#wolfensong

[upirprince]

@wolfensong @warriorscend

“Rumancek what the fuck is that little red thing in your kitchen and why does it sound like Idris Elba?”

[workingmanwayne]

@wolfensong continued from x

Wayne’s tired old eyes looked back at him, soft and sad as he pulled the boy into a half hug. “I’m sorry buddy, that ain’t gonna work. They don’t let kids work down at the factory, an’ even if they did school’s too important. Yew gotta git yurself an education, an’ I ain’t smart enough tuh teach yuh all them things yur teachers can.”

“But I promise yuh, every day yew gotta go I’ll wake up early tuh make yuh breakfast an’ see yuh off, an’ every night when I git back from work yuh can tell me all about yur day. An’ if it was a bad day we can work together an’ think of a way tuh make it better.”

[warriorscend]

Boss Battle”

@wolfensong

"No more running. Let's do this."

Peter vs. [Knuckles] ; // the iron beast - takeharu ishimoto

[upirprince]

@wolfensong continued from x

“Nonsense,” He said dismissively, pulling out one of the chairs for Peter. “I’m not about to ruin our first real dinner out in months.”

Taking his own seat, he opened up the menu and flipped to the wine section. “We should get a bottle of something for the table. Red, obviously. I wonder if they have a nice Bordeaux…”

[warriorscend]

If knuckles looks up right this second he will catch wolf!peter chasing his tail outside the trailer and barking at his butt .

@wolfensong

The longer he observes, the less he's confident in the other's ability to guard the trailer against any intruding GUN forces. Perhaps he should go out and step in for this vigilance shift? Surely there would be no repercussions to such an act.

[warriorscend]

@wolfensong xxx

He frowns a bit at that .. Knuckles had a rough go of it , it seems .. kinda like he did, they were a lot alike it seems . Sighing a bit he couldn’t help but smile as the other admits to tolerating his fussing over . “I could say the same about you” he chuckled, remembering their disastrous first meeting in these woods, a night of confusion, fighting and running always running . “A jackass is .. well it’s two things the most common meaning is it’s an insult to someone who’s being mean to others or rude .. the other meaning is it’s a name for a male Donkey “ he knew he might regret teaching him this , the moon knows he’ll end up calling the wrong person that name and Peter will have to fight someone on his behalf — he’d do it again and again though . “We all need a pack knuckles, rather we realize that or not, it’s what makes us stronger—“ he paused for a moment trying to find a easier way to relate this to him. “I.. I had a pack once it was my village so to speak ,” it hurt to talk about them still —“ my family .. and there was a saying we lived by —“ well there were a few but this one was more prevalent— “The strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack”. “In order to be a great warrior you’re gonna need your pack to support you”. It was a good thing they had each other .

Most of the time, usually when he's brute forcing his way through some menial task, it seems like he isn't listening. But that was just how one who'd spent far too much time relying on his own company for both survival and comfort tended to operate. Truthfully, through all his active displays of aloofness, he heard much of what Peter's conveyed to him. All the bits and pieces of the man's past murmured in passing under the pretense that Knuckles wasn't really listening anyway as some manner of self soothing. Sometimes even whimpered while sleeping while the echidna stood watch in an open window frame facing the wood line behind the man's trailer. Small sentiments though they were, he didn't need much more than them strung loosely together with that damp feeling that clung to the quills after a period of rainfall to realize the two of them shared more than a trailer ridden with fist shaped holes.

Dead leaves crunch with each step, one gait as sure footed as the other was shambling as they traipsed along to find Peter's smoke spot in the deepening darkness of an overcast evening. Sparing a sideways glance befitting of his guarded bewilderment, he doesn't miss a beat with his company's casual claims. Peter's well aware by now that pulling punches is not something he's so easily capable of. "Then say it. I hear more than you think I do, wolf. Your deepest desires to turn your jaws upon the man of mail's leg, for example." What an unusual time to find out about one's sleep talking. Perhaps he'd muzzle himself before bed now.

More crunching follows suit as Knuckles doesn't slow to meet his companion's staggered response, though he pauses at the next fork in the path to wait on him, using the time to consider the term and shaking his head upon Peter joining him again. "If it is the truth that one finds rude, then it shall never find them." A pause. He squints at him briefly. "I am no donkey. You know this." And yet his level of stubbornness was never in short supply.

After a bit more of the path had fallen behind them and he could finally rest his back upon a single street lamp by the back road they finally stumbled upon, the echidna considers the dark stretch that supposedly connected so many routes forward, and yet the longer he stared, the more cut off from it all he felt. Before, it was an overgrown village that had such an effect.

"My 'pack' has moved on without me. I carry the weight of their stars until we are to reunite among them." The empty sky, darker than even the road says as much without a twinkle to be seen. Shifting restless from foot to foot, he eventually commits to the side they allows him a shoulder to lean on. Well, more like a leg. "I could say the same for you." The reprisal comes as a playful reminder to just how capable and strangely willing he was to match the man's pace.

The strength of the wolf is the pack, huh?

"Wise words. They are yours, or the weed is - once again speaking?"

[upirprince]

@wolfensong

“The Pups are awake and it’s your turn this time.. “ he’s not Getting up form bed, downstairs you can hear the slight whisper mostly yells of Michael arguing with Nadia about something . While August’s claws can be heard on the counter top .

Amelia has turned on cartoons.

“It’s been ‘my turn’ the last three nights,” Roman grumbles, though he still gets out of bed and grabs a robe from the closet to throw over his half naked form. Turning back to husband he adds, “You know I don’t remember you being this spoiled when we first met.”

[upirprince]

@wolfensong

“So this guy is the Crown Prince of a highly fictional European country and he’s only telling his fiancé about it now they’ve officially announced their engagement?” Roman asked, scoffing at the ridiculous scene before taking a sip of his scotch. “Shee-it, even I wouldn’t pull that fucking crap…”