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[professor-lungri]

new resolutions || sheremer

@heart-of-dunbroch

When Shere approached Merida in the new year, there was snow on the forest floor. And, much to his chagrin, the Vaagh had walked the entire way on two feet rather than four, preferring that the girl not see him and still think that he was a threat, despite the handful of times that he had attempted to contact her. 

Wolves were stubborn things to navigate and, while Shere himself cared not a single whit for the politicking and the grandstanding, preferring to keep to himself and the notion that shifters were shifters no matter what beast dwelled beneath their skin, newer wolves needed to be able to navigate that opinion on their own time. 

It was one of the many reasons he rarely, if ever, came near the area of Enchantra marked as Merida’s on his runs through the forest; saved him from an aching head and a potentially angry young woman all in a single swoop. Yet, that did not mean he had given up and, just as his present-laden arms suggested, he was here for the holiday, a grin on his face and a patience radiating from him as he waited for Merida at her garden gate. 

[professor-lungri]

Class In-Session || Eilere

@eilonwy-notjustgirl

It was good to be teaching again, certainly after the weekend he had had. While he tried to keep out of Tiegan’s business, as she was a grown woman, her behavior after the attack continued to worry him, and he had no clue what to do with it all. Particularly when she wouldn’t broach the subject, or even speak of it at all. Thankfully, the man who had done it was behind bars and would be so for a very long time. 

Yet, the shadow of the impact of his actions still remained. 

It meant sleepless nights and worry for Dr. Khan, but not in a way that would impact his teaching, nor his duties otherwise. 

His introductory lesson on the historical ideology and practicality of introducing “sentient” magical creatures into society and the push back of that had gone well, it seemed. Students appeared to be interested, and the ground work had been laid for class projects to come from that, focusing on the why and the how of laws centering around such beings. 

Gathering his papers up and stacking them in a neat file, Shere called out to the students filing from the lecture hall to have the course readings ready for discussion next Thursday before sighing through his nose. A moment later, he glanced up, surprised, to see one Eilonwy Llyr standing beside his desk. 

“What can I do for you, Miss Llyr?”

[professor-lungri]

to grandmother’s house || sheremer

@heart-of-dunbroch

Shere had been busy, what with his daughter having been stabbed by a psychopathic arsehole, helping her recover while he took a short leave off the university and Swynlake PD to do it, but this was something he had noticed a while yet. 

Merida Dunbroch was missing. Or, rather, she had been long since absent, not only from classes but from general sightings on campus. 

The Vaagh knew the rumors, knew the truth, that had happened to the girl. That she was now a Wolf and, as those things usually went, it had ended...near-tragically. And that, in itself, was a pity. Merida was a bright girl, strong tenacious, and she had been one of his best students, if not one of his favorite. Naturally, this concern meant Shere did a bit of digging (okay. a lot of digging). And it meant that he was now in Enchantra, lopping along on tiger paws to where he had heard (another ‘rumor’, though Shere hardly believed it to be such) Merida’s last whereabouts were. 

If anything, the Vaagh hoped his presence could act as a familiar face. Someone for her to speak to as, it seemed, Merida had been  secluded away for some time. 

Ears flicking forward to listen, the Tiger stopped. Shere took his place moments later, wincing at the sore muscles as he pulled on trousers and a shirt, shoes and socks, all of which he had nestled in a little bag. There were times when it was easier to remain as the tiger and times when it was best to be the man. For some such occasions, Shere had taken to hiding a spare bag or two in the forest. He continued the rest of the way on foot and when Merida’s home was in sight, called out a hello. 

[professor-lungri]

lift music || agent stripes

@miissbiianca

All was seemingly normal in life these days, the hush of the town after yet another bizarre dream, one Shere barely even remembered, hung over its citizens like a cloud. Minus the fact his daughter had been attacked and that he now spent sleepless nights watching over her, watching to make sure she was still alive, Shere Khan was doing fine. If fine could be measured in sleepless nights, countless cups of tea, and nearly falling asleep in his office, that is. 

Still, he preserved, as always, and found himself taking on a mountain of paperwork before his lunch hour was up. Granted, he was finishing grading and that’s just how these things were, but it took a toll when all you wanted to do was take a long cat nap. (No pun intended, of course.)

The Vaagh came down the hall, leg screaming at him a bit for the fast pace, a filo-folder filled with students papers on a research topic of their choice tucked beneath an arm. He slid into the lift easily enough, content to now look forward to a quick lunch and then a slow day, when someone called to hold the doors. And Shere did, a tired smile ready for the faculty member that slid through the doors. 

Then, he stopped short, brow furrowed. 

“Bianca?”

[ravenmirror]

The father, the son, and the holy shit

[ravenmirror]

Was gonna pull some weeds but my cat is sleeping in my lap and I don't know how long I'm gonna be here

[ravenmirror]

I'm just gonna lay here on the ground until the earth eats me

[purse-full-of-breadsticks]