#ic;wolf

[detectivewxlf]

princely-etiquette

[ 狼 ] — People feared what they could not fathom, what they could not comprehend and such was the anxiety that arose upon hearing word of a predator hunting down their flocks. It was a mere rumour at first, some admitting that they'd heard the distant howls of a creature, others opting to remain silent about their encounters. How had word of it spread so fast as to make it to the palace? That was uncertain but the servants were indeed fueling the fire with their gossip, spreading it from place to place as they traversed the halls, like bees with flowers, dropping small and some-what incorrect facts where ever they went and that's how the tale of the ferocious beast emerged.

"I heard it's been prowling the forests at night, dragging off helpless lambs, someone even said they found one not far from the paddock with it's throat torn out!" One woman gasped, one hand covering her mouth and the other deftly folding a piece of cloth.

"That cannot be," Another added.

"But it's true! I heard it the other night, it was practically deafening but why would it comes out this far? Surely beasts like that only inhabit forests far from civilization, don't they?"

"Not anymore," The first sighed, adjusting the bundle in her arms-- It was only when she turned that she came face to face with the princess. "Oh! Your majesty, excuse our impertinence!" Hastily all of them ducked their heads, was it out of respect or obligation? Who knew.

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26.Wolf held a cigarette at his lips, inhaling deeply ❝ Hate to be the one to break it to you, but you’re terrible in bed. ❞ he muttered, blowing a precise ring of toxic fumes into the air.

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Vigilantly he scrutinized his surroundings, the scent of other creatures prominent yet almost stale, it'd seem that none had traversed this path for some times which left him hope that he could travel uninterrupted into the next town. Claws dug into damp earth as the beast stretched, a strenuous venture having left his muscles aching, his mind exhausted. For a moment he contemplated hunting, the mouth-watering scent of shrew almost too tempting to over-look however fatigue got the better of him, forcing the shifter to lower himself to the cool, moist earth, muzzles resting atop his paws. For now this would serve as a safe place to rest, he could worry about his complaintive stomach when he awoke.

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thecircusfreaks

[ 狼 ] — Frigid droplets clung to his pelt, claws unsheathing, searching desperately for stability in the marshy meadow. Hunger gnawed at his insides, ravaging his mind, causing exhaustion to begin hazing his senses. He had to find somewhere to rest, something to eat. His instincts told him that much.

In the distant vibrant, yellow dots glistened, penetrating night's veil, beckoning him. For a moment it was if his paws were moving on their own accord, slushing through the mud, spraying an an otherwise silver-coat with flecks of mud. The cold, ravenous beast hauled its way through winter's gale, seeking out those very lights.

When he approached the balcony the first thing to assault his ears was the merry laughter of men, their voices indecipherable, the scent of food enough to make his mouth water. The wolf snuck closer, aching to get a closer look at the innards of the establishment before him. It looked tempting; warm, spacious, unlike any place he'd stayed since the beginning of this bitter season.

It took him a moment to shift, silver fur retreating into his skin, skull contorting, returning to the countenance of a man, lifting himself up-right, off of his paws; it was truly, a grotesque sight. Much to his dismay he'd not packed anything in his sack as he generally did and found himself bare to the frost's assault, knowing for certain he needed to do something about this he sought out a man departing from the bar, knocking him unconscious; hauling him to the stalls were he dropped his unconscious form among the hay, making quick work of his clothes before donning them himself. Making sure to cover the man in hay as so he would awaken before freezing to death he began the trek inside, counting the gold pieces he'd looted from the traveler. After all, it was never bad to have some spare coins laying around just in case and he was sure staying here and eating would not come at a cheap price.

Ascending the stairs he cast a cautious glance into the insides, finding the crowd slowly dwindling as those remaining for the night vanished into their rooms. He approached the counter, slicking back his dew-ridden locks; a soft sigh escaping his lips "Is there any chance you'd have any remaining rooms and perhaps something to warm someone up would ya?" He asked the person manning the counter, a soft, forced smile taking to his lips.

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Blood cascaded between his fingers, fist burrowed deep into concrete, eyes pulsating an luminescent gold. He was furious with himself, with the cruel twist that fate had handed them, at his inability to console the woman he loved. “Fuck...” Slowly his arm fell to his side, leaning forward, forehead pressed against the crack, teeth grinding. What could he do for her? There had to be something, anything. How could you comfort someone after they’d lost their firstborn? Wolf, blinded by the necessity to assist her was oblivious to his own grief, to the agony, as it wasn’t only his child that he’d lost but the woman he adored. What.. Could he do?

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“I’m bound to this city, to her people. It’s my atonement. I protect them out of a selfish desire for liberation.” 

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[ 狼 ] — A repulsive scent permeated the vicinity, causing his lips to curl, hatred kindling in golden hues. A vampire.