Oct 3, 2016
“French fries are not a breakfast food.” Theo
[Prompt]
“Yer startin’ ta sound like yer ma,” Tommy teased, before waving the food near Theo’s face. “C’mon, it’s good - an’ any food is better than none fer breakfast.”
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“French fries are not a breakfast food.” Theo
[Prompt]
“Yer startin’ ta sound like yer ma,” Tommy teased, before waving the food near Theo’s face. “C’mon, it’s good - an’ any food is better than none fer breakfast.”
✿ ☼ ✉ - Theo
[Prompt]
✿ Appearance
“Pff... scruffy is prolly the best way to describe Theo,” he said with a grin. “He’s not bad-lookin’ or nothin’, though. He’s got the dark hair and bright blue eyes like his sister and his ma, and he’s pretty fit. Not super muscular or nothin’, but uh... what’s it called... lean! He’s lean.”
☼ Personality
“Barely ever see ‘em without a smile,” Tommy replied cheerfully, clearly in good spirits. “He’s always makin’ a joke or flirtin’ with someone or just bein’ in a good mood. Never went too long without laughin’ ‘round Theo...” The Breton trailed off, and his smile faded some, as if he had only just remembered how long it had been since they had last seen one another.
“...I miss him.”
✉ Intelligence
“He’s smart and clever too,” he said matter-of-factly. “He and I used to make traps for some’a the animals we hunted. If not traps, then we’d just muck about in the woods, building little dams in the rivers or makeshift lean-tos out in places we liked to stay.”
✿ ✉ ☠ ♥ - Rhena
[Prompt]
✿ Appearance
“Last I saw her she was as lovely as ever,” he said, smiling fondly at the thought of her. “She’s got real dark hair and these big, bright blue eyes. Prettier than the moon.”
✉ Intelligence
“Rhen’s always been smart - way smarter than me - probably one of the smartest people I know,” Tommy replied with a knowing nod. She was always real quick to pick up new skills and was one of the better trackers the pack had.”
☠ Battle Prowess
“I wouldn’t wanna piss her off.”
♥ Romantic Potential
Tommy turned a deep shade of red and cleared his throat uncomfortably, shuffling his feet and turning his eyes to the ground before shrugging. “Doubt she’d be interested in someone like me.”
"Hey, I remember you. You came to see us after... when..." Theo swallowed and pursed his lips, not wanting to re-tell the news Shad had shared with them last time they met. "Have you seen Tommy? I'm trying to find him."
Shad smelled the boy before he saw him, and he instinctively turned his eyes toward the fellow werebeast before the boy had started to speak. The Nord didn’t recognize the young man at first, not until he mentioned Tommy’s name. Immediately, Shadrach’s suspicious expression softened, and he nodded in response.
“Aye. Tommy’s stayin’ with a friend ‘n I,” he said, before pausing and looking the kid over once more. “...could take y’to ‘im, if y’want.”
“Uh hey, excuse me,” Theo cleared his throat and tapped the stranger’s shoulder. “Have you seen a young man, brown hair, kinda blue eyes? His name’s Tommy. I was told he’d be here in Whiteun.”
Bo turned at the stranger’s tap, and raised his brows expectantly. The description didn’t particularly strike a chord with Bo - after all, plenty of people fit that description, but the name, however, that he recognized.
“Uh... I’ve seen him around,” the Nord said, furrowing his brows slightly at the stranger before giving them a once over. Had the young man asked for anyone else, he might have been more open about where they could be found. But Tommy had suffered from some sort of attack, and Bo wasn’t willing to potentially hand the kid over to someone who might cause him pain again.
“How do you know him?”
“Uh hey, excuse me,” Theo cleared his throat and tapped the stranger’s shoulder. “Have you seen a young man, brown hair, kinda blue eyes? His name’s Tommy. I was told he’d be here in Whiteun.”
The scent wasn’t something that caught Arlow by surprise. After all, there were plenty of werewolves in Whiterun, despite the Nord not recognizing this particular young man as one from the city. What did catch him off guard, however, was his mention of Tommy. Immediately, the Nord’s gentle curiosity hardened to suspicion, and Arlow found himself giving the stranger a closer look.
“I know most of the folk who live around here,” he said, turning to face the werewolf, knowing the boy would be able to smell his beastblood as well. “But I don’t usually go around giving out their location without knowing why someone’s looking for them. I don’t like to cause trouble, you understand.”
#2 [Wolves of the Reach]
Tommy and his family lived in a secluded area of the Reach’s wilderness. They survived on what game they caught and traded with caravans for other supplies.
Despite sticking mostly to their small home, the Moors did make friends with a few people outside their little pack. Most notably, a pair of Nord women who own and operate both a lumber mill and a small inn, Una and Greda; and a fellow pack of werewolves in Hjaalmarch, the Blackmanes.
Little Thing (Tort and whoever you like)
[Prompt]
(Random generator says Marduk)
The little Nord stared wide-eyed at the man, before raising her hands towards him, as if asking to be picked up.
"Can I ride on your shoulders?! I bet I could touch the moon! I bet I'd be taller than the Temple! I BET I'D BE TALLER THAN THE GIANTS!"