wild and reborn

Werewolf || 25 || Female || of the Bishop Pack

[oscarxkam]

@irisofwolves

After making sure Sorin had gotten out of the water and safely on his way, Oscar trusted himself nowhere near the surface of the water. Certainly, he wanted to get help and wanted this to reverse itself somehow, but first, he needed to trust himself enough to walk back to the Cabin. And that wasn’t going so well for him topside. So, he dove down and down and down, half-braced for the moment the salt would attack his fae skin or start to burn his eyes or lungs, but the comfort only increased the deeper he went.

Months of having someone in his head had given him some experience in adjusting the knobs, so to speak, and before long he was able to block out the majority of the din and begin to pick out and focus on one conversation or another. It shocked him greatly to realize these were the creatures of the water conversing - fish gossiping to other fish - jellyfish being snooty assholes, turtles sighing about dumb mers. If he wasn’t so disgusted by the mer way of life - he might have been amazed.

Ok, he was amazed.

There was no use holding his distaste of merfolk over fishes heads. It wasn’t their fault they had to share an ocean with such terrible things and he felt perfectly justified in admiring their beauty for a little. His body seemed to know how to move without his direction and he was able to spend some time following and darting in and out of schools of brilliantly colored fish before realizing currents could be ridden and lost some time there before spotting a familiar looking flash out of the corner of his eye.

HIs first thought was Lilith but no - she wouldn’t be so coy. So he swam over, deciding a game of Tag might be fun and shot a wink at the familiar not-so-wolfy-girl, tapping her shoulder before darting off with a telepathic “You’re it.”

[irisofwolves]

She had picked up a mask, seeing as that had seemed like it was the polite thing to do. It was delicate and incredibly elaborate, stones and threads catching what little light was left in the area. Iris shook her head, putting it on, trying to figure out where she had lost Camila again. It was at moments like these that she wished one of the less rambunctious wolves were around. She continued to walk around, trying to find at least somebody she knew, although to no avail. 

And now she felt incredibly parched. She picked up a glass of water, downing it in one go, but it did nothing for her. Iris shook her head. And god— there’s a lot of people here. Maybe she should take a walk? Or take a swim? It was warmer now, and the idea of taking a swim just felt so appealing. Iris started walking towards the Lake, her legs breaking out into a sprint before she had even realized what had happened. Before she knew it, she had jumped into the water, and she could only watch in horror and fascination as her legs turned into a fin and gills appeared from nowhere. She spun around, flailing a little in confusion and panic. How the— What in— The fish were talking? 

Fish could talk?

Maybe Disney wasn’t that far off the mark then.

Conquering her panic took some time, but the longer Iris spent in the water, getting comfortable with her new body, the easier the transition from panic to wonder became. She was still immensely confused, and a part of her wanted to rage at this happening, but for now she would enjoy this experience. After all, who knew how long it would take for this to go sour?

Iris swam between the fish and the animals and the plants, smirking at the snippets of conversations she could hear. Out of nowhere, a hand tapped her shoulder, accompanied by a familiar voice in her mind. She couldn’t help the startled laugh she let out as she gave chase, bobbing and weaving through everything around them to get to the Fae. It didn’t feel so different from playing tag as a wolf— just different muscles. And a completely different terrain. Finally she reached forward, jabbing her finger at his ribs. “You’re it again. Also, do you know how we are here?” she asked.

[irisofwolves]

yasminxpavlo:

Yasmin nodded slowly. “Practicing. Got it.” She didn’t believe her, obviously, but sometimes, with Iris, you just had to drag it out of her. Yasmin walked around to face her. “Well, how about an actual sparring partner? And not this pathetic piece of whatever.” Yasmine wasn’t exactly dressed for a workout, but she was too interested in what Iris was holding back.

That was one of the good things about people like Yasmin. They don’t ask you to elaborate. At least, not most of the time. “I wouldn’t mind a sparring partner.” She began backing up, readying herself before pausing. “On second thought, maybe we should move a little further out. If you could hear me from inside, god knows how loud the two of us sparring together would be.” And if Audrey was taking a nap? She does not want to wake her up.

[irisofwolves]

yasminxpavlo:

Yasmin had heard the sound of someone exercising a long time ago but gave it no mind. There were many sounds in and around the caves and being with the pack, you just had to get used to it. But when she picked up strong feelings anger coming through the pack link, she got concerned and went to go find out what was happening.

“Woah, killer, what’s going on? What’s up?”

Yasmin. Iris continued for a little longer, making an extra effort to keep her movements as controlled and consistent as possible before she stopped, letting out sharp heaving breaths as she held onto the plank of wood. She hadn’t realized how strongly her emotions had been running through the pack bonds. She was surprised yet slightly thankful that Camila hadn’t come to investigate. 

“Nothing. Just practicing.” She didn’t particularly feel like elaborating, although she was plenty aware that the feelings coursing through the link probably did little to support her words.

[irisofwolves]

ailisinwonderland:

She gave a small bashful smile at the woman’s comment about what she wanted the phone to do. “Uh- well no. Not exactly what I wanted it to do. And don’t worry about it. Not intruding.” She had a workshop she could go in if she really wanted to be alone. Or a bedroom if she wanted to really send the signs that she was not up for talking. the others knew that it wasn’t the best to bother her if she was locked away in her room. “I was just trying to put back together… but I haven’t had much experience on those… they’re not around much anymore.” She wanted to explain herself because usually she was very good at working with tech.

Ailis made sure the fire was out and picked up the phone again. Shoving it in her pocket. Sure parts of it may not be useable anymore but she could certainly try to take the pieces and make them actually functional once again. She had done that before plenty of times. It wouldn’t be too hard she thought. Then again she hadn’t thought that she’d be too terribly put off by the phone either but that hadn’t exactly panned out the way she had wanted it to either. “These were great phones… it’s too bad this was broken when I found it.” How did you even break one of these either? They were solid phones.

A smile tugged at the corners of Iris’ lips at her words. So— she wasn’t intruding. It was interesting seeing a phone that old in Arain. She doubted she would have still been able to find it in the normal world, much less in a magickal forest. “No they aren’t.” Iris inwardly winced at her own tone. She sounded so short. Good god, this was why she had no friends outside of the Pack. Although, that wasn’t necessarily 100 percent true these days. Gabriel is a friend. And— And Sun? And— Well. That was an embarrassingly short list. Camila would be caught between laughing and dragging her around to make new connections.

She followed the other woman’s movements with her eyes, watching as she picked up the phone once more. Was it possible to fix technology with magick? That seemed so improbable? And either way, it wouldn’t be able to even call seeing as there were no telephone poles in the Forest, nor were there any other phones to call to? And when she found it? Phones aren’t exactly lying around the forest floor. “You found that in the Forest? And you’re trying to fix it?”

[irisofwolves]

arainwisp:

Willow’s arms remained out, the hair over her face swayed slightly from the quickened breath that escaped her lips that were still parted in her warning. Her body did not relax in the slightest until the young wolf was stepping back from the patch of troublesome clovers. ❝It’s more than grass… Look down.❞ Willow knelt by the patch, fingers brushing gently over the green to respect the mysterious magick that they held. 

❝They’ve shown themselves every year since as long as I can remember. They stick around for a bit, but you have to be very careful with them. You cannot, by any circumstances, step on them.❞ It was lucky that she’d stopped the wolf when she had, a luck that she could only attribute to the aforementioned clovers. ❝Hurry. Eat one.❞

The Wisp has been in this Forest for an infinitely longer amount of time than she has been, so it was probably best to listen to what she had to say. Iris looked down once more, trying to discern what made this patch so special— was it the clovers? Willow was touching these clovers with a certain kind of respect and reverence, so perhaps they were special. Of course the plants in this Forest also held their own magick. Nothing was normal.

Iris paid careful attention to Willow’s words, confusion and apprehension warring within her at the command. “Eat one? Why?” she asked, her fingers gingerly taking the offered clover. She studied the plant— there didn’t seem to be anything special about it, except for a slight warmth. “Why would I eat it when I’m not even allowed to step on it? Wouldn’t that be more sacrilegious?”

[arainwisp-blog]

❧ OPENSTARTER || shamrocks.

Willow’s eyes opened upon a brightened sky, the warmth around her causing surprise. She sat up quickly, uncertain of the day until her eyes fell upon a patch of bright green shamrocks. The sight itself caused her to brighten visible and she moved into the air as a quick wisp of light before landing just beside the patch. A quick pluck sent a clover into her mouth, causing her to feel refreshed and renewed. The light of her magick soared through her and the darkness seemed to hide itself away in a corner for the time being.

Back in the air, the wisp of light soared through the trees. A smile was not visible in the light, but one would have easily been able to read her as happy due to the way she danced through the air and left a small trail of sparkling light in her wake. She moved quickly past a small clearing, only to turn around and shift quickly in the air before landing next to another being with her hands out. ❝DON’T STEP ON THOSE!❞

[irisofwolves]

It was getting warmer. Thank fuck. As much as she enjoyed the cold and the snow, it was nice to be able to see the sun and feel the gradual change to spring. Perhaps soon the fox that she had befriended would be able to play in the Forest again— that would be nice. Although, she felt bad for anybody allergic to pollen who was stuck here. It would suck to be stuck in a Forest during pollen season.

Iris kept wandering aimlessly through the Forest, hands gently swinging by her sides. The warmth of the day was comforting, and she was just in a better mood— until Willow’s shout and sudden appearance shocked her into stillness. Iris froze, one foot in the air, before she slowly took a step backward, an eyebrow raised in confusion and slight annoyance. “Why, exactly, am I not allowed to step on a bit of grass?” she asked, inspecting the patch of grass in front of her.

[irisofwolves]

If your pack was under attack and you could only save one other member, who would it be?

“Abraham. The Alpha needs to survive. There is no Bishop Pack without Abraham Bishop.”

[irisofwolves]

Pancakes or waffles? And more importantly, syrup before or after butter?

“Obviously pancakes. And who puts the syrup on before butter? You need to let the pancakes soak up the butter before you use any sort of syrup.”

[irisofwolves]

gabriel-enchanted:

The muted reactions were a bit disappointing because there were few things Gabriel loved more than a health appreciation and awe of magick but despite not showing it, he was willing to bet she was marveling on the inside. And that was good enough. Activating his own rock, he kept it curled in his fingers and doubled its purposes as he found his thumb working over it, the behavior somewhat soothing as Iris wandered into areas he’d never had to put words to before. “Avery and Oscar.” he confirmed with a little grin that grew as she decided for herself the two did seem to fit rather well together. Her attention swerved back to him and he valiantly tried to fight the pink in his cheeks but failed, his lips quirking up without permission as well, as he gave a timid nod of confirmation. A romantic partner. It sounded ridiculous out loud but Gabriel loved the idea of them being…a partnership. An equal mutual thing they were riding to who knows where. “Exciting is probably a good word for it. Terrifying is another.” He glanced over at her at the gesture and gently knocked their shoulders together. “Hey, if things could turn around for me, than it truly could happen for anyone. D’you wanna talk about what’s bringing you down?”

A softly irritated disappointed noise slipped out as she let him know there was only one annual sappy holiday and fuck that shit. He wasn’t going to wait a whole year to do something on par with the dream date…it was just gonna take some planning. And learning. Sighing, he glanced at Iris again before shaking his head. “No. Because it’s doubly significant. We don’t typically subscribe to your holidays so the fact that they did, for the express purpose of doing something romantic and telling me that I’ll always be their Valentine for as long as I’ll have them — like, how can you meet that with a spontaneous picnic by the lake or something, you know? I need something more…symbolically sappy.”

Another huff escaped at the tease and he tugged his jacket closer around his body as he debated briefly the pros and cons of admitting as much but what harm could it do? His pride could take it. “I’ve never, um, dated. Before.” Gabriel admitted. “Romance is something I’ve read about in rare books here and there but nothing I…I saw modeled or experienced for myself before? I just - nobody warned me it wasn’t something you could opt out of! You fall before you even realize you’re falling and then it’s just…game over. I can’t picture a life without them now, nor do I want to. But that is a talk for later.” Stopping his feet, he reached out to stop her too and shifted his weight. “I get that sometimes you feel like the only way forward is to keep everything on lock down and to not breathe a word to anyone in fear that you either might never stop screaming or worse but I am here for you. And I don’t give terrible hugs, if you’re in need of such a thing, ok?”

Iris couldn’t help but laugh as she stumbled lightly, her shoulder smarting for a moment. She repaid the gesture by knocking her shoulder into his, a smile on her face. “Terrifying? Terrifying is exciting sometimes.” She looked over, taking in the light blush and the small grin. Gabriel clearly adored whoever he was in a relationship with. The other person was lucky to have someone care for them as fiercely as she knew Gabriel would. Iris wasn’t sure if she would ever get that. Well, maybe elsewhere, but most definitely not in Arain. She didn’t think she could even fully entertain the idea without being worried about how everything could go wrong, even though she knew that that was not how emotions function.

“Then do something for an anniversary.” Iris hadn’t been in a romantic relationship for quite some time, but she still remembers what it was like. “Anniversaries are a big thing. Have a one week or a one month anniversary or something!” Perhaps one week is stretching it? But no, no moment is guaranteed in this Forest, so being able to say that a relationship has lasted for a week, or a month, any sort of time period, should be celebrated. “When you celebrate anniversaries, you show that you remember how you two started, while also celebrating where the two of you are now. And if they weren’t planning anything, then you can surprise them. Show them how thoughtful you are.” This felt vaguely like when she was back in university, helping her friends plan special dates with their significant others. Is that what her friendship with Gabriel had turned into? Oh god.

Iris felt like shit for teasing Gabriel as she listened to him. She had no idea— but she couldn’t have known. And his description of falling in love was terribly accurate. Scarily spot on. Nobody warned me it wasn’t something you could opt out of! Iris knew that she couldn’t, and it fucking sucked. Her face shifted slightly at Gabriel’s touch, a flicker of indecision and well-buried pain coming to the surface for just a moment. “You spend your time cuddling animals. Of course you’d give brilliant hugs.” She moved forward, intent on continuing this walk, before she stopped, turning to lean against a tree. “First off, you should definitely plan something for an anniversary. Make sure that your partner is caught off guard. And if you can, make your own food. A mix of your favorites to share with the other, as well as food you know that is their favorite is a safe way to go.” Was there anything else? No. Not anything that she could help with, at least. 

“Next. Love is like that. You’re not lucky enough to choose who you fall in love in. If we could choose who and when we love someone, we would have a much easier life.” A much easier life. Fucking— that Guardian. No. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself. His name is Rhodri. And fucking hell. Of course she chose the sweetest, kindest one to occupy the empty spaces of her mind. She really needed to spend more time away from him. It would help in killing this before it got too out of hand. 

“And Gabriel. I’m fine. Truly.” She just had to get her shit together. “But thank you for the offer. Although I hope hugging isn’t just reserved for sad days.” Gabriel had quickly become one of the few people in this Forest that she enjoyed spending time with. If the Bishop Pack ever got the chance to leave, Iris would definitely miss this human-ignorant Enchanter with a hidden streak for mischief and a heart as golden as his hair. But the Pack wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon, so she shall focus herself on helping this poor man figure out human holidays and navigating romance. Even if she is nowhere near the world’s best model for love.

[ailisinwonderland]

✧ OPEN STARTER ✧ Your muse making a mistake ✧

Ailis had left the cabin early this morning. She just wanted some fresh air because she’d been cooped up inside for the past few days and decided it was time to get out. She couldn’t help herself though- even out and about she’d brought something to play with. It wasn’t anything major she was just trying to rewire a cellphone she’d found in pieces. It was old, like one of the old bricks but Ailis just wanted to fix it because … well why not.

So she’d found herself seated on a log with her legs crossed and bent over the little device. She placed the back on the phone and turned it over. Pressing the power button she gave it just a teensy bit of power to the battery. There was a crackle and a spark on that back. She could feel the heat in her hand. She dropped it as the little cellphone began to spark again and smoke. She quickly stepped on it. Making the pieces fall apart again- disconnecting whatever was sparking inside. She then immediately looked around to see if anyone happened to have caught that. Or if she could pretend it never happened.

[irisofwolves]

Everywhere Iris looked was green. She was started to get really tired of all the green. How can someplace so fucking huge cause her to feel so goddamned claustrophobic? Maybe it was just all the tension simmering to a boil around her. If people weren’t careful, this whole place would explode, and then nobody would survive. But until then, she would have to occupy her time. It wasn’t like she could get a job. Or could she? What sort of industries are there in Arain? Iris mentally shrugged before continuing on her mindless walk.

She turned the corner, catching the tail end of— an enchantress making a very old phone spark to death? Was that intentional? Or accidental? Still, it had been forever since she’d seen that model— and she was probably intruding on somebody’s alone time. And yes. That was another reason why this Forest made her feel so claustrophobic. She always runs into people, and more often than not its people she’d never met before. And she has definitely been staring too long. Iris straightened up, taking a clear step backward. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to intrude on... on whatever you were doing,” she said, gesturing vaguely towards the other woman. “I’m not quite sure if that was what you had intended for that phone, but either way good luck?” Be polite, be quick, and go on her way. The best course of action. No fights, no awkward conversations, nothing. Just nod your head and keep going. Making friends is nice, but there was no guarantee the other woman would want to be friendly. God, when had she become more asocial than she already was?

[irisofwolves]

gabriel-enchanted:

Maybe it was familial guilt that had him apologizing, because she had a point, Avery would not be sorry, but he still felt like someone should be. So why not him? His head cocked at the poke because that was not at all a punch and he knew Iris better than that but the questions that came after it made him flush and feel warm despite the chill still around them. He took the coat out of her hands and tried not to combust as she made several guesses about his love life and the various iterations it could be. The thought of Avery and Anthony trying to share anything was too much for him and he had to laugh finally as he pulled the fabric around himself and watch her kick the wood to pieces. “Well, now that that is out of your system, sure. A walk sounds lovely.” Shoving his hands into his pockets and reaching for the warming stone there, he held it out for her to take before dipping down to find another one for himself.

It was only when they’d gone a few feet that he realized he wasn’t going to get out of talking so easy and that perhaps it’d be better to lay it out before her imagination ran too wild. “Romantically, our hearts are firmly with different people.” Gabriel clarified finally. “Avery and Oscar are perfect for one another, really. Not exactly cut from the same cloth, but complimentary all the same. And I…have someone of my own. Who’d share about as well as Avery would.” Grinning to himself, he walked a few more paces trying to come up with some way to explain their dynamic without settling on the complicated word she’d tossed out earlier. “Avery’s…we made a mutual promise to protect each other when he took me in. A lot has changed since the last time we ran into one another. And a large part of that is due to Avery. So, I guess it’s fair to call him a friend. A good friend. But yeah, so I live in the Forts now, I’m half as paranoid as I was, I’m learning how to let people be my friends and how to stop running and maybe how to let nice things happen to me. I got someone who knows the good and the bad and still wants to kiss me anyway so…that’s always good. Except, I kind of dropped the ball. I didn’t know what Valentine’s day was. Are there other sappy-for-no-reason holidays I should be aware of because I’m about to just make up my own and give ‘em chocolates and flowers on a random day and call it even.” Actually, that wasn’t a bad plan at all. “What ‘bout you? Catch me up in what’s been going on with you. How’s the fox?” 

Iris couldn’t help the dubious eyebrow that rose with Gabriel’s actions. Why was he handing her a stone? She tentatively reached out and took it, quickly pressing down on the gasp that fought to come out. She felt warm. That was new. She followed Gabriel, rolling the stone between her fingers, inwardly marvelling at magick. That’s pretty damn useful. It was a weird contrast, the cold wind against her skin, but the warmth of the stone beating through her body. 

She looked up as Gabriel began talking, listening intently to his words. So they are good friends? Hmm— good friends with a really strong emotional connection. That is an interesting twist. Oh— “Avery and Oscar?” Iris wondered. She tilted her head. Two people who seem very comfortable with themselves, and yet one is far more easy-going while the other is wound so tight. Yes, she could see that working. “Nevermind, on second thought, that makes a fair bit of sense.” Avery and Oscar is an interesting dynamic, but what had truly caught her attention was that Gabriel seemed lighter. Happier. “So you have a romantic partner too? That’s exciting!” She just hoped that this doesn’t end in tears— after all, broken interpersonal relationships could lead to broken interspecies relations. And Gabriel would be unhappy and closed off again. And Avery would go apeshit. “I’m glad things are finally going your way Gabriel,” Iris said, genuine happiness in her voice. “God knows someone deserves to be happy in this Forest.”

Hearing his general confusion over human holidays made her snort— again. It was reminiscent of their first encounter, and Iris couldn’t help but wonder if she should just make him a calendar of all the major holidays, and what the traditions are for said holidays. Perhaps she should? “No. The only holiday that is intentionally sappy is Valentine’s Day. And anyways, isn’t it more romantic if the gesture is spontaneous and unexpected?” Valentine’s Day was such a big deal back in middle and high school, but once everybody hit college, less people cared. In all honesty, the best thing about Valentine’s Day was the day after, where all the big bags of chocolate would be on clearance. After all, many understood that Valentine’s Day was very much a holiday pushed by companies to sell goods and services. Still... the sentiment was appreciated. “Just plan to do something nice with your girlfriend. Or boyfriend. Partner. I’m sure that somebody like you is perfectly capable of creating a date that is suitably romantic,” she retorted, a teasing lilt to her voice. And perfect. She had neatly side-stepped his question.

[irisofwolves]

gabriel-enchanted:

His fae friend? Gabriel’s head tilted slightly, uncertain how or what she knew and was asking after. Luckily, she elaborated before he had to ask and said elaboration lightened his mood considerably because that sounded a hell of a lot like Avery and the way she described it made him laugh. “A very particular kind of fondness?” He repeated with some delight. “What kind of fondness is that?” he teased before laying her concerns to rest. “I found Avery, yes. I take it you were the poor soul he was stuck in the maze with then?” Now he was extra glad to find her in one piece but he didn’t dare say as much out loud. “We’re friends, Avery and I. His heart belongs to another and I…well, that’s another story entirely. Perhaps for a time where you feel a little less like hitting something? I do apologize if Avery was…insulting or abrasive. The maze didn’t see any of us at our best.”

Gabriel was just grateful it hadn’t lasted any longer. The darkness he feared in himself had come quicker and harsher than he’d expected and would have proven harder to banish the longer despair and rage had continued to burn. But this time, at least, he’d done things different. He reached out, he stuck close to supports he had and tried not to give in to easier paths. “It’s gettin’ cold so come on. Hit me. I promise I won’t use magick this time.” Although, magick would have been the only thing from the fae getting his hands on Gabriel and he privately resolved again to work on defensive magick as soon as he was done here, pushing the strange encounter out of mind. “You doing okay? I can listen and avoid being hit if you want.”

A small smile grew on her face at Gabriel’s ribbing, however she definitely was not about to elaborate. He could make of it what he’d like. Iris wasn’t going to even bother trying to puzzle out what the dynamic could possibly be. It seemed... complicated. She was glad that she had found him in the end though. It seemed like that would be the best for the safety of everybody in Arain if Avery was happy. It was clear that Avery would burn the world to the ground for the people he cared for, and while that quality is certainly terrifying, it is also admirable. Iris would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit that she would do the same for the people she cared for. “You needn’t apologize for his behavior. We were both on edge, and even if he had treated me like shit, he wouldn’t have been sorry.” 

Iris poked the other man’s arm, inwardly wincing at how cold his skin was. She should probably tell him to put his coat back on. “So are you pining for him, or are both of your hearts firmly with different people? The way you’ve described the situation allows for either interpretation.” Iris turned, spotting Gabriel’s coat before picking it up, gently dusting it off. “ Or are you two— together? With other people? Polyamorous?” she asked, holding out her hand, offering the coat back. “And I think hitting you while you are slowly freezing seems like a bit much.” Iris planted herself firmly before rapidly spinning around and kicking the plank of wood firmly, smirking in satisfaction as she watched it splinter into pieces. “We could take a walk instead?” Iris didn’t really want to talk about everything that was plaguing her, but she knew that allowing herself to drown in her thoughts would be counterproductive and far too damaging. Perhaps Gabriel’s presence would allow her a momentary reprieve from the cacophony of thoughts in her mind.

[irisofwolves]

What is your favorite thing about being a werewolf?

“Running. Running as a wolf. And the connection within the Pack. Both are so special.”

[irisofwolves]

What would you say is your greatest achievement?

“Putting up with Jason and Abraham’s arguments. Camila is a far better at this than I am. She is an angel.”

still being alive in this Forest.

[irisofwolves]

What movie can you watch over and over without ever getting tired of?

“Any Disney/Pixar movie. And Shrek. Easy to watch, and easy to rewatch.”

[irisofwolves]

t-cousland:

The run was so damn good! He had never ran this much and this free before. Well, he technically did a lot of running but he was always in his sleeved clothing, to be protected from the sun and possible poisonous plants, even if they were comfortable enough to run with, it was still much more different than running with this kind of freedom. Is this what wolves felt? It was divine! He laughed in his head at that, even as his breathing came in short and heavy bursts. Werewolves had the luck of their fur covering them, unless they were running away naked because they didn’t have clothes?

He almost stopped running at that thought that made him laugh, but the fact that he could hear foot steps everywhere - fast - just behind him made him go and push, farther and farther - he didn’t even know where the finish line exactly was. All he knew was that at the very shore of Faelias did he stop running, the beauty of it’s pristine, peaceful waters - a beauty further enhanced by his heartbeat and adrenaline. Damn what a beautiful place, a beautiful damn locked place. A place where he was both free, a prisoner - but at least he had people who somehow- didn’t think he was a freak, that somehow, was there with him, joking, laughing, and of course - of course for the select few he had been with for so long - caring.

Just as he turned to look at Iris- who was no doubt supposed to be behind him - Tobias did not expect such a violent jump that pushed them both in the water. He gave out another yell -although this time much more dignified - dignified until his hand flailed and he sputtered as the water went in his mouth. “Caught is an understatement for you wolves.” he laughed before quickly climbing up to dunk Iris’ head in the water. With a laugh he swam a little to the side - of course his shoes got wet, sad, but everything else was just small clothes- unlucky for the other one obviously.

Tobias proceeded to splash the offending jumper grateful for the small things in life. “Hope you got some clothes here! Cause you’re definitely gonna be a wet human or a wet dog!” Again wonder and questions came to his mind. Would Iris, as a drenched person also turn into a drenched wolf, and do they have to be naked before turning or risk ruining their clothes? That’s kinda hard. “Do –” he started asking as he continued to throw out splashes “Have you ever wrecked a good amount underwear because you changed as a wolf while in clothes?”

Iris sputtered indignantly as her head was forcefully pushed into the water. She resurfaced quickly, wiping her face and coughing out the water she had accidentally ingested. And then he splashed her. That bastard. Iris quickly swam towards the other man before putting one hand into the water, pushing a large wave towards him. He definitely deserved to get even more soaked. Any guilt she had felt disappeared into thin air. 

“The wet clothes don’t matter so much to me.” She was fairly sure half of what she was wearing wasn’t even her’s. While wearing wet clothing is not the most comfortable way to be spending her day, shifting into a wet wolf is not much better. The clothes would have to be dried anyways, so she may as well wear them back to the Caves. And underwear? Fucking— bras. “Learning how to shift was such a pain. Do you know how many bras I ripped and ruined?” When Iris had just been turned, Abraham had made an effort to teach her how to shift between the two forms, and how to shift between the forms smoothly. She hadn’t been comfortable wearing less than a full outfit in front of him and the Pack, so she had wrecked so many bras simply from practicing. Iris didn’t even want to know how much money she lost during those first couple of months. 

“$20 for a bra— If I went to Target. Those months, I didn’t even bother thinking about buying nice quality bras.” Her rant continued. Tobias’s attention was mostly irrelevant. She just had so many issues with the prices of bras. “Clothing for women is far too expensive. Things that are considered women’s necessities are too expensive.” Fucking capitalism. 

Iris waded in the water for a while, just relaxing before quickly ducking down underneath the surface, letting the water muffle her senses, creating a sense of calm. She slowly resurfaced, her eyes finding Tobias’s once more. “How is life Tobias? Everything alright?” Despite all appearances, she did care about the other man. Being with him was fun, and that fun should be preserved for as long as possible.

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gabriel-enchanted:

On the way back from the lake a series of pounding noises caught his attention, and dear goddess, did he want to ignore them. He didn’t want to spend another second out in the snow and cold and away from the people who’d grown to mean something to him. But on the other…he was never one who could turn his back when someone needed help and so he trudged a bit west, grumbling, and only hurrying the pace a bit when he realized he was somewhat near the wolves. Was one of them in trouble? Had the whole maze not melted? Nearly running, he made his way through the trees until the sounds lead them to Iris. Who was not in any way stuck in a maze but more, really pissed at a wooden contraption. Leaning against a tree to catch his breath, he considered his options - he could pretend he saw nothing and go back home, he could interrupt, he could wait until she stopped on her own, he could call all the cute animals in the immediate area to surround her to make her stop, or give her a real moving target to hit.

Gabriel’d not gotten to spar since Avery intervened and now that his head was in a better place, why not? The itch came back stronger than he was prepared for, fueled by the anger he couldn’t aim anywhere because he didn’t know who or what had tossed him into that maze and further broken pieces he couldn’t afford to lose. Soft French quickly had his fists wrapped in a similar fashion and he shrugged his coat off before circling around the wooden contraption so she saw him from the front and hopefully not get a kick to the midsection for his interruption. “Hey.” he said quietly. “How about round two?” Then he could offer some water and animals to soothe whatever she was trying to pound out of herself. “Sidebar, I’m glad to see you in one piece.” 

Punch. Kick. Duck. Turn. Kick. Spin. Kick. Punch. The repetitiveness gradually turned her agitation into serenity. She has said it before and she will say it again; sparring and practicing is an activity that has calming properties like no other. Perhaps this is why she got along so well with Jason, despite the initial misgivings? She kept moving, only stopping when a familiar head of blond hair entered her eye-line. 

Gabriel. Without a coat. In the winter. Surprising, although judging by the bindings on his hands— and his words, he had removed it only to spar. Should she take him up on that offer? Maybe later, but first, it was good to see him. It eased some of her worries, and she was sure that her companion from the maze (Avery? Avery.) would have been very happy to have seen him unharmed. Gabriel may not be pack, but he was an acquaintance, a friend. She didn’t have many friends who weren’t wolves, and she really didn’t want to lose what little friends she had. “I’m glad to see you in one piece too. Did you get to see your fae friend?” Should she elaborate? Did Gabriel have many fae friends? Gabriel seemed the type to make many friends wherever he went— perhaps she should. “You know, the one who is vaguely terrifying when he is angry? He seems to hold a very particular kind of fondness for you?” Were they a thing? But the fae also seemed quite emotional over Oscar. And Tobias. Well— she’s not going to judge. After all... Abraham and Camila and Jason— no. No no no no no. She doesn’t want to think about them— and she doesn’t want to think about that.