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diving into the woods
It's early, sometime around a new moon and right after dawn. Khalil sleeps on his side, head more tucked against his outstretched arm than the pillow. The bandaged hand is close enough to touch Loup's hair and the werewolf's shifting causes his dark eyes to flutter open. He gives Loup a sleepy little smile and his injured finger tips brush through the hair that's fallen into Loup's face during sleep.
@el-hashem
There had been a little bit of a shake-up, Khalil getting hurt when a jack slipped-- not enough to be really bad, but enough that Loup didn’t feel right leaving him home alone. Loup likes the mechanic, has a little room ( a very little room, most of his living room an over-sized dog-cage, and just the one bedroom ), doesn’t mind the company. He made dinner, went on a run before bed, promised to show Khalil his workshop in the morning. It was good.
Loup has been awake off and on for most of the night, now, listening to Khalil’s breathing and the storm muttering outside.
The bed isn’t a problem. He’s gone camping with Khalil, has slept closer to him there than here. It’s fine and friendly and practical.
The problem is that Loup spends a lot of time avoiding strong emotional reactions, and Kahlil makes him feel...some kind of way. Not--bad, exactly. They’re friends. It’s friendly. But he doesn’t know what to do with it, and it makes him nervous in the way that spells trouble.
Khalil brushes his hair and that’s--okay. That’s fine, except his jacket is on the chair by the door and he can feel the prickle of claws underneath his fingertips. Loup is trying, is getting better at being near people, needs to be elsewhere for a little while.
( between the rain and spooking his good friend with a few hundred pounds of sudden wolf, he’ll take getting soaked any day. )
“Going to go. Jog. Be back later.”
Linger & Forest fire by Martin Tosh
Hunting cabin in Stordal, Norway
Submitted by Michał Gąsior
the magic that lingers in the air of autumny forests 🍂✨🍁
“Who did this to you?”
@el-hashemAll banged up
Loup has a collar, a bright orange thing with his tags and vaccinations, but he’s--big. And he gets it, he does, the knee-jerk fear.
( it’s not the first time a spooked hunter has shot him. it hurts, but he doesn’t go chasing after them like he wants to )
Which is how he comes to be laying at the side of the mostly-deserted road when the pickup truck pulls up. Werewolves heal fast, but for Loup it’s more days than hours, and the fur on his side is slicked down with blood. It’s fine, he’ll live, but he can’t run all the way back home like this.
He whuffs at Khalil when the mechanic lightly touches his side, and that great mouth opens just enough to lick a single stripe up his wrist before Loup sets his head back down on the road. He has a collar and tags and-- trusts Khalil. To call who he needs him to call, to be close to him, to do something with him.
Hm.
wolfilim replied to your post: “If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other...
i know he can protect himself but someone needs to protect loupe
please
“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
@wolfilimAll banged up
It’s hot enough that Loup’s layers have gone from impractical to dangerous, which is why he’s left most of them at home. Which is– fine, even if it leaves his throat a little more open than he’d like. It’s also why he’s leaning over the sink now, shirtless and rinsing cola from his henley.
Occasionally eating at the Jade Wolf while Luke talks at him about the benefits of being pack bound is an effort to get used to other wolves, and he’ll take being a little damp over ripping someone’s throat out because they startled him any day.
Loup takes a moment to look from the scars on his torso to Luke in the doorway, guarding him from the rest of the pack or the pack from him; and manages something approximating a joking smile in response.
“Hate to. See them too.”
Word of the day: “wolf-light” - twilight, dusk. French ‘Entre chien et loup’, ‘Between dog & wolf’ - the time when the familiar becomes wild.
“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”
@amatdestruiAll banged up
“Mhm.”
Loup doesn’t even bother snarling at the familiar voice, too busy disassembling his layers. Jace is–odd, heavily armed and clearly some sort of threat, but not a relevant one, doesn’t smell wrong like the thing Loup just fought did.
“Dead.” Hopefully, anyway. He’d managed to nearly rip it in half before the thing went for his face and he had to drop it, and he hadn’t seen where it went after that.
The jacket has to be fixed, but the next two shirts are trashed, and the third is already half-soaked in blood from where the claws got through. Loup doesn’t love that, loves the way the edges of the wounds are already tinged an unpleasant green even less.
“Fuck the city.”
“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”
@ladybelowdeckAll banged up
Loup is very deliberately not making eye contact or tilting to face Scotty, watches her out of the corner of his eye.
“They got. Aggressive. I retaliated.”
Those new wolves Scotty tried to warn him off of, already run off with their tails between their legs. When they got pushy about ‘their’ territory and tossing one of them didn’t work, he’d ended up sinking his claws into another’s guts until the pup squealed.
Loup didn’t actually gut her, thought about it, is working on it; but there’s enough blood left behind for pointed questions.
“Didn’t do anything that. Wouldn’t heal.”
By Antoine Bernier
Moonsickness
#notallwerewolves
Not unlike chickenpox in humans, moonsickness is a thing that effects most “young” werewolves for a brief period, and is a rare but serious problem later. Some werewolves never experience moonsickness at all, and the majority who do experience it recover within the first two years.
“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”
@ladybelowdeckAll banged up
Like this means agitated and aggressive, two days into the full moon and still human. It’s not good for him, makes him moonsick and unpleasant, but he doesn’t have a lot of options.
The Witch is busy, Hawthorn isn’t answering, and there’s no one else in this city that he trusts to let him out of his cage after he wears himself out.
He just wants to pick up some food and go back to hiding in his apartment. He’s just going to rip out Scotty’s throat if she keeps following him. Isn’t. Wants to. Is working on it.
“Go kiss a witch. Not your pack. Don’t need your help.”
“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”
@chatoyerdemonisteAll banged up
It’s not the first time Magnus has been--what? Protective of Loup? Concerned about him? even after Loup had said that he didn’t need protecting.
“Why do you. Care? There’s no debts outstanding.” Magnus doesn’t smell exactly like a witch, but he does magic, and Loup knows how that works. Debts and balances and bullshit, none of it free.
He’s not loving the idea of getting indebted to someone for care he didn’t ask for in the first place.
“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”
@amatdestruiAll banged up
“Suspicious?”
Two of the people Loup just tussled with are limping off with broken bones, sure, and the third is groaning next to the dumpster Loup tossed him into with enough force to dent the steel; but he didn’t start this, is limping himself when he moves in an oblique path around the “shadowhunter” to collect his jacket off the alley floor.
Jace, on the other hand, always looks like he came prepared for a war; all leather and swords; and there is too much fight left in Loup’s blood for him to politely ignore this fact.
“Have you. Looked at yourself?”
cmissary replied to your post: Loup is broadly unaware of the supernatural...
Just because the cult’s weird magic works doesn’t mean it’s not a weird magic cult.
Loup, softly: what the fuck is a Clave? a nephilim?? accords???? why the fuck do these cultists act like they have authority? I know what cops look like and they DO NOT HAVE SWORDS.