a mania characterized by an uncontrollable impulse to dance, especially as prevalent in southern Italy from the 15th to the 17th century, popularly attributed to the bite of the tarantula. Also, tarentism.
style of speaking or writing as dependent upon choice of words: good diction.
the accent, inflection, intonation, and speech-sound quality manifested by an individual speaker, usually judged in terms of prevailing standards of acceptability; enunciation.
I have no idea. Also, this is more of a plot outline than a fic, but I don’t even care. Expect to see it expanded later.
There’s a chupacabra in Beacon Hills. Sam and Dean are after it. So is Stiles.
Fifteen animals have died so far, including the mayor’s favored goat. Stiles’ father has never understood why the mayor owned a goat, but when it’s sucked dry of blood, he has to deal with both an emotional and irate mayor and a son who won’t stop saying it’s a chupacabra, even though it’s not possible. He takes comfort in knowing that Stiles’ half brothers will keep him away from the dead animals, and that they also have to deal with Stiles’ constant joking about it.
There’s a petting zoo in danger of being destroyed, and Stiles knows it. He just knows the chupacabra is going there next. Derek admits that it’s possible the creature killing the animals is going to go there, but he maintains that chupacabras are fiction.
Derek is proven wrong when Stiles narrowly avoids being attacked by the chupacabra. A few minutes later, Stiles is caught by two men carrying pistols while Derek checks the tree line to make sure it doesn’t have a mate or a pack prowling with it. He stays back in the shadows to make sure Stiles will be okay, but has his claws out ready to attack if he needs to. When Stiles calls them by name and loudly (overly so) calls one big brother, Derek relaxes.
“What are you doing here, Stiles?” The taller of them asks.
“I thought for sure it was a chupacabra! So I figured, where would a lot of goats be? They go after goats, right? It tried to attack me when I got between it and the goats, so I hit it over the head with one of the feeder boxes. I’m pretty sure it’s just a dog with mange, though. I should’ve known that chupacabras weren’t real. I mean, come on, that’s like saying werewolves are real.” Stiles rambles, and then men relax.
“Well, why don’t you go find the girl you were trying to impress and take her home. I assume she’s the one making noise over there?” The shorter man says, nodding his head in Derek’s direction.
“Um… yeah. I’ll take him home.” Stiles squeaks, before he runs in Derek’s direction. They don’t stay to see what Stiles’ brothers do with the body.