[orsinthebear]

[ MEND ] for sender to treat receiver’s wound which leads to them having to remove an article of clothing resulting in revealing scars hidden beneath (from Bruno)

It's been some time since Orsin first arrived at this strange place and he can't say he particularly likes it. But he has grown accustomed to it. At least to a certain degree. Even the random men touching him trying to heal him. Though, that took a lot of effort from Orsin, and the men stupid enough to get close to him.

Obviously, Orsin liked to spend his time alone, and he usually spent it by a particular tree. And although barely anyone wandered that far from the heart of the town, the werebear was extremely territorial of the spot. However, there was one man in particular that managed to not receive the bears rage. Mostly due to being an omega much smaller than him. Usually, that would have meant Orsin would have ignored him, but their relationship was very much similar to those unlikely zoo friends.

Which is why Bruno had the liberty to inspect him like the other men. Without the threats of course. Orsin even took initiative when he noticed the struggle Bruno had with handling his oversized shirt, so he took it off for the omega. He expected tiny hands on his skin but instead he was left hanging.

"What?" He growled without the help of his magical pendant, only for it to step in to communicate the more elaborate thoughts. "It's not serious." What's done been done.

[wolftracked]

@orsinthebear

when nathan called him in the middle of the night, elias .. expected an emergency, but what he found .. wasn't necessarily that. well, it was & it wasn't. nathan had called him over for a favor. a big one no less. he knew the reason why he was called in for this was a grudge. elias ... might've helped trenton with intel on the werefox & he might or might not have played part in the reason why nathan had been cursed blessed with twins. so.. yeah, sure.. he had it coming. so, here he was, knocking on the door & waiting for the councilman to let him in. greeted with a nod, he stepped inside to find .. they weren't alone?

a good two hours later, he was headed home with a bear in tow. the sun was almost up by now, so instead of trying to maneuvered the bear into the makeshift bed on the couch, he sat him down on it & went to prepare breakfast for them. "you must be hungry." he hummed under his breath as he grabbed bacon & sausages from the fridge & eggs from the counter to make them the most opulent breakfast he could without having gone to the grocery store first.

so, the bear... didn't really speak human. elias didn't speak bear. or animal in general. surely, though... the scent of meat should ... help? it was strange having a bear in his home again. he thought that a bear would be the last thing to be finding on his living room couch again & for a split second when he turned around with filled plates, he could swear he saw trenton lounging on his couch. he didn't. but it felt real & he felt his heart clench at the sight.

it's not him. you're fine.

he moved slow around the other, setting the plate & cutlery down in front of him, although... part of him doubted he'd use it. "you uh, got a name?" he pointed at himself, "elias." waiting for their eyes to meet, "elias." then pointed at him & eyed him closely.

[orsinthebear]

The bear didn't really know what was going on, in one moment, he was catching fish in his bear form, and now he was wrapped in these strange fibers. Although he was sitting in this unfamiliar place seemingly calm, it was not an easy transition from that point to now. Orsin only was tolerant because of the potion that was forced down his throat. It felt like like he was induced with several tranquilizers all at once (though it was necessary with how aggressive he was with all the alphas, and with the omegas...). Clearly, he was better left alone in the wilderness.

Still, this was the trouble the town wanted to take on, and now the werebear was on the couch, staring at the little black box in front of him. His eyes glued on his reflection. Orsin knew that was himself, but he couldn't recognize him. It's not what he was used to. He wanted to be a bear again. He should be a bear again.

Upset, Orsin's gaze remained the television even when the stranger started cooking. It was only when the stranger moved close to present his food that the bear finally looked at him. He was still sluggish, but he looked the other up and down. Pretty big build, would have been competition for him, but then he smelled the particular scent of an omega, and knew that wouldn't be the case. Instead, he started thinking about how suitable he would have been to give him cubs if he were also a werebear.

After a brief moment, the stranger just began to spout nonsense. If it weren't for this potion, Orsin would have gotten wildly annoyed, but instead all he did was snarl his upper lip. Especially when he first pointed at him. But the potion did a number on him that he found himself leaning forward and pointed to himself. "l--LIAs." With a low and heavy growl, the beast struggled to repeat the sound, not understand what was being asked by him. But he copied the other exactly and with a heavy hand it was his turn to point at him, though he was generous and actually pressed his finger onto the other's chest. Soft.