiet contemplation. then bony fingers would snatch it up. she got to work without too many words, finding when she knew she needed to clean and dress it. the stinging, the f r u s t r a t i o n... she didn't comment on his mention of her health, but there was a brief moment where her gaze narrowed. a desire to be rude but an understanding that it wasn't a good look just then. not to be using what he gave only to spurn him over sensitivities. eventually, it was bound, and what was left was stuffed back into the bag and dropped near to him in return. cat chewed upon her tongue, knowing what she needed to say, but struggling to offer it up. it felt like a validation of being unable to handle things herself... that wasn't the case, and the situation certainly didn't make it the case... but that wouldn't stop the feeling from t w i s t i n g in her gut. an instinct by this point, because relying on anyone but herself this much was an area of danger so far as she was concerned. "...wha' kind of food? and." say it, just say it. "...thanks."

[hunterfromthewoods]

The bag retrieved once it was dropped near him with a short sharp nod of thanks, Aaron turned as he started returned the first aid supplies to the bag he'd pulled them out of. The teen, not expecting anything at all from the other, just silently glad that they'd used what he'd handed over to clean the wounds.

Partly and fairly selfishly glad that the wound smell was at least now diluted with the tang of anti-septics and what smell the dressing happened to have. Also and well mainly just glad that the human, not someone he regarded as friend but still, would at least have clean wounds. Infections absolutely sucked, expecially for people who didn't know what plants to harvest stuff from to make your own meds, he'd not wish that on anybody on the street.

Expecially not since having survived such infections himself at points. The teen supressing a wince at that thought as he instead turned back to the human, back picked up and brought infront of him at her question. His response, accompanied by his opening the bag to show the items of food in question, swift and matter of fact. "Crackers and stuff that doesn't go bad quickly mainly." Aaron responded before he continued, listing each thing he could remember being in there. "So salted meets, canned stuff and energy bars with some sandwiches I laid hands on."

He grimaced then. "Not had brilliant look recently getting anything that wasn't just...filling or full of energy, so cant speak for the taste of any of it." Aaron added apologetically before he then slid the bag toward them slightly. "Sandwiches are just ham and cheese" The teen added as a afterthought, their thank you being responded too with a slight nod.

"S'alright, happy t'be able to help." Aaron commented as he settled onto one of his bags and slipped his hands into his hoodie to warm them.

[uncxntrxllable]

Pick up on that sort of thing... What did that mean? Not by scent? Is it really possible for someone to be able to simply sense something like that? That's amazing. Part of it was almost as hard to believe as his mention of vampires, while the other part of her knew it's obvious; obviously it's true. She's a goddamn werewolf, why would other creatures not also exist? Perhaps the hard part about it is because she's never met anyone that was not just human.

❝ I get it, ❞ She says with a nod of her head. She can understand the nerves for all too many reasons. ❝ My name is Ellie. ❞ A smile tugged at her lips, ❝ You said some sort of shifter? A shapeshifter? ❞ She could only assume that it meant he could transform into a wolf, but could he turn into anything else? ❝ A shifter of what, a wolf? Anything? ❞

[hunterfromthewoods]

"Pleasure to meet'chya Ellie" Aaron responded as he warmly smiled right back, his posture more relaxed now as instincts finally released their control over the last of their musclular holdings back to his mind. "Ahnd uh, I did aye." Aaron confirmed. "Well...to put it simply, at the moment I'm more like a reverse werewolf, the wolf...is my original form." Aaron explained simply.

"This..human form is what I can shift into, well the main thing I can shift into convincingly... can also do a coywolf at a stretch and a normal coyote though it aint really that convincing yet." Aaron went on in what could only be described as a embarassed ramble as he rubbed the back of his neck a bit. "I aint...that brilliant at other forms basically. " He then admitted as his voice oozed embarassement. "Elves, stuff thats basically human with additional ..bits or changes, I can do that!" "..But like..only if I see what one looks like." He then froze as he realized just exactly how much he had waffled on. "..Oh mother Lupra, sorry..I like...majorly waffled on there I'm sorry." The teen apologized, as he fixed his gaze firmly on the floor for a moment. "I've not really had other people who aren't like..human to talk to for a while." Aaron then admitted softly, idly thankful that he didn't have a tail at the moment to give away his awkward embarassment.

"So ah, I kind of get this way when.. the opportunity arises to chat."

[hunterfromthewoods]

[Apologies for the sudden disappearance for a while, been fighting off a bout of illness.]

[uncxntrxllable]

The wolf's ears flick forward. She is basically twice the size, which may not sound like much but it most certainly is. The right side of her front lip raised above a canine, a light chuckle slipped through her teeth. Her other form is really just for fighting, and she only fights when she needs to.

The opposite of a werewolf, huh? Interesting. A born wolf that transforms into a human... That's new. Guess she couldn't blame him or his species for wanting to hide from people. She lived a long time surrounded by terrible people. But her father was human, too, and he was a good man. He's the reason she's here today.

❝ I'm a werewolf, ❞ Ellie lowers herself to sit, ears swivel. ❝ I'm not a normal wolf, ❞ She says in a bit of a mutter. Way to state the obvious, but she didn't know how to answer his question. ❝ I don't know, I just am. I know there are probably other werewolves who are different, but my kind just... You know, ❞ Her large head swayed to side, tipping slightly.

She knew only what her father shared with her. ❝ I think the point of being a werewolf is that uh... Well, we're monsters. ❞ Meant to look abnormal. Her head came up, ears snapped forward. ❝ At least that's what most people think about me, anyway. ❞

[hunterfromthewoods]

Golden hued eyes continued to watch the other as they sat down, the gesture mirrored after a notable pause by the wolf. Mirrored as his heart still raced in instinctual response to being presented with a wolf that was so much bigger than he was, a markedly threatening thing in the eyes of that instinct led part of him. That part werewolves might call their wolf, the part that even now shrank back and shivered inside him, barking its concerned warnings to the rest of his mind.

The part that froze him in place a moment after he'd sat down, his mind working as it caught up with the other. Caught up and managed a mind sent. "Oh" as it initially responded to the other before his brain finally caught up. "I guess your right, kinda conscious I have uh only seen werewolves from where I came from and uh, from a very small area of this fine land." The teenage mind voice observed very softly.

"And on the monster front, I don't think your a monster I think you're a large werewolf called Ellie I just met who's actually really nice." Aaron then commented conversationally before he smoothly added. "And I think I owe you a apology regarding my earlier panicky reaction to seeing you so..I deeply apologise."

The teen awkwardly coughed then. "And well, you're the first of your kind, large werewolves, I've met...though saying that the other werewolf pack I've met kinda happens to all be taller than me too." Aaron woofed then as his tail swished from one side to the other slightly. "But even with sayin that, I think you're not a monster, if that counts for anything considering we've just met and all." He then tilted his head slightly. "You look normal for your sort of werewolf, I suspect."

[hunterfromthewoods]

"Huh okay" Aaron managed in response to the other even as he idly noted the fact they...seemed to have just ignored what he said about moving off. The wolf not entirely phased about it in all honesty, after all...they'd done enough by freeing him for him to be grateful. If they didn't fancy doing any more for him, that was fine. "Not sure what the Ravens of Odin are...but they sound cool and uh, I'll have to keep that in mind if I ever meet this person."

He'd survive, he'd just have to limp his way somewhere safe and try to get his leg fixed...and straight. Hell, there were places a wolf could loiter where someone might help with that, if this stranger didn't. "Well ah, shall we get out of here before whoever left the snare comes back?" He suggested then.

[hunterfromthewoods]

❝  are you sure you’re alright? ❞

"No." Aaron responded bluntly, softly. Storm grey hued eyes shined slightly before he shoved a arm across them and wiped away any sign of his distress. "I really dont think I am." Whispered the voice as it cracked slightly.

Cracked as he strided away from the other, placed a hand on the calming cool stone of the nearby wall as he sighed. Sighed then forced the breath back in...then out again as he struggled to push his breathing back under control. "Struggling a bit with stuff." Aaron's jaw twitched slightly as he worked to piece together what he was going to say next. "My magic mainly." The teen coughed a bit. "Last time I tried to start a campfire I uh...incinerated the stuff I was usin for it." "Lost control." He admitted shakily. "...Shouldn't be able to do that sorta stuff anyway though I-i don't have the magical uh..stamina to incinerate stuff..normally."

[hunterfromthewoods]

❝  come on,  you’re clearly upset.  and i’m not the asshole who pretends not to notice.  ❞

The currently pouting Lupricae wolf, definately not in wolf form to avoid being able to speak human about being upset honest, stared back at the other for a moment then. Warm golden Lupine eyes analysing everything about their posture before he proceeded to well....bark and then let out a long explosive sigh.

Before he presented his behind to them and proceeded to wedge himself in a corner of the room. "I'm not upset, I'm just tired" The wolf clearly half lied, low to the ground, ears drooped and wedged into a corner like that. "...Wish I was a werewolf." The Lupricae mind voice half muttered, unware of that following part of the sending.

[hunterfromthewoods]

"Are you eating properly?" Artem leaned his head to the side, blinking against the morning light as he glanced at the other. "You are looking a little thin. Let me make you breakfast." Often times he had been to busy to do so lately, he missed cooking for the other. So he was going to do so, now.

"Daaaaaad" Groaned the teenager as he father almost seemed to loveingly loom over him as he always seemed to do after one of Aarons ever less frequent roams away from the pack. "I'm fine I've eaten well, hell I even managed to catch a deer on the way back." The thin teen protested even as he moved to the seat he always claimed when food was offered.

"I'm a wolf alot of the time, I dont always need to eat!" He continued to protest before he sighed, grinned softly and then said. "If..your gonna do food though... I cant really say no to your cooking dad" The comment quickly followed by a twitch as the teen then asked. "And my boyfriend is twisting my arm about it nowww" Aaron mocked groaned as he heard the familiar voice between his ears of his other half. His other half who'd just presented the ultimatum 'eat or I'll hide your favourite book again.'

"What you gonna cook?"

[uncxntrxllable]

She has a pretty good nose... Even like this, as human, her sense of smell is strong. Ellie may never have met another werewolf before but that doesn't mean she is incapable of sniffing out someone who isn't human. Maybe he isn't a werewolf but he's something. Something similar enough — like a wolf.

❝ No? ❞ She answers like it's a question, as if to hint that he should be able to determine that for himself. After all, he did say he could smell it. Wet dog is a weird way to put it but she figured he meant he knew.

❝ I'm a werewolf. Are you not? ❞ She says, her violet eyes look him up and down, brows pinched as she looked up to his face. ❝ You just said you could smell it. ❞ Why else would he say she smelled like a wet dog? Well... Unless he intended on insulting her with the comment.

[hunterfromthewoods]

"Huh." The teen well, 'huh'ed as he prowled close to his sleeping bag and other worldly possessions and internally kicked himself. 'Huh' how was that good enough when dealing with a wolf, they could like, rip people apart if they were the massive sort and all he could manage was huh.

Stupid stupid stupid, his mind growled to itself as his jaw worried, working tight and twitching. "Not really, you're right there, I can." He cautiously responded, tone kept level, stripped of the fear he felt with a effort of will. "My kind tends to be able to pick up on that sort of thing, vampires tend to be easier than wolves though, for some of us at least." He added conversationally as he carefully ensured his stuff was secured, just in case.

"I suppose it's only fair I say I'm...not a werewolf, I'm well, I suppose you could say I'm a form of shifter." Aaron then commented as he then introduced himself. "I'm Aaron by the way, apologies for the questions but uh... I aint got a good record with things that aren't werewolves or kith'n kindred to my sort" His words followed by a pause marked realization he'd been blabbering on. "Sorry, talk when ahm a tad nervy."

[hunterfromthewoods]

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[Continued from here @streetslost

Smooth movements fluidly conveyed the teenager over to other as storm grey eyes fixed upon the wound. Fixed with a a storm grey stare as the other responded, speaking as the wound was carefully scrutinized by his storm grey hues. "Could help aye, I've also got some stuff for wounds, the stinging stuff that cleans them, if you want some?"

He'd asked as he'd finished scrutinizing the wound and shifted position smoothly over to his own bags. A rapid investigation of that bag by him successfully recovering a first aid bag. "Even got washing stuff for properly cleaning it if you want." Aaron offered softly there before he gently added. " Looks more recent than some, doesn't look....overly serious though but uh" He winced then. "Yer uh..." His jaw worked then as he searched for the right word as he sought to avoid...'malnourished..' the teen settling after a mo on. "Thin, could be ..unpleasant."

"...Anyway, offer's there fer med stuff and a dressing." Aaron reminded the other as he left the aid kit there, close enough for her to take it. A unspoken offer to let her use the kit without his involvement. Trust as a currency was something hard earned, he doubted he'd earned any from her and well, she hadn't earned his trust too.

She was just someone who needed help, a random malnourished human kid who was hurt. "Got food too, if you fancy some after it's cleaned.."

[uncxntrxllable]

Could she really even be surprised that his species is one she has never heard of? It's not like she has a ton of experience out in the world. Most of her life was spent between four walls. A shapeshifter but not a werewolf... But can still transform into a wolf — albeit one a lot smaller than herself.

❝ I'm Ellie, ❞ The white wolf dipped her head, eyebrows seeming to furrow. ❝ My other form is larger. ❞ She teased, letting a soft laugh escape her maw. At least taller, if not larger.

Ellie lifted her head and shifted a foot to the right. ❝ I haven't met other werewolves yet. Or... Your kind, before. Do you only transform into a wolf? ❞

[hunterfromthewoods]

The wolf kept low then, tail slowly wagging from side to side in cautious curiosity as the other laughed like that. "Really-Uh I mean...your form as is is big as is.. " His response tremulous, fear the fact she was fairly intimidating making the telepathic tone shake like that.

"I aint like a werewolf, for me its the uh..other way round if that makes sense?" The Lupricae cautiously well...squeaked as he slipped backward almost slinking as he hugged the ground. "I was born a wolf and learned to transform into two legs....its cause Lupricae uh... found it easier to hide from humans that way...at least in my pack's case."

He Elaborated on that after a second. "We take on the form our parents were in when we were born and learn from there, I know how to do human but with time..I could do more, but thats cause I was born wolf." "Mom knew human better but thats cause her family were humans the most and uh.. I know some who look fae?" his voice quick as he stumbled through his speech anxious. Stumbled and said after a moment. "Why...are you so big compared to most wolves?"

[hunterfromthewoods]

[Turning in for the night now, but more replies are in drafts.]

[archivedluposcainus-deactivated]

The russet wolf did hear a voice in his head.

It’s rare that he does spend time in this form. The prince woofed. He stepped closer — and he was a large wolf when in this form. He shook his fur. Upon hearing the voice he responded back with a howl. He spoke. ‘ Well here I am! ‘ The prince called out. As he stepped close he noticed the other wolf .

Caspian always expected to be taller than someone , especially when in this form. Caspian dipped his head towards the other canine . The voice sounded like someone he never heard of before. He winced at the sight of the voice. As he stepped closer towards the other wolf he towered over the other , but clearly he wasn’t intimidating .

[hunterfromthewoods]

As the wolf moved in toward the Lupricae, the Lupricae moved back, intimidated by what could only be described as the big hecking wolf . A wolf who while not in themselves was trying to be intimidating was...well, more than big enough that the small presently canid's instincts were screaming in warning. Screaming at the teen to run, to hide.

Instinctual urges he was only just managing to suppress as he watched the giant of a wolf pad out of cover and moved toward him. Dipped his head as he did, stepped closer as Aarons ears went back and his tail dropped in a 'Woah you're big' related fear response. "Ohhhkay you're big."The wolf's voice managed then, the telepathic statement shaky the slight fear the wolf showed. "Hi...uh...pleasant to meet...you?"

"You're....a nice giant wolf right?"