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❝ECH! What in dogs name is that stench!?❞
❝YO SCOTTY-❞ The pack seemed to shout from all the way across the cafeteria, the un-shifted leader of the group snatching the football the group always seemed to have. ❝GO LONG-❞ Showcasing the ball to their cousin and teammate, he jerked his arm back and threw the ball as hard as he could for him. Practice never stopped.
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Perked up ears send his head around, eyes looking around to spot the ones who call his names. At first he assumes it’s one of his teammates. He has a lot of people calling for him, naturally, as he’s someone who is usually standing in someone’s way or someone who is worth playing a prank on. That does not seem to be the case this time as it is with huge glee he spots his cousins on the other side of the cafeteria. He prepares himself to wave back from where he’s sitting, but… when he… spots the… football.
He freezes in his seat, ears lowering and eyes widening greatly. It’s as if the jock has left and been replaced by a bloodhound ! With a hand pressing against the side of the table, Scott brings himself half-way up from the cafeteria bench; dear Cthulu, not again, one of the monsters groan in the background. Not that Scott notices, nope, his tail’s sudden flicking tunes the displeased noises out. His focus is on the ball that his cousin pulls back, far back. It brings him into a stiff stance ready to leap when —
Go long ! !
“ — GOT’CHA !” Scott growls playfully, pushing himself off the bench and table so fast that its sent back against the wall. Not only does the table shift place, the lunches of those who had been dumb enough to lunch with him seemed to have flown off to other dimensions. No time for eating when there’s practice at bay! As an athlete one has to give 120 percent all day every day if efforts are supposed to pay off! So cue him climbing the nearest bench and table at the speed of light, not even excusing himself this time around. He pushes away lunches and people, gremlins and wendigos, cursed fish and that alike. Nothing gets between him and the football!
Red sneakers squeak loudly against the polished floor, claws slipping out as he directs his hands at the flying leather ball. For some reason monsters have actually started to turn around. They are way too used to this by now, but it’s always interesting to see if he manages to catch it —
He jumps up high, launching his entire self at the ball; “ — GOT YOU !” Letting out another growl, this one just as playful, the giant werewolf lands on his feet back down on the floor. The ball rests between clawed hands, fangs displayed in a wide and proud grin.
“ YOUR TOSS IS GETTING WEAKER, BRO !” Boasting, Scott holds the ball up in one hand. “ THAT MEANS WE GOTTA TRAIN MORE — !”
❝Ain’t vore what you call someone really dull? Like,... you’re a vore jerry?❞
"Happy Random Present Day, guys!" Tail wagging, Ray holds out a (poorly) wrapped box of his favorite werewolf treats. A corner of the box is chewed up a little, but otherwise intact. (half-revere-wereray)
@half-reverse-wereray ;;
The group seemed oddly suspicious of this new and random gift, coming from this weird and random guy. Especially when the gift was poorly wrapped and chewed on. Two of the wolves seemed to move out, taking a sniff at the box before taking the treats, shaking it slightly.
Sure they appreciated treats ( mostly from cute girls though ) and seemed to just stare at the box before four sets of eyes seemed to settle on Ray and stare into him.
❝Why are you giving us a box of treats?❞
Biscuit has come to give her fellow werewolves head pats cause they're all good boys.
FUCK YEAH HEAD PATS.
Damn right they are GOOD BOYS. They are the BEST BOYS AROUND, and no one, N O O N E can change their mind.
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What a conundrum.
She hadn’t really had a terrible amount of interaction with the wolfpack in general, though she - like everyone else at the school - was more than aware of them. And she saw them frequently when practicing for band or setting up sportsball related activities with the student council.
Of course, it was band that found her here now. Her hands were among her few remaining original parts, and with one missing, she had to exhaust every option. One of which: she’d accidentally managed to lose it on the field.
And it got picked up.
Which now found Vicky standing in the cafeteria, looking around until she spotted the group at one of the tables and began her approach. Now or never.
“Um… hey. So. Hate to bother you guys on lunch but I needed to ask you something important.”
Now look, like most other big, sweaty wolfmen, they did not like to be disturbed by people when they scarfed down food they most likely stole from other students. So,with someone they barely knew coming over, clearly with no intent to hand over their delicious food, it made them pause in their munching of food.
The group seemed to perk up, each pushing this tubberware container of vegetables around when she got there, the group side eyeing Vicky as she spoke up. Something important huh? The so called “leader” of the group, Tyler, seemed to raise himself up slightly, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked her over.
Now what could she need from them? A date?
❝Something important huh? You came to the right guys.❞ She kind of didn’t, but they kept quiet on that. ❝What can we do for ya doll? Need some help gettin a date?❞
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Fetch!!!
❝BALL!!!❞
The group scrambled over themselves in an attempt to go grab that ball. Look at their tails go!
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🌺|| “Heh! Really? Oh, you flattair me zo much! Ai just love it.” Her voice was all but a gentle coo to their ears, sweet and soft as always. For them she was exactly what they all could ever want and more—a total dream girl. Cute, soft-mannered, and always open for ‘business’. –For the right price that is.
"You know, ai was just thinkeng abut mon good boys all day.” …Well. She was thinking about their MONEY—but also vaguely of them in that aspect, so she technically wasn’t lying. "Headeng off to practice zo soon? Ai was thinkeng we could ‘ave a quik sezion.—” ..She pauses as she quickly looks between the three. Who will it be today? Hm…
… “Tyler.” A soft grin settles upon her lips as she steps closer and places her small hands against his waist. This boy was stupid as hell but that body of his was definitely something to write home about, she’ll give him that.
-"Just you and mé at la usual spot? Would you like that?”
Of course she was thinking about them. Idiot dog men they might be, ready to spend their cash on her at any given moment, but that didn’t mean they didn’t have any redeeming qualities. Their bodies really weren’t the only thing to write home about, that was for sure. And the grin that spread across Tyler’s face when he was picked out, showed he was definitely considering having a little one on one time with her.
❝We were headin to practice,❞ He replied, stepping a little closer to her, his tail wagging a bit behind him in excitement. Oh as much as he wanted to go off with her, he knew he shouldn’t. Practice always came before pleasure, because if they didn’t practice, then they WOULDN’T BE THE BEST SCHOOL FOOTBALL TEAM. And he couldn’t have that, good boys ALWAYS went to practice.
Besides, why have a quickie when you can experience the wolf with an adrenaline rush? Might be so pumped, he’d be willing to pay more.
❝And trust me doll, the idea of havin a lil one on one is sure makin this wolf excited,❞ don’t get him TOO excited though, ❝but I can’t miss practice. Only losers and whimps skip out on practice. Besides, I’m sure it would be a lot more fun afterwards, right?❞
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🌺|| “Oooooh boys!!~”
There they are, her favorite and most high paying COSTUMERS. Roxanne may never be a fan of football she was indeed a fan of cold hard cash—and the school’s football team were full of strong, horny boys willing to give her every cent they had for a few minutes of her time. Just how she liked them.
“And ‘ow are mon sweet strong wulfees todai?~”
It was the call of her voice that got this pack of dog men to stop in their tracks. The group heading towards Football practice when they had been stopped, quickly looking around the area. Frantic to find the owner of that voice that they had all lost a lot of money too ( though they weren’t complaining, she was worth every penny ). Of course, when they found her, their eyes settled on her as though they were hunting prey.
It was a good thing that had gotten PAID recently, in case this conversation did decide to lead to a situation where they had to dig their money out. That is, if it didn’t male them late for practice.
❝Well, hello there, babe. Better now that we can see your pretty face.❞
❝The wolfpack is here!❞
hey do you like dumb jocks who sometimes pick on their baby cousin because he is as equally dumb ( but still incredibly lovable? ) — but get distracted by the simplest of things? how about wolves who are total SJWs ( SUPER JACKED WOLVES ) and enjoy ikibana, the japanese art of flower arranging?
if you answered yes, OR NO!, then this is the blog for you. Meet THE WOLFPACK from the monster dating sim Monster Prom. This account is an indie roleplay account featuring them, run by Oliver !
If this blog interests you, hit this with a like/reblog - perhaps you’ll get a certain group of sweaty dumbasses to come by and make themselves very know.
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