tomodachi life giving you so many oppertunities for custom images and text with no filters means the obvious answer is of course to fill it with sex and penis. which is why i appreciate that every tomodachi life post ive seen is actually pretty lacking in sex and penis. instead we've been giving our miis enough cigarettes to kill a small village.
maidens if you are going to flee dramatically from my castle in the middle of the night once i reveal my true nature to you please leave your candelabra on the little ledge by the portcullis we are running out of them
starting to think these maidens are stumbling in soaked through from the rain just to steal my beautiful gowns and homeware are any of you actually lost
Author notes: I deadass have never been in a deciduous forest so I have no idea how to write one lol I’m sorry. Pine forest upon ye!! I kept this as inclusive as I absolutely could, even in descriptions of werewolf features. If I can make it a little more inclusive, please let me know!!
I also intend this to be a short series, this is just the first part :) Enjoy!
Pine cones and needles cracked sharply under his feet as he trudged on. No destination, he only wandered hoping to find one. When he last slept he couldn’t remember and the dark under his eyes grew deeper. This forest was unfamiliar to him. He didn’t know what lurked here and in spite of his massive size and fearsome appearance, the thought frightened him.
As if the wind itself read his mind, he heard a snap behind him and some friction on bark. He snapped his head over his shoulder and turned.
Halfway hidden by a tree stood a figure silhouetted in the thin fog, seemingly furred at the head and with canine ears that shot back on its head when their gazes met. Worst, two eyes glared the bright moonlight unnaturally back at him. But this figure was so much taller than the wolves he’d killed and one of which whose skin he wore. His blood stalled when he remembered the myths of direwolves the old man had told him; wolves much bigger and stronger than average and more diligent in their tracking. And then he remembered what wolves did to the only man to show him kindness.
Rage rose from the base of his spine and bloomed in his chest, blood rushing into his ears as he breathed in the chilled air to his large lungs. He released his fury in a horrific, inhuman roar, echoing off every tree and shaking the air.
He set off toward it, boots slamming on the ground, hellbent on ending this creature so it couldn’t hurt himself or anyone else. Eyes locked onto the creature’s. His glared in the light in the same way, unafraid of the beast that threatened him, as they were of the same ilk. Just as he got within one more bound of it, it jumped at him and he raised his fists to bring down on its head. But he stopped.
What jumped out at him was a furious face, snarling and defensive. But it wasn’t that of a massive dog…it was a woman. Hair grew from her cheekbones and back like a wolf’s head fur and the underside of her nose seemed dark and textured like a dog’s. Canine ears shot back from top of her temples in a threat display as she bared sharp top and bottom teeth at him. Her eyes glinted in the same way one of his did. She stayed snarling at him as they stood in cold silence for a moment. His eyes didn’t move from hers, but her features gradually softened just a little. Still defensive, her ears moved forward and she looked over him, all the way up and all the way down. A low, warning rumble came from her chest.
He blinked at her, lowering his arms, though that made her jump and give another snarl, ears going back to where they’d been.
“I will not harm you….you are not what I thought you were.” He spoke.
“What do you think I am?” she huffed, voice no different than the women he’d heard speak before. A monster. One like me. “A direwolf…my..mentor warned me of larger wolves that killed animals and men.”
“Well….you’re not as mistaken as you could be,” she halfway mused, cautiously standing from her crouched down position.
“Now I ask…what are you?” she blinked at him. He noticed then that her eyes were black where whites would usually be. But the color they held in the center of that darkness was deeply human. He found himself looking at her for longer than he meant to. Someone close-to-but-not-quite human as himself.
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You stared at the beast walking your territory carefully, trying to not make any noise as you rolled your soft boots over rotted leaves and needles, trying to understand what he was from afar.
Your heart skipped a beat when a pine branch snapped under your booted foot and his head whipped to you.
His paled appearance, dark frame and one glaring eye stared back at you and you understood that he was not something you’d encountered before. But you only had a moment to think before he registered you and let out a horrific roar, like a bear’s and a man’s, that made your heart shrivel and sink into your stomach.
You couldn’t decide if you should run or fight, and he was advancing too quickly for you to make a conscious decision.
Fear only briefly gripped you until he got closer and raised his fists to bash your skull in.
Fight.
So you made yourself as fearsome as you could while still protecting your body, snarling and baring all your teeth, unblinking as you met his eyes but didn’t move. He didn’t see your clawed hand bared at your side.
He hesitated and so did you. He was a man, yes, but unlike you’d ever seen. Men didn’t have eyes that reflected from the back like hers…like a dog’s. Your ears flicked when he spoke to you. More than that he didn't accuse you of what you were, he asked.
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He looked down to think a moment before he answered her. You didn’t interrupt but took the opportunity to look at the seams of his skin and his hair ... .and the wolf’s skin across his shoulders. The fur-like hair on the back of your neck stood back up, and you jumped when he answered finally. “…I don’t know what I am yet..”
Your head jerked at his answer. It was shockingly honest and unguarded, and put you more at ease. Some kind of understanding embedded itself between you. What exactly, you weren't sure yet but the air felt a hair less chilled as you stood up to your full height.
“Well..you haven’t immediately harmed me. I thank you for that.”
“I pray you forgive me for my introduction,” His choice of words made the corner of your lip flick up for a moment.
“I believed you meant to hunt me.”
“That wouldn’t end terribly well for me, I’m afraid,” you joked and noticed how his lip also smirked slightly. But again, your eyes moved to the wolf skin stole.
You tried to brush the story in your mind away. “I’ve asked too much of a stranger already, but again if I may, why didn’t you strike me?”
“I have no qualms with a woman who defends herself against my mistaken observation.”
You paused for a moment, unable to remember the last time you had been referred to as a ‘woman’ and not a monster, a witch or an omen.
“Again, I thank you…” you trailed off as you glanced at his hand, held curled at his side as if he hesitated to even have it out.
Very cautiously, you began to move your own hand up from your side, movements hesitating. Gradually, you turned your palm up. He watched it, contently confused. “May I?’ you asked aloud.
It seemed like an instinct that took him an extra thought but he raised his hand and let fragmented skin touch yours. He was so much warmer than you expected, simply based on appearance. You didn’t notice how he sharply took a breath when your skin touched as the movement got lost in his massive form.
As you gently rubbed a thumb instinctually over the side of his hand, he looked down. “Your hands are clawed.” He simply observed, no judgement in the tone.
“Part of the curse,” you said factually and lifted his hand closer to your face to look closer.
He stood totally still, somehow worried about frightening the other monster haunting the trees. You looked over the seams of his skin and the various colors. You didn’t ask any questions, feeling you had no more right to pry, just observed. He was here with you, you hadn't harmed each other and he asked about you. That was all you needed to know for the moment.
He looked over your hand in return, noting the darkening nails that grew into points but they were…dulled slightly. Roughly and unevenly, but intentionally. The bandages wrapped around your hand and part of your forearm seemed more functional than medical, stained with dirt and darker brown spots that seemed like old blood. He also wanted to ask, but refrained.
Eventually, in the comfortable silence, you spoke. “Well..there’s no purpose in us standing here. Join me,” you took your hand away to gesture to him to follow as you turned. A short wolf’s tail extended from the base of your spine down to your knee, which made him blink in wonder.
How odd you are. And how similar.
When you didn’t hear any steps behind yourself, you looked and saw he hadn’t moved. “Please? Does that help?” You smiled kindly at him.
He felt something stir in him and for once it felt like comfort. Something he had experienced briefly in the mill, a mouse curled in his hand and about his hair as it grew.
“Where?”
“My..” Well, it wasn’t quite a house. Or a whole cottage even. “My home. Come,” She gestured again and this time he very hesitantly took a step forward,unsure if he was allowed even though he’d been asked. More unsure and uneven steps followed as he tried to match your gait.
It was comfortable. It must have looked ridiculous from afar, this massive and fearsome man following a smaller but more unnatural-looking beast as a tail swung behind her.
You trudged through trees and brush, finally finding the familiar trail. You walked a little quicker and the man shakily matched it. Through thick trees and into a dense, dark aspen grove, her ears perked forward when she found her home and led him to it.
He looked over the small, seemingly neglected cottage in the center of the eyed trees, part of it having fallen down and been hesitantly propped back up by shoddy carpentry. The exterior was used but loved, clear she had tried to make a home of it. Inside, something glowed warmly, though. He looked back to you as you spoke finally. “Please don’t think me rude, but my social sensibilities have waned. I forgot to ask your name,”
He froze when she looked at him expectantly. Not once had he been asked before. He tried to remember if he had ever chosen one for himself and forgotten. One didn’t come to mind, just words that weren’t what he understood as names.
But he remembered a page of the first book the old man read through with him in his mind’s eye and the name of the first man. The name given to someone as new a creature on the earth and as unique then as he was now, someone also brought about by a self-declared, all-powerful man meddling with life and death in ways questioned and maligned, but productive all the same.
“..Adam.” He answered after a long pause.
You smiled at that, having stayed quiet and allowing him the room to choose a name for himself.
“Well, let me welcome you, Adam.”
You stepped into your home and couldn’t help the small smile as he turned himself slightly to get through the door. The inside was welcoming and warmer than he was used to. The walls and parts of the floor had been patched. A hearty fireplace stood at the far end, and a bed near that. There was a desk with paper he didn’t dare look over yet, feeling it to be an intrusion. Two pillows sat in front of the fire, one clearly far more used than the other which struck him in the heart for reasons he felt but couldn’t describe.
You gestured vaguely, wishing for the first time that your living quarters were better suited for company. “I don’t have much, but it’s mine. And yours for now,” she mused nervously as she turned to the stove, setting some wood in it.
The sentiment, though, warmed Adam’s heart.
He stood there in the wide room, unsure of where he was allowed to go. You looked back at his still, dark figure, turning. “Oh, apologies, please get comfortable by the fire. I’ll join you in a bit.” You gestured to the pillows and he nodded, trailing over.
He stepped so carefully, as if he’d fall through the floor, but gradually he got more comfortable. When he reached the pillow, you watched from the corner of your eye as he sat, shrinking himself down and clumsily sitting, having to consider how to land on the pillow. You turned your head back to the stove, concealing an amused and affectionate smile. He was so large and strong and still wielded his body as if it belonged to both an animal and a man.
You set some water to boil and went to settle into your favorite pillow yourself. He watched you, surprised someone would be so willing to share a fire with him, much less a home.
You stretched and sighed as you settled down. “I thank you for offering me some company,” you eventually spoke, eyes transfixed on the flames. “It grows..lonely here. Often. You can imagine why someone may not be as eased by my presence as they may be with one who doesn’t resemble the thing that kills their livestock,” you chuckled and finally glanced at him.
It caught you off guard how…ungaurded he was. He watched and listened to you, focused on your words like he studied them. After just a brief pause of processing, he spoke as well. “I’m sad to say I more than understand..but you have been nothing but kind to me.”
Slowly, you blinked at him, noting again how his eye glared in the light. You understood more about each other than the other would say or could quantify. So for the time being you nodded, and leaned back on your hands, letting the fire warm both of you.
He watched your tail curl over the edge of the pillow and your eyelashes glaring in the warm light and decided to rest as well, letting his legs relax from being tucked against his chest. He closed his eyes and deeply sighed, finally able to relax in company so sudden and familiar.
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