#kidlock rp

[bakerstreetramblings]

open.

     “I’m NEVER gonna be tall.”

[bakerstreetramblings]

          “I that am lost, oh, who will find me?          Deep down below the old beech tree.

         Help, succour me now, the east winds blow.          Sixteen by six, brother, and under we go...”

     Sherlock murmured the song softly under his breath, the tune nearly lost in softness. He couldn’t get it out of his head. And yet, he had no idea where it had come from. He couldn’t remember. Or maybe it had no origin at all ...

[himbo-bagginses]

[Kidlock/Werelock RP]

((Sherlock=8-10 John can be adult or child, human or not. New to this, so bear with me)) ~No Johnlock if John is older, for obvious reasons.~

I don’t know how to RP on the Tumblr format, so message me if you’re interested and we can RP over email or something.

Sherlock ran through the forest on his newly formed paws, scared out of his wits. After the big scary dog bit him, he’d suddenly transformed into a wolf himself, and was quickly thrown into a cage made of a silvery metal that burned his skin every time he touched it. When the bad men weren’t looking, he had managed to slip through the bars and out into the forest. He had no idea where he was or where he was going. All that mattered was getting away. He’d worry about the rest later. Suddenly, he was halted in his tracks by a sharp pulling sensation on his back leg. He pulled again, but the feeling only got tighter around his leg. He pulled and pulled and pulled, but only managed to make the lure cut deeper into his leg. He was stuck.

[stopxthemxlaughing]

"Where c'n a kid get a gun t'ese days?"

[stopxthemxlaughing]

"T'at's how 'm gonna have'ta do it, t'en - wit' a gun."

[stopxthemxlaughing]

"I gotta get rid 'a him."

[stopxthemxlaughing]

"I t'ink ev'ry fairy tale needs a good villain."

[stopxthemxlaughing]

"I was 'sposed t' visit me Pa today..."