#v. werewolf

[audaciious]

@vvindicated said: " i teach every kid i meet how to do crime. crime is fun."

They had not known each other long enough, closer to acquaintances than friends, for her to tell if Eris' deadpan tone shrouded the joke or if he was being completely serious. In truth, it didn't matter either way and she was not one to judge. Not with the illegal activities that marred her past in crimson smears. The corner of Faye's lip twitched as she placed her elbow on the lacquered bartop and leaned toward her companion. While there were no prying eyes, most were drowning in the bottom of their half-filled glasses or locked in on their conversing buddies, she knew the topic would likely draw unsavory attention.

"I can't say much about teachin' kids to do crime considerin' I grew up in the life. I see the pros and cons of knowin' how to pick a pocket or lock, but they're also quick to snitch if they think they're gonna get in trouble," she grinned. "Gotta find the right age. Troubled teens are good, especially if they come from a bad family. They're more likely to stay loyal to someone givin' them any kind of attention. At least, that's what I've tended to notice. Not that I'm an expert or anythin'."

Faye leaned back, holding up her hands. Lowering them, she wrapped her fingers around the thick glass of her cup, tapping the rim. "You been fairin' well besides teachin' kids the ropes?" There was a slight teasing in her tone.

[tretramonti]

Ariel met Belle at home, but not in the seaside palace. She and Eric had opted to move to the summer palazzo calabrese for the time around this full moon. This estate nestled deeper in the mountains, above the olive groves and alpine springs, and could in its isolation hide their terrible secret.

Only a handful of the most trusted guards and servants were invited to the occasion. Fewer were told why, for the royal family's privacy. It settled an eerie quiet in the sunny manor that only broke when their much-needed expert arrived.

"Thank you so much for coming," she told Belle at the threshold, only remembering after the footmen handled baggage to extend her hand to shake. That was the formal gesture for humans in this type of circumstance, but for the pit in her stomach, Ariel would have preferred embracing.

"My husband will be this way. I mean--when..." Ariel led Belle inside the manor, wincing. "It's downstairs."

Despite having been here for days, Ariel had chosen traveling leathers and breeches this morning. Her hair that Eric had tied up for her now clung to the sweat on the back of her neck, and a few strands of straw dusted around the ends.

In the cellar, a few torches clustered around the hallway to a door retrofitted with iron trusses. It held wine once. Ariel grabbed the handle with both hands, steeling herself, and hauling it open, bracing the door against the heavy wheelbarrow she'd been using all day.

Within the cold stone walls sat a nest of straw lined with every old blanket Ariel scrounged in the span of her stay. But at least to her, this accommodation did little to soften the iron chains bolted to the walls.

She stood back at the handiwork that she had to call finished, hugging herself through the slightest quiver in her voice. "Do you think this will be enough?"

@bcckishrose

[aheroic]

[[ semi-plotted starter for @heroesfromtheashes

Tony didn't often bother keeping particularly close track of the other avengers in the tower, since they all had their own things to do and so did he, but when he ran into Steve on his way out to a pack meeting, he wished he did. If he'd known Rogers would be right in his path, he might have gone around. Or possibly just worn pants rather than the yellow dress Jan had sent him that month. But of course, it was too late now. "Ah, Rogers. You okay?" Now that he was focusing he crinkled his nose for a moment in distaste. The serum just made him smell weird. "On your way to a 30-mile run, maybe? Or to go check and make sure all the American flags have the correct lighting?"

[aceofstarks]

[[ a long overdue starter for @dontcallmepepper

Tony was, of course, aware of hunters. He couldn’t avoid hearing the stories and warnings, growing up in the pack like he did, but he’d been lucky and he’d never met one. At least, not until now. Most hunters had reputations which were passed along mostly for the purposes of avoiding unnecessary interaction, and therefore danger, but Gin didn’t have much of one yet. Just enough that his mother had warned him to be careful when she realized she was on SI’s payroll. Tony had never been good at being careful, and after years and years of no way to satisfy his curiosity... well. 

“Hi there! I’m Tony! I have a bit of a side project and I got permission to request your organizational assistance. You in?”

[audaciious]

@amused-bouche

"Er... you got a little paint right there...." Roman goes to poke at Faye's currently paintless nose, but once he gives it a little boop, there's a small daub of paint left behind. He can't help but chuckle at his own little prank.

Sometimes it felt as though she had always known Rome and Rafi, with how easily she integrated herself into their lives. Even as a wolf, they welcomed her into their home and gave her a place to call home. While she still went with Rafi to the fighting pits to earn a bit more cash, she found herself spending more and more time with Rome around the house. He had a calming air that eased the fear and anxiety swirling in her heart.

Of course, after all they had done for her, helping paint their newly finished home was the least she could do. Faye stood in the middle of the room, staring at the wall they had just finished covering with a second coat, when Rome spoke.

"I do?" Even before Roman had reached out, she was looking down the length of her nose. As she was beginning to dip her head to look at her shirt, he poked her nose, leaving a small smear of paint.

"Oh, hardy har har!" She laughed, wiping her nose on the sleeve of her tee. Bending down, she dipped her middle finger into the paint tray and flicked it in his direction. "Looks like you do too!"

[aheroic]

[[ @simplyamplex hit the ♥️ for a short starter (for Kailani)

"Hey there!" Not his smoothest line, but it had been a long night. "You look like you could use a drink."

[audaciious]

Starter for @vampyrvalley

It was a heavy metallic scent that filled her lungs first, followed by something dark and ancient that couldn't easily be described in simple words. Dark caverns and hidden crypts beneath forgotten cities with shimmering eyes piercing through the darkness like spotlights were conjured in her mind along with the feeling of something cold slithering down her spine. The fine hair on the nape of her neck and arms rose.

Vampire.

The dark-haired stranger was a goddamn vampire. Faye couldn't tear her eyes away from him, a maelstrom brewed deep in her chest and some part of her fought to snap and growl like an animal. Her heart raced into action, lungs pulling in deeper breaths until she could taste the dirt and blood that clung to most undead beings. He had been the first she'd come across since leaving her pack and she did not want to give into her innate rage just yet. Since leaving, she had learned of several lies that had been forced down her throat and the evil of vampires may just be one.

"Ain't seen you around here before." Her voice sounded foreign to her, sharp and laced with a venom she had only used once or twice in her life. She cleared her throat and attempted to soften her tone to its normal cadence. "Rather late if you're lookin' for a drink. They got a curfew in this town."

[tretramonti]

one muses is under a spell / in the middle of a monstrous transformation but somehow recognizes the other and refrains from harming them (WEREWOLF AU OBVS)

His body was no longer his and exactly how it needed to be at the same time. If this even resembled what Ariel endured when she transformed from a mermaid, Eric admired her resolve. Terror radiated as much as strength down all four of his hulking, black paws.

Eric felt his tail between his legs, trying to suppress the sudden need to chase anything at all. The bedroom (his?) appeared to him in stillness and movement and the one comforting presence he could sense after his first transformation.

Ariel. Ariel. He remembered but he couldn't say her name. Even on two legs, she seemed impossibly small.

Through the flood of raw hunger, he tried to simply look at her. But even his glance sent fire through his paws, his only thought to pursue and chase and he felt himself bounding towards her before he could stop.

He knocked her full on the floor, uttering not a roar but a loud, puppy whine and licked all over her face.