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⥠: How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?
Charlie definitely likes storms, assuming heâs not outside caught in one, or having to deal with damage from hurricanes and the like. Laying in bed or on the couch and listening to the rain is one of lifeâs little pleasures to him.Â
Itâs even better with another person...or at least a snack.
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âș : What is your museâs smile like? Do they smile often?
Charlie has two distinct smiles. One is where heâs got a playful grin on, probably flashing teeth, looking like heâs been up to something and you might not want to know what. The other is a genuine smile, not big, but patient and content, often reserved only for those he loves.
Oh, heâs pretty much always grinning about something. The second one is much rarer, especially these days.
British Columbia wolves (Canis lupus columbianus) by beauty-and-laughter
Random headcanon meme!
†: What does your museâs voice sound like? Is it light? High pitched? Scratchy? Deep?Â
â : What is your museâs handwriting like? Is it neat? Sloppy? Fancy?
â : Does your muse prefer coffee or tea?
â : Is your muse good with keeping on schedule for meetings, appointments, or events, or are they always late? Or, are they always a bit early?
âż : Has your muse had any injuries in the past?
âș : What is your museâs smile like? Do they smile often?
⥠: How does your muse feel about storms? Are they afraid of them, or do they calm them?
â : How does your muse react to possibly dangerous situations? Do they face them head-on, or do they plan out their actions first?
â Â : What is your museâs favorite season? What about their least favorite season, if they have one?Â
â Â : Does your muse like rain?
⌠: Does your muse like daytime or nighttime more?
đš Â : How well does your muse sleep?
†: What are your museâs thoughts on love? If they are not in a relationship, do they believe that they will ever find a perfect someone for them?
â : Does your muse believe in luck? How about fate?
⯠: Does your muse have good eyesight? If not, what is it like? Are they nearsighted or farsighted? Or both? Do they use glasses? Or do they prefer contacts?
đ : If your muse wears glasses, what are their glasses frames like?
âš : Does your muse have good table manners? How do they feel about bad table manners?
â : What is your museâs opinion about flower crowns?
⏠: Does your muse sing well? Regardless of whether they sing well or not, do they enjoy singing?
đ : Is your muse good at math? Do they like it, or do they hate it?
â : What is your museâs favorite animal?
ΔŃĐ· : How does your muse feel about bugs and insects?
đ± : Does your muse prefer calling or texting?
â : Of the sun, stars, and the moon, which is your museâs favorite?
ă : Does your muse prefer lots of friends, or just a few close ones?
â : Is your muse religious?
((AAAAND WEâRE BACK))
Do you think there is a cure to your lycanthropy? If there was, would you take it?
Ehhh, donât think thereâs a cure for mine. Maybe there is for other folks whoâre just infected? But I was born with it, yâseeâŠitâs always been a part oâ me. In the DNA ân everythinâ. [makes sweeping hand motions]
If there was a way tâ get rid of it, thoughâŠshoot, I dunno. Tough question! I guess it looks like a curse, anâ it is sometimes, but I never known any different, right? Plus thereâre some advantages, like the healinâ thing. Thatâd be hard tâ give up!
Yâknow what, Iâm gonna say no, I wouldnât cure myself if I could. I wish I had better ways tâ control it, âspecially âround the full moon ân what have you, but I think Iâm doinâ alright as I am!
If your two elfy friends wore wings and halos, would you consider calling them "Charlie's Angels?"
Ha! Absolutely, I would! I think the hard partâd be gettinâ âem in the wing ân halo getups, but if you wanna give it a shot, be my guest!
Shoot, if I ever get a workinâ fridge, Iâd love tâ have a picture oâ thatâŠ
Appointment
higharrowhottie:
âOh I could not forget such a striking face so easily,â he replied with a grin. Flattery but honest flattery. He was looking forward to this after all.
âI confess I am more used to the old-fashioned method myself,â he admitted. âElectricity was a rarity where I am from.â He watched the werewolf bustle about and took a moment to examine his surroundings.
It was a humble place, but there was heart. And in all honesty, Qinlar still wasnât entirely certain what this world considered a massage clinic to be. In his experience, it was typically a tent or hut with a well-trained healer. This was a bit different, but he assumed Charlie knew what he was doing.
He took the turtle mug with a nod of thanks. âI do not have a specific problem area,â he said slowly, lips twitching at the inflection on his name. âPerhaps the lower back? I do a great deal of bending and lifting lately.â
âWell, shucks,â he said simply, looking genuinely bashful about being flattered. Charlie was less used to being on the receiving end, and obviously it had been awhile, as it threw him a little bit.Â
Time for a quick change of subject.
âUh, careful with that mug, now, itâs real important tâ me,â he gently warned, wearing a nostalgic look for a moment. âOne oâ my nieces made it years ago-- see, she used tâ make fun oâ me fer takinâ a long time tâ get goinâ in the morninâ, so...turtle. I trust ya, though.â
The werewolf put down his tea for a second and approached his client while carefully considering the lower back area, completely oblivious to Qinlarâs reaction to being called Mister Higharrow. He hummed and hawed, pressing his fingertips into key points in the small of the elfâs back while bracing the other hand over his slim belly, hopefully not hard enough to make him jolt or seize up.
âYeah, thereâs some tension in there, I reckon. Should be able to ease it up a bit, hopefully,â Charlie decided out loud, staring at Qinlarâs butt. âNo rush, but when youâre done with yer tea Iâm gonna need ya tâ strip down tâ almost nothinâ and park yerself on the table over there, have a laydown, get comfy. I better take a sec tâ warm up the oil, now, or yâ might end up feelinâ like a chicken cutlet gettinâ ready for breadinâ!â
Puppy Love
witchofgrace:
As much as the wolf slobbered, she wasnât deterred in any way, giggling just as loudly as she had the whole time. If she told her mother about her adventure with her new friend, drool and all, she would be thrown straight in the bath. The thought made her wrinkle her nose in distaste, but then came another lick and she was laughing again. Odds are she would be thrown in the bath after the adventure anyway, most often coming home from these after taking more than a few tumbles while running, but with the promise of adventure, that thought was completely out of her head.Â
Lomadia watched in awe as he got up and jumped around her, obviously just as excited as her about the prospect of exploring. His energetic jumping made Mr. Owl ruffle his feathers, his protectiveness going into overdrive at the sight of a giant wolf hopping around his tiny elf daughter - but Lomadia was completely unfazed. When he offered his shoulder, her eyes widened in delight. She easily climbed up, tiny hands carefully holding onto his thick brown fur so she wouldnât fall off. From her new vantage point, the forest seemed completely new, so ready to be explored.Â
âYouâre a very tall wolf! I donât know if Iâll ever grow bigger, mama says elves stay small but I think Iâm gonna be bigger than she thinks.â While she spoke, she looked around, trying to determine which way the river was. The trees were still too dense for her to see through, but she could hear a definite buzz in one direction. âWhich way do you think the river is? I think itâs that way.â She let go of him with one hand and leaned forwards so he could see where she was pointing - roughly west - and quickly grabbed back on for fear of losing her balance. âI want to try and find the waterfall the baby owl told me about!â
Having the little girl clamber onto his back felt rather funny with the tugging on his fur, but she was so light she barely registered as a passenger-- more like a hat, or fancy scarf. Charlie gave her a moment to get settled before rising to his full height and turning his ears to listen to her speak, giving a little snuffle of acknowledgement as she directed him. Swiveling his ears back around, he could just make out the faintest sound of rushing water, and decided she was right, that was definitely the way to go.
Hoping Lomadia had a decent grip, Charlie bounded off in that direction, not quite at top speed but certainly fast enough to give a horse a run for its money. The trees whizzed by in a green blur and all nearby animals could be heard scuffling and scampering and fluttering out of the way of the giant wolf, not wanting to get caught-- which was a good idea, as any smaller plant life was mowed down without a second thought, and before long Charlieâs fur was littered with pine needles and little branches to prove it.Â
The trees began to thin and it wasnât many minutes of galloping before the two arrived at a clearing, the roar of a waterfall echoing off rock walls nearby. Charlie slowed to a walk, panting hard, fighting the urge to shake with the little girl still on his back...one advantage of still having human logic in wolf form, he supposed. He stuck his nose in the air and got a great big sniff, taking in the many layers of scents in the area and truly feeling happy to be here, doubting he would have found this place on his own for quite awhile. Wagging his tail and turning his head back to look at his passenger, the wolf let out a questioning rrowr and tried to give her a lick, still panting.
The moon tethers us to the stars, its pull unseen by the naked eye but very real in the changes of human and animal behaviour. Like the tides a werewolf feels this in his blood, waxing and waning, and when the bright glow of the full moon is cast upon the earth, his veins surge with an uncontrollable fury, the essence of the feral overtaking his mind and body for as long as he is bathed in moonlight. It could be a terrible thing, for sure, but rarely admitted to was it being equally as wonderful. A normal man would never understand.
Charlie would not chain himself now, nor lock himself away, nor do anything more than find a quiet spot in the woods to pass this night he would lose to his bestial wrath. As the sun went down his gut tingled with anticipation, and soon enough he felt that familiar sensation of the blood boiling within his veins, a genetic curse waking up dormant genes to jump-start a change he could not stop. It was as if a secret switch had been pulled in the dim power plant of his chest and electricity was now speeding in every direction to power the darkened city of his human body, to transform him into something bright and vibrant and spectacular. Shifting of his own free will was painful enough but this, involuntarily giving in to forces greater than his mind and losing his humanity, it burned and clawed and howled from within, threatening to make him explode from the pressure-- it was akin to torture.Â
The wolf that emerged from the body of the man who had been cowering and quivering in pain knew nothing of this. He was a beautiful creature, huge and fierce and longing for the thrill of the hunt, the taste and scent of warm blood, the brief moment of ecstasy that came with vigorous mating. He had nothing to lose and nothing to fear, only to live and take what he needed or desired, what he could rightfully claim as an agent of bestial chaos.
For one night a month, Charlie was free.
Noted, Woofles! I was just wondering if you couldn't /visit/ the pretty healer while changed, she might like it. But if you prefer to be alone anyway, maybe not. If you go by later, though, she like cookies. :3c *fingerguns and vanishes*
I could, but I ainât gonna. She wouldnât like me tryinâa tear chunks out of her, I reckon. I donât wanna hurt the people âround here, trust me.
[gives a funny, sad smile at that]
By the way, thatâs a terrible nickname, fella. Just godawful.
Hmm, I'll have to check back later then to test if you're always like this or not. Don't worry, one cannot help one's nature regarding certain things. Are you naturally violent then, or is it the being forced part?
The hell you will, I ainât a test subject!
But IâmâŠI mean, I donât like toâ look, I got a certain nature that lends well tâ beinâ alone. Just easier for everyone. You go annoyinâ me on purpose, though, you better not be surprised when my anger management skills go missinâ, alright?
Jeez, don't get so testy, Woofles. :3c Just stopping by to... see what's new, let's say.
âTestyâ? Yâ havenât seen testy yet.Â
Yâknow why Iâm out here restartinâ my life in the middle oâ nowhere, doinâ one oâ the most relaxinâ jobs possible? âCause Iâve never been good at controllinâ myself when required. See, that gets real violent, real fast, so pokinâ me ainât recommended.
Besides, Iâm about to get forced into a frenzy thanks to the freakinâ moon, so youâll have tâ forgive me for beinâ short with ya.
You should be careful in the woods. A local witch has a full night ahead of her too, we wouldn't want you to run into her now would we?
Yeah? Wait, you talkinâ âbout that blonde lady I met earlier? Youâre right, I donât wanna be anywhere near her when the change hits, I wonât be in control oâ my actions ân I certainly donât want her seeinâ me that way because who knows what Iâll do.Â
Iâll be pointinâ myself in the opposite direction, I reckon.
>:3c
...Iâm gonna rip that smile right off yer face if yâ donât cut it out!
:3c
Wh...now, what does that even mean? Whatâre you gettinâ at?Â
Dâyou know somethinâ I donât??