#werewolf witcher

[mxnsterhunter]

😬 [ show teeth ]

Nonverbal RP Starters

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"Pretty smile. Now let me show you mine."

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“Your hair looks very pretty,” Cristina commented, gently weaving his locks into a braid behind his head, smiling as she put a sprig of lavender in it when she was finished.

Geez. Geralt had been complimented on many things..his strength, fighting skill, huntsman skill..but this was new. His hair? Needless to say, compared to the first time he had grunts of protest as she tried putting flowers in his hair, over the past few months he had gotten used to Tina playing with his hair. He even allowed her to weave lavender, babys breath, and other small things into his hair. Hell, maybe even a feather or two if she wanted to be decorative.

"You're the first to even get this close to my hair. I typically don't like others decorating me in flowers and fairy dust..~"

He chuckled soft to Tina, closing his eyes as he allowed her to braid his long locks.

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Zen shrieks with giggles as she runs over to Geralt as she pounced him. " Raaaaawwwwwrrrrr...~! kiyaahahaha..~ I got yoou..~!" she snickered with a playful smile as she hugged his side..

Geralt had found himself chuckling once more at his little pup pouncing on him while he was trying to rest. He didn't mind. Infact, he rather enjoyed Zens company as he held her ruffling her little head of hair.

"Good morning to you too, little one~. Did you rest well?"

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👉 Gently poke or prod yours

Soft Affection

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"Excuse you. But I'm pretty sure every village from Nilfgaard to Blaviken have a standard rule. Don't Poke a Wolf.."

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&&& (because she would)

Send me “&” for my muses reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

(And i think in this case, its going over all of them lol)

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A Witchers job was always rough. No battle was routine. The monsters had gotten progressively worse, and Geralt had even heard of some Ursa Witchers being bested. Thankfully, Geralts luck had gotten him far. But how long would that luck hold?? Man or beast, Witchers faced challenges everyday and it would lead to new wounds which meant new scars.

In this case, Geralt had come back to Anne for some treatment as an average werewolf had challenged Geralts wolf form in a territory battle. The two different wolves had fought to the point Geralt managed a kill but a couple of new scars were sure to be present. They were tender still, and Anne was tracing over them lastly.

"No need to be silent..you can ask."

He told her. Upon her question 'These are new. What happened..?' Well..he would not lie to her. In fact, he actually started laughing..

"You know of your common werewolf..well..lets just say he managed to get a couple of harsh blows on me.."

He stated to her, leaning into her touch as he nuzzled her cheek softly with a soft hum.

"He didn't last long..~"

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“It’s a solitary soul that’s awake with the moon hanging high and the forest silent. And a unique one that finds peace in it.” A low fog had settled in the bows of the trees, a faint voice whispering in the breeze.

Geralt had lifted his head hearing the voice, only to pin his ears and stand to all fours, bearing his teeth, hackles high. The moon silhouetted his frame as he glanced around.

"Who are you..and where are you?"