#moonlight brigade

[respheal]

“Put down that toy, my dear.”

(Thanks to LienSkullova for the ref! And our DM @mahotou!)

[wearebeguiler]

'Ha-ha!' the fox laughed. 'Just stories, you say, as if stories mean nothing? Stories are the stuff that sticks the world together. Stories are the mud from which we're all made. The power to imagine stories is the power to remake the world as we dream it.'

C. Alexander London, Moonlight Brigade

[nixnjix]

More intelligent than most, the wolf eyed the offering warily, his perspective gaze narrowing. A truce? His ears pinned back to his skull. What sort of truce? He was curious, willing to hear out what this Carter had to say. Making a curious sound, the wolf tilted his head to the side, a single ear pricked up. "If you just chill for one night, I'll let you roam free with me the next full moon." Freedom? Both ears went fully erect, the wolf finding his words to be very excitable news. To be free of this small confined room? Anything! "You like that, don't you? You gotta keep your word though. No crazy stuff. No ripping that couch to shreds. I had to replace that before Ven found out but he probably knows by now..." Course he knew. The fabric wasn't the fucking same and he couldn't no longer scent that delightful aroma that made him quiet and complacent. The wolf regretted shredding it as well, enjoying the scent as much as he had. "So you agree?" The wolf gave a full lick across his cheek in answer, snickering as Carter cringed, wiping the slobber away with his shirt. "I take that as a yes..."

[nixnjix]

"You know I had the most interesting experience with your wolf last night. He kept trying to lay on top of me." "What?" "He refused to let me go anywhere. Just being a complete ass. Probably cause he was stuck in here, he made sure I was stuck too. Do you know how fucking heavy he is?" Carter complained. All the while he heard that damn wolf rumbling with laughter at his complaints and attempts to escape. Just all muscle and fur and the claws made him all the more wary to tick off the beast. But he got the sense the wolf was simply playing with him like a littermate would do with his siblings. In the far reaches of his mind, Ven heard the wolf snicker, undoubtedly listening to the two's conversation. You're an ass, you know. Takes one to know one. Ven muttered under his breath, rubbing his jaw. Damn wolf had a sharp tongue.

[nixnjix]

Was she sleep? The wolf's ears pinned back as his crimson gaze fell upon the woman dozing off on his couch. Ven couldn't stop the shifting, finding it too much to hold back yet his wolf wasn't violent this evening. A disquiet he couldn't figure out as it prowled the room. It was more focused on Alice, a strange urge of protective he hardly understood. No urge to hunt, no urge to break free and roam. It was content enough to settle down at the foot of the couch, claw patting the ground for something. The TV was still on, the buzzing sound of static and laughter from a comedy show grating his ears. But the remote was still in her grasp. Without so much thinking, his muzzle pressed against her palm, teeth reaching- "Ven..?" The wolf stilled at her groggy voice. Her hand moved, shuffling through his shaggy fur. A pleasant feeling that even made the TV all the more tolerable to deal with. As long as she didn't stop with those fingers shelving through his fur, his tail quietly thumping on the floor. "Go to sleep," she murmured, her own voice thick with sleep.

[nixnjix]

"My... nose?" Of all the things she could have picked out of his features, his crooked nose had to be the first thing that came to mind. More self-conscious about this disfigurement than any part of his body, he made a discreet effort to cover it, his gaze shifting. "Oi... I don't see what's special about this thing. Are you tryin' to be funny?" "No. No! Why would I find this funny?" Reaching, she gently removed his hand, her hand softly roaming over the grooves of his nose. "I think it's pretty interesting," she purred, oblivious to his sudden shyness. "I mean no one ever has a crooked nose. They fix it. Why you didnt, I don't know but it's... cool," she finally said after searching for the proper word. He relaxed if only slightly by her words. Not once had he heard someone... compliment his nose. The nose! A short lived chuckle left his lips as he relaxed further, finding it funny. "Man you're a funny one."

[nixnjix]

"Stay away from them. Any Werecat in general," Carter muttered. "Why?" "Me and you might be friends but really we aren't supposed to get along. Whatever the hell that means. My father knew your mother so by default he had to extend his hand to you." Some new info he never heard of. "The hell? How could you never told me?" "I never knew until recently. Dad said she helped mom out. She was a... mid-wife," he finally said after some hesitation. "You know we can't go to many places to have kids. It'll freak humans the hell out. So we get mid-wives to help us out if we can't like swear any humans into secrecy. So dad kinda recognized your mom's scent on you and went from there." "Wait she was there when you were..." "Born yeah," Carter laughed weakly. "It's err ironic. I kinda met her son and didn't know who he was." "Man this world is fucking small..."

[nixnjix]

The two couldn't be even more different. One caught in winter's frosty grip, the other basking in the summer's golden ray. A frigid gaze that rarely thaws if not ever in the face of kindness while other openly embraces you with open arms, his eyes filled with warmth. Winter and Summer; Blue and Green. Two contrasts things yet... somehow they make it work. When winter meets summer, he finds himself thawing in his presence, unable to fight the warmth of those rays. And for the first time in ages, Ven finds himself truly smiling as Carter gives him a playful slug in the shoulder.