#wolf!muzaka

[darkicedragon]

'Giant' prompt for sketchadayapp. Everything seems giant when you're tiny.

I saw the reference picture and flipped it to make sure I'd get the scars on the right side.

....

Yeah. Only realised I was on the wrong side for both Muzaka and M-21 just before I started inking. 😅

[myaire21]

“Blep”+ “Woof Woof”

M21 is just a pup. Muzaka is his papa. 

[mytigernacho]

Crash.

A Noblesse Fanfic.

Crash!

Frankenstein's gaze shot to the door of his room, a deep frown appearing. It was rare that someone broke something in his house, he thought as he opened the door and started walking toward the source of the noise. The kids knew better by now, and the five werewolves that had been recently added to the household were still wary of him. Not to mention it was very late at night. The only person who was usually still awake at this time was –

Master!

His pace quickened until he was almost running toward the living room. Master was severely weakened. Had he dropped his teacup again? It had sounded bigger than that though. He could hear muffled noises coming from the living room as well. Had someone been in there with him? Had he collapsed?!

Frankenstein raced around the corner. And then pulled up short, for a moment unable to comprehend what he was seeing.

There were six large wolves in his living room.

A brown wolf and dark grey wolf were play-fighting near the kitchen, snarling and biting and clawing at each other, neither inflicting serious wounds but neither backing down either. As he watched a yellow-furred wolf joined the fray, taking the other two off guard and succeeding in pinning the dark grey wolf. Until the brown wolf charged into the yellow one's side, knocking him into the cabinets with such force that –

Crash!

A large plate fell from the drying rack and shattered, joining the remnants of at least one other dish on the floor. Frankenstein was too confused to be upset, but he did make a mental note to be upset later. His shoulders even relaxed a little as his brain quickly caught on to what must be happening.

The wolves took no notice of the broken dish, continuing their three-way mock-battle, moving from the kitchen to near the fish tank and back again, causing another grey wolf to constantly sidestep out of their way so as not to be caught up in the fight herself. As the fight moved into one of the hallways a reddish-orange wolf – Garda – left her post near one of the couches and herded them back towards the living room like unruly children. Which to her, Frankenstein supposed, they all probably were. The second grey wolf, Lunark, huffed as she laid down next to Garda, who had sat down once more near the couch. Clearly she was not amused by the boy's wrestling.

Frankenstein turned his eyes back to the three battling wolves. M-21 was doing quite well, he noted with a hint of pride. He had far less experience than the others two wolves, but he was quicker than Kentas. More and more of M-21's attention seemed to shift to Dorant as the fight went on. All three of their teeth were bared, growls issuing from each snout. M-21 pinned his ears back and leapt at Dorant, fangs coming close to Dorant's neck. The yellow wolf responded in kind, coming in low to attack M-21's exposed stomach. Kentas had backed up, still on guard, but not attempting to interrupt or re-join.

This didn't look like a mock fight anymore. Frankenstein moved forward a step, debating whether or not to bring Dark Spear into this to break it up, but it turned out that his help was not needed.

A very large, silvery-white wolf launched himself off one of the couches and crashed into the two fighting wolves with such force that they were both thrown off their feet. The two wolves snarled viciously at the newcomer, adrenaline and testosterone seemingly preventing them from taking in said newcomer's power, but before they could react much more Muzaka pinned both of them to the ground and snarled, moving his fanged snout close to their exposed throats. Both wolves' ears perked up and their bodies stilled and relaxed slightly, no doubt reacting to the threat of the much stronger warrior. Satisfied that they had both come back to their senses, Muzaka let them both up and turned back toward the couch.

Frankenstein nodded, glad that Muzaka had stepped in and stopped the children's fight without having to hurt or humiliate either of them.

He felt Master's presence and turned to see him standing behind him in the doorway. "Master," he said with his hand over his chest. "I don't supposed you know what's going on, do you?" he asked amusedly.

Suddenly Frankenstein's legs were swept out from under him, and before he could recover his balance he had a large, fluffy, heavy M-21 in his lap, who was trying his damndest to lick him on the mouth. Frankenstein spluttered and held M-21 back at arm's length. The slight rejection didn't seem to bother M-21, however, if his exuberantly wagging tail was any indication.

Apparently aware that they had company, the other wolves came over to investigate. Most of them kept their distance, except M-21 and Muzaka. Muzaka bounded over to Master, tail wagging, and stood on his hindquarters so that his front paws were on Master's shoulders. Thankfully he didn't try to lick his face, but Frankenstein still paled as he pictured those claws ripping and dirtying his poor Master's clothes. His Master didn't seem to mind. Nor did he seem at all perturbed by the events taking place.

Master simply smiled softly and patted Muzaka three times on the head, which seemed to be what Muzaka wanted since he placed his front paws on the ground and plodded back over to the couch.

After watching Muzaka and Master intently, M-21 copied Muzaka's action, first with himself (Frankenstein had taken the chance to stand up when M-21 began observing Muzaka) and then with Master.

"When the moon is completely eclipsed, werewolves are capable of changing into wolf form," Master said as M-21 ran off to continue his game with the other wolves. Frankenstein quirked an eyebrow at his Master's statement even as he nodded. He knew little about werewolves, especially when compared to his knowledge of humans or Nobles, but Muzaka had been his Master's friend for many, many years. It was not surprising that Master knew of this ability. He would certainly have to keep it in mind for the future though, if only so he wouldn't lose any more dishes.

A/N: This idea came to me when I saw that there are a few lunar eclipses coming up, as well as a post of a wolf that @pandora-twists posted lol I wrote it super quick and really didn’t get to edit much (which is really weird for me!) but it’s really late and I’m exhausted. So I’m just gonna throw this at y’all and run away. Maybe tomorrow I’ll come back and edit it. So let me know if you see any errors!

Hope y’all like it!

[darkicedragon]

Noblessetober Day 28: Familiar

Muzaka being witch!Frankenstein's familiar.

Anyone who actually knows them knows that it's actually Frankenstein that's the more dangerous one.

[darkicedragon]

Noblessetober Day 6: Werewolf.

'I don't know what's wrong with him...'

I tried to make him a bit more werewolfy, but I think he largely looks the same, pfft.

[darkicedragon]

'Enormous' prompt for sketchadayapp.

[darkicedragon]

'Riding' prompt for sketchadayapp.

Muzaka found a wet little kitten who refused to be caught, but at least stayed put when placed on his back, so now to find a better place to dry off!

(M-21 is put out the Big Dog didn't back off from his swiping, but. The fur is warm and he's not being attacked so.... This is okay?)

[darkicedragon]

azure 🐱 Muzaka he is, in fact, stuck darkicedragon the most biggest stuck!! QAQ frankenstein staring at him like 'this is the monster that everyone fears…' while watching muzaka continually try to get thru the trees muzaka getting distressed bc frankenstein is Right There and he wants to show him his stick!!