#wolfofthebigandbadvariety

[fenxshiral]

FYI

Firstly, none of these are aimed at anyone. Just random things that I think I will be adding to my rules that I would like to make you all aware of.

#1 If you ask for a starter, either directly, or by liking a starter call post, please respond to the starter that I make. If you are unable to respond in a timely manner, please at least like it or give me some other form of notification that you saw it, and intend to reply. 

If I make a starter for you that you find no inspiration for, or just do not like for whatever reason, please let me know. I'm more than happy to edit, or create a new starter. 

If, however, the starter goes ignored, and it is not because of inactivity, I will check with you after a few days to make sure you saw it, and it didn't get lost on your dash. If I either receive no reply (and it's obvious that you are still quite active), or I do receive a reply, but you make no effort, I will not make a starter for you the next time you ask. 

I have had this happen to me in the past, and I have absolutely zero patience for it. Any excuse you can give me for why you weren't able to take 3 seconds to like the post -- or otherwise notify me that you saw the starter -- is complete and utter bullshit. 

I am going to start following this rule as well. If you make a starter or me, I will like it, or use another form of communication to let you know that I have 'received,' it, and that it is saved in my drafts, and tracked on my thread tracker for me to reply to. 

#2 If you are unable to reply to a thread we have, starter or otherwise, within 10-15 days, please let me know. I have absolutely no issue with you taking as long as you need to reply to a thread. I would just appreciate being kept in the loop, as it were. 

To make sure this isn't a case of you just losing track of the thread, your tag breaking, your thread tracker breaking, etc, I will message you after a few days of hearing nothing from you. If I hear nothing from you, I will remove your thread from my tracker. 

So if we have a thread going, and you've taken, say, 17 days to reply to it, please let me know if I do not reply within a few days. Odds are, after that long, I've removed it from my tracker and I may not have seen your reply. 

This is not a case of, "Reply in 10 days, or ELSE!" My tracker is just starting to get cluttered up with a bunch of old threads that people are replying to. Hell, you can reply to a thread that we starter three months ago if you want. Just let me know, because it won't be on my tracker after that long.

#3 Starting now, I will no longer be doing welcome starters for new followers. Firstly, the majority of my welcome starters go unanswered. I may still do welcome posts of a sort from time to time, but not welcome starters. 

I do not want new followers to feel pressured, and I don't feel like expending the energy to create new starters for everybody when only one out of, maybe, ten gets answered. 

[sorceressofsass-moved]

In The Night

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They had been traveling for almost three days now. The young mage with her had been scared starting out but the farther they got from Kirkwall, the safer he was starting to feel about traveling across the Free Marches to reach his family. He had been a Circle Mage in Kirkwall and had been lucky enough to escape from the disaster in one piece. Several of his fellows had not been as lucky. 

The two were really getting into the wilder part of the Marches as well and the trip to Tantervale was becoming a long one. It would take a week or so to get there at least. 

Mostly she had kept them to the shadows, traveling at night and close to the forest but not enough that they became lost. Fighting had broken out everywhere across Thedas and this place was no different. Sometimes they'd encounter other mages and then sometimes, like earlier, they would encounter a group of Templars.

Kaitlyn grabbed the young man and pulled him into the trees, hoping that the group would pass by and go make a camp somewhere for the night, but one of them perked up and turned towards them. 

Had they been heard?

She backed up slowly, her grip tight on the boy. 

"I think I heard somethin'," the Templar shouted to his friends. He edged closer, armored boots digging into the ground, and she knew if he got any closer he'd find them. The torch he carried would cast away the shadows they hid in. 

She backed up further still. If they were silent enough perhaps he would pass it off as a night creature. This plan was quickly dashed when the boy jerked from her grasp and went stumbling through the forest, alerting everyone, from small creatures to Templars, of their presence. 

"Mages!"

And Kaitlyn dashed off after him as quick as possible, the sound of armored Templars following them. 

[eritvita]

Beast.

"....good morning."

[xcommanderjane-blog]

☁ ✿ ☯

☁ = You’re beautiful.

//Shuttap. lol//

✿ = I love your blog.

//That's a total lie. :x Thank you.//

☯ = I wish we were friends in real life.

//Distance sucks, huh? D://

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wolfofthebigandbadvariety replied to your post “( ╹◡╹)”

I WANT TO BE FRIENDS MOAR

//Noooooooooooooooo. You're mean to meeee.

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( ╹◡╹)

( ╹◡╹) — Want to be friends

//WE'RE ALREADY FRIENDS YOU DOOF.

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A first kiss between our muses.

“Bigby?”

     Her voice barely above a whisper, as if prying ears could hear through her walls, she held an uneasy gaze on the sheriff, the ambient pitter-patter of rainwater beating against her windows. It'd been a quiet, relaxed evening, another trial run in just what might've been considered, looking back from a future point, a budding relationship. Sometimes, it escaped her mind completely that she was dating Bigby Wolf, the last person she expected to be so... patient. She wasn't thrilled at all with the prospect of a rushed relationship, especially one that might not even work out; but Bigby had been willing to take it slow, give her just enough time to get comfortable with the notion, and everything else that came with it. It was more than she could ask for--and for several months, going on little over half a year, their private relationship had its fair share of awkwardness, but it was nice and sweet just as well, and the pleasant evenings and affection made her feel more human than she had in a long, long time.

     A ghost of a smile, faint and amused, graced her features and she took his cheek in her palm, leaning in to press a brief, light kiss to the corner of his lips. It wasn't much but it was a great leap for her, and for a moment she worried it might've been a bit much. But her smile persisted, despite the flutter of nervousness in her heart, and she wrapped her arm around his shoulders, the wolf's prickly stubble grazing her cheek.

“Thank you. For waiting on me.”

[fenxshiral]

Wolf of the Wilds

Beast of the Black City

"I am a force of nature. You can no more kill me than you can kill the wind."

He has had many names: Beast of Arlathan, Wolf of the Black City, Fen'Shiral, God of Wolves, Son of the North Wind, The Big, Bad Wolf. In truth, forces of nature require no name.

But it is hard to speak to someone when you don't know its name, and so when any of his legendary names are not good enough, may allow you to call him Bigby. It is a name once given to him by a Dalish child many centuries ago. The young elf have found, "Big Bad Wolf," too much of a mouthful, and had simply abbreviated the first two words. He found it amusing enough that he decided to help the child find his way back to his clan. He decided to keep the name.

A great wolf, his tale has existed in many forms within many legends and folktales in many cultures throughout Thedas. He is feared by some, respected by others. Others still view him as little more than a story that mothers tell their children to scare them into obedience.

Long ago, when Arlathan stood tall, he wandered the world in many forms. The Elves knew him as Fen'Shiral, the Wolf of The Great Journey. Sometimes he would appear as a simple wolf, indistuingishable from the rest. Other times, he would appear as an Elf and wander among the cultures of the Elvhenan without notice. Most times he would appear as an enormous black wolf, far larger than any other beast in the forest.

Some elves viewed him as protector, others as the avatar of the dreaded Fen'Harel. Others still viewed him as little more than a force of nature, no more good or evil than a hurricane.

When Arlathan fell, the great wolf seemed to disappear. Some say that the mages of Tevinter knew his story too well, and imprisoned him before their famous conquest, so he could do nothing to aid the elves in defense of their home. Others say that when the elven gods were imprisoned, he too was sent back to the fade. Others state that he had no interest in helping the elves, and simply left the forest, looking for less chaotic pastures. Regardless of the truth, reported sightings of the great wolf dwindled and eventually stopped by 500TE / -695 Ancient. His story passed into legend and eventually myth.

The Return

For over a thousand years, there were no sightings of the famous beast, outside of the fade. Many mages, especially dreamers, spoke of a great wolf that stalked the Fade, that was neither demon nor benevolent spirit, but something else. In some cases, the mages spoke of how the wolf seemed to either not notice them, or showed no interest. Others spoke of how the wolf chased them throughout the fade, but always stayed a step behind, seemingly more interested in the chase than the capture.

Then, near the beginning of the Black Age, a group of Templars arrestedan apostate near the outskirts of the Arlathan forest. He was surrounded by a veritable army of templars, all of whom had been killed in varying, but horrifying ways. Many of the bodies had been ripped apart, and a few even littered the trees.

In his final moments before he was executed, the mage ranted about how he had seeken refuge in an ancient elven ruin deep within the forest. He had encountered a great pool of water, but when he had tried to enter it, it was as hard as stone. When he was cornered by the pursuing templars, he used blood magic to kill them, and the falling droplets of blood caused the 'water' to shatter.

An enormous black wolf came forth, great and terrible. An ear-shattering roar was all it took for the mage to flee. He claimed that the wolf pursued him to the edge of the forest, and that when even more Templars came, the wolf killed them all, feasting upon their innards. After cursing the maleficar in some ancient elvish dialect, the wolf returned to the forest. The templars had found the mage a day later, caked in blood and dirt, too terrified to stand. After his unbelievable story, and unable to move him, they hewed his head from his shoulders and then buried the dead.

Sightings and stories of the great wolf have only increased since the Black Age. Travelers that take the less traveled shortcuts sometimes speak of seeing a great wolf within the trees out of the corner of their eye. Others claim to have actually seen him. Some say that he is the size of a regular wolf, others that he is as large as a dragon.

In truth, he does exist, just as many monstrous things in this world do. What he truly is, however, is the subject for another tale. He wanders the dark and ancient places of this world, and many question his intent. Is he a protector? Destroyer? Or neither?