A common genus of Signal Fly (Fam. Platystomatidae) around these parts. Platystomatids are distinctive family of flies, predominately tropical, with around 1200 species in 119 genera.
Signal flies are very variable in appearance, ranging from small (2.5 mm), slender species to large (20 mm), robust individuals, often with having a metallic luster and with face and wings usually patterned with dark spots or bands. In the case of these ones, two silver lines between the eyes.
In some species of Platystomatid, the heads and legs (fore legs especially) may be oddly shaped, extended in various ways or with adornments, all of which serve to supplement threat displays and combat against rival signal flies.
Adults are frequently found on tree trunks and foliage and are attracted to flowers, decaying fruit, excrement, sweat, and decomposing snails. Larvae are found on fresh and in decaying vegetation, carrion, human corpses, and root nodules. Most larvae are either phytophagous (eating plant material) or saprophagous (eating decomposing organic matter). Some are predatory on other insects and others have been found in human lesions, while others are of minor agricultural significance.
Werewolf AU - Irelia knows better than to panic when Riven doesn't come home. Riven does this sometimes.
more silly wolf cinisofages
Irelia pauses outside the door to her room. Her eyes itch.
She glances at her closed door, and then behind her. It’s quiet in her house. The closest sound is the chirping of crickets outside. She frowns and blinks slowly.
Her wolf is missing.
Well. Good. She doesn’t have anything to distract her for a while. She can get some work done.
There is always paperwork to be done. Reports – already filtered once for the obvious inanity – to filter through. Irelia turns and heads to her desk.
An hour later, still staring at the first of them and finding it utterly incomprehensible, Irelia drops her hand to her side. It hangs in the empty air. She looks down at it.
Her wolf is missing.
Hm.
Irelia taps her fingers on her desk. It is very dark out, and her candle is burning low. She isn’t being productive enough to bother wasting another. Irksome.
She steps outside. The night is pitch black, no moon in sight. It’s cool, but not unusually so. She thinks, anyway, Irelia’s not very good at telling temperature anymore. Being outside, when she tilts her head and listens, doesn’t bring any new sounds with it.
Her wolf is missing.
It’s not the first time her wolf has taken off without warning or explanation. It happens every few months. And while the first time, it came with panic, because there is a Noxian wolf loose in her homeland, the next day her wolf was back like nothing had happened.
She can’t say her wolf isn’t a threat. But. Her wolf.
Irelia would sigh into the night, but she’d have to bother breathing to do that.
[RI]
Her wolf pads out of the bushes some time before noon. Her ears perk forward the moment she spots Irelia. Irelia rises, and her wolf meanders over to her.
“Come,” she commands, and heads for her room. Her wolf’s claws click on the floor behind her.
She slips under her covers. Her wolf curls up on the floor beside her.
Irelia pats the bed next to her. “Up,” she says.
Her wolf looks at her and cocks her head.
“Up,” Irelia says again. “We both know you’re going to end up here.”
Her wolf stands up and slinks around her bed. It creaks as she slips up under the sheets, and then her mop of hair pops out. She drapes herself over Irelia.
Silly wolf. Irelia isn’t going to warm up.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Irelia says.
“Irelia,” Riven says. “You don’t need to sleep.”
That’s true, but it’s not the point. With how long Irelia’s had a wolf dragging her to her room and then falling asleep underfoot, she was going to get used to it sooner or later.
