Is this a bad time?
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flint_garouIt didn't have to be.
3 October, 2012
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (79% full).
Greeted as she so frequently is by the sounds of puppies yapping and clamoring against the door, Riley eases the doorway open to the room where Dark-Fur has taken up residence, leading with her booted foot so that the eager pups leap and bound up on her leading leg instead of running out the door. Slipping inside and easing the door closed, Riley immediately ploinks down to lupus, tail wagging as she snuffles at the pups in greeting, her dark head swaying to seek out where Dark-Fur is in all this.
Dark-Fur is watching from a mess of blankets in one corner and she yawns, as she slowly gets to her paws and stretches. She pads over and greets the other Walker by giving her a good sniffing over. Dark-Fur does her best to ignore the clamoring puppies, even as they dance around, demanding attention and play time.
Evac naturally spends the time when she is being sniffed doing some sniffing of her own, all while being yipped at and cavorted around by overzealous puppies, naturally curious about the sudden wolf that has appeared out of nowhere. Evac gives a satisfied little snuffle when she's concluded her own sniffing and finally seats herself, similarly ignoring the puppies. Eventually, they grow bored of the inaction and go to play among themselves. Evac cranes her head to one side, regarding Dark-Fur. I know we covered a lot of ground last time, but… I was wondering if you had questions about what we talked about. About what's happening to you, and what it means.
Dark-Fur's ear flip back wards, as she sits down and curls her tail around her front paws. I am a two-skin wolf. I watched all you you changing. It doesn't seem all that strange anymore.
Less frequent as a visitor down to the first floor here, is Flint, who likewise opens the door leading with a foot to keep the puppies from getting out, shutting the door behind him. The cliath looks between Evac, and Dark-Fur, and asks aloud, "This a bad time?" The gift of Beast Speech is present, as it always is when he comes down here, but it may not help the underlying concept very much.
Looking thoughtful for a moment, Evac gives a heavy swing of her head. No, Dark-Fur. You are a five-skin wolf. There are more than just the wolf and the two-legs. Have you seen the other skins for yourself yet? She flicks her ears back at the sound of approaching footsteps, and pauses to glance in the direction of the door. When Flint walks through it, a ridge of fur along Riley's spine lightly bristles. It is not a bad time. She lies, transparently.
Dark-Fur looks up at Flint, nose working as she takes in his scent. No, she tells Evac, turning her head to look at the other Ragabash.
Flint smells, today, more of wood-dust and the scents of the shop on the fifth floor, wood and machine oil and the slight scent of soap underneath all of that, less of the faint hints of any sort of blood. Tension shows in his posture, but his breathing is measured and even, and he steps a little further into the room, before sitting cross-legged, tussling the one pup that comes to investigate, idly. Evac is addressed first. "Look, I messed up. I. I know," he says, quietly.
The reaction that Flint get is simply a heavy swing of Evac's head as she stands up, turns her back fully to Flint and seats herself again in front of Dark-Fur. And this is the only reaction that he presently receives, as she turns her focus casually back to Dark-Fur. You can also change into a very big wolf called Hispo, a very big two-legs called Glabro, and a very strong two-leg wolf called Crinos. I will show them all to you now. Watch me close. She eases first up to Hispo, her form roiling up at an intentionally slowed rate until she looms over Dark-Fur, her tail wagging softly.
The puppies go scrambling out of the room and end up hiding in the apartments bedroom. Dark-Fur's reaction is far calmer, as her ears flip back, then forward again. Big, she chuffs, while standing up. Big. Big. And her form starts to grow and grow, finally settling in to Crinos. Big!
Flint huffs a sigh as the fostern turns away from him, and scoots slight back so that Evac and Dark-Fur have the space to be in hispo and crinos respectively. ~Yep, big,~ he agrees, the words a careful rumble. ~Glabro is the form I wear now. Big two-legs.~
Letting her tongue loll amusedly out of her mouth, Evac's tail wags all the more, giving off all sort of positive vibes. Yes, good! Big. Listen very carefully to me, Dark-Fur. You must never never never never never be big at any time when you aren't with other five-skins… Garou. It scares people, and they will shoot you. Worse, they will start to look for other Garou, and shoot them too. Garou are secret. Never be big where normal two-legs can see you. Flint is utterly cold-shouldered for the time being.
Dark-Fur snorts loudly, then looks over at Flint. Ugly, she concludes, after a brief inspection. She listens to Evac, one ear remaining focused on the other Ragabash at all times. Okay.
Flint chews his lower lip and pushes to his feet. "Obviously, this was a bad time," he states, the weight of the moon making the words sharper, as he turns for the door.
Bobbing her head momentarily in apology to Dark-Fur, she silently gestures to the crinos. Excuse me one moment. He is an unruly pup. She turns about, and eases intently through the rest of the forms so that Dark-Fur can see the logical progression, rather than simply snapping rapidly back to her birth-form. Riley's footfalls are heavy behind Flint. "It didn't have to be. But you're right, it is a bad time for you, 'Everything-Is-About-Me'." The intonation implies a deed-name.
Dark-Fur attempts to stand up on two legs and end up bumping her head on the ceiling, which earns the drywall a dirty look.
Flint lets the gift that he'd been using slip into inactivity, speaking to the Fostern, and the Fostern only. "It's a bad time, so I'm leaving," he says, coming to a halt. Posture is submissive, shoulders low, but he doesn't move to face Riley, just tucks his thumbs into his pockets. And seems to be at least a little waiting for permission to actually leave.
"Do, Everything-Is-About-Me. Please do." Her tone is acidic, her posture oozing dominance should Flint choose to turn around at any point in the conversation—he'll be facing a staredown from a clearly furious Fostern. "And the next time you feel the need to self-destruct, you do it alone, instead of almost taking out half of our tribal elders in your collateral damage." She keeps her posture firm and unyielding, her eyes all but burning a hole into Flint's back.
Flint turns around, then bares his throat, the submission made even more clear, though his hands clench into fists and the ragabash's sarcasm on this moon clearly isn't going over well. There's no eye contact, Flint's gaze falling somewhere on the floor.
Dark-Fur sort of looms behind Riley, curiosity written large in her body language.
Riley approaches Flint, then leans in close, reaching an arm around him to pull the door that's just beyond him open, then leans back. It's all the suggestion he's given.
Flint tenses when Riley gets closer, stone still, but when the door is opened, he goes out. And slams it shut behind him, though not quite hard enough to actually damage the door.
Dark-Fur reaches out with one clawed hand and tries to reopen the door.
Riley smoothly turns about to face Dark-Fur, casually lifting her boot to settle on the door and keep it from opening unless Dark-Fur is extremely intent on the notion.
Flint makes his way down the hall, and the door to the stairwell can be heard to slam shut as well.
Dark-Fur looks at Riley and uses her free hand to pick her up and move her to one side, so she can open the door without any obstacles.
Riley allows herself to be lifted up, her facial features taking a momentary turn for the amused, but that's where her compliance ends. She bulks up to Crinos herself, and gives a slow swing of her head, her hand on the door. It's harder to discern body language in Crinos, but the overwhelming feeling should be that this is Not Okay right now.
Dark-Fur's ears flatten against her skull, as she looks between the door and the other Ragabash. She draws in a breath and sighs heavily, before backing away from the door in what can only be called a sulk.
Riley smooths herself down to lupus, seating herself in front of the door and waiting for Dark-Fur to look her way again. Following him would be bad. He needs to learn that when he acts out, he will not get the attention he seeks. I am sorry we were interrupted. She gives a half-hearted wag of her tail. You are doing very well being Big.
3 October, 2012
The moon is in the waning Gibbous (Galliard) Moon phase (79% full).
Greeted as she so frequently is by the sounds of puppies yapping and clamoring against the door, Riley eases the doorway open to the room where Dark-Fur has taken up residence, leading with her booted foot so that the eager pups leap and bound up on her leading leg instead of running out the door. Slipping inside and easing the door closed, Riley immediately ploinks down to lupus, tail wagging as she snuffles at the pups in greeting, her dark head swaying to seek out where Dark-Fur is in all this.
Dark-Fur is watching from a mess of blankets in one corner and she yawns, as she slowly gets to her paws and stretches. She pads over and greets the other Walker by giving her a good sniffing over. Dark-Fur does her best to ignore the clamoring puppies, even as they dance around, demanding attention and play time.
Evac naturally spends the time when she is being sniffed doing some sniffing of her own, all while being yipped at and cavorted around by overzealous puppies, naturally curious about the sudden wolf that has appeared out of nowhere. Evac gives a satisfied little snuffle when she's concluded her own sniffing and finally seats herself, similarly ignoring the puppies. Eventually, they grow bored of the inaction and go to play among themselves. Evac cranes her head to one side, regarding Dark-Fur. I know we covered a lot of ground last time, but… I was wondering if you had questions about what we talked about. About what's happening to you, and what it means.
Dark-Fur's ear flip back wards, as she sits down and curls her tail around her front paws. I am a two-skin wolf. I watched all you you changing. It doesn't seem all that strange anymore.
Less frequent as a visitor down to the first floor here, is Flint, who likewise opens the door leading with a foot to keep the puppies from getting out, shutting the door behind him. The cliath looks between Evac, and Dark-Fur, and asks aloud, "This a bad time?" The gift of Beast Speech is present, as it always is when he comes down here, but it may not help the underlying concept very much.
Looking thoughtful for a moment, Evac gives a heavy swing of her head. No, Dark-Fur. You are a five-skin wolf. There are more than just the wolf and the two-legs. Have you seen the other skins for yourself yet? She flicks her ears back at the sound of approaching footsteps, and pauses to glance in the direction of the door. When Flint walks through it, a ridge of fur along Riley's spine lightly bristles. It is not a bad time. She lies, transparently.
Dark-Fur looks up at Flint, nose working as she takes in his scent. No, she tells Evac, turning her head to look at the other Ragabash.
Flint smells, today, more of wood-dust and the scents of the shop on the fifth floor, wood and machine oil and the slight scent of soap underneath all of that, less of the faint hints of any sort of blood. Tension shows in his posture, but his breathing is measured and even, and he steps a little further into the room, before sitting cross-legged, tussling the one pup that comes to investigate, idly. Evac is addressed first. "Look, I messed up. I. I know," he says, quietly.
The reaction that Flint get is simply a heavy swing of Evac's head as she stands up, turns her back fully to Flint and seats herself again in front of Dark-Fur. And this is the only reaction that he presently receives, as she turns her focus casually back to Dark-Fur. You can also change into a very big wolf called Hispo, a very big two-legs called Glabro, and a very strong two-leg wolf called Crinos. I will show them all to you now. Watch me close. She eases first up to Hispo, her form roiling up at an intentionally slowed rate until she looms over Dark-Fur, her tail wagging softly.
The puppies go scrambling out of the room and end up hiding in the apartments bedroom. Dark-Fur's reaction is far calmer, as her ears flip back, then forward again. Big, she chuffs, while standing up. Big. Big. And her form starts to grow and grow, finally settling in to Crinos. Big!
Flint huffs a sigh as the fostern turns away from him, and scoots slight back so that Evac and Dark-Fur have the space to be in hispo and crinos respectively. ~Yep, big,~ he agrees, the words a careful rumble. ~Glabro is the form I wear now. Big two-legs.~
Letting her tongue loll amusedly out of her mouth, Evac's tail wags all the more, giving off all sort of positive vibes. Yes, good! Big. Listen very carefully to me, Dark-Fur. You must never never never never never be big at any time when you aren't with other five-skins… Garou. It scares people, and they will shoot you. Worse, they will start to look for other Garou, and shoot them too. Garou are secret. Never be big where normal two-legs can see you. Flint is utterly cold-shouldered for the time being.
Dark-Fur snorts loudly, then looks over at Flint. Ugly, she concludes, after a brief inspection. She listens to Evac, one ear remaining focused on the other Ragabash at all times. Okay.
Flint chews his lower lip and pushes to his feet. "Obviously, this was a bad time," he states, the weight of the moon making the words sharper, as he turns for the door.
Bobbing her head momentarily in apology to Dark-Fur, she silently gestures to the crinos. Excuse me one moment. He is an unruly pup. She turns about, and eases intently through the rest of the forms so that Dark-Fur can see the logical progression, rather than simply snapping rapidly back to her birth-form. Riley's footfalls are heavy behind Flint. "It didn't have to be. But you're right, it is a bad time for you, 'Everything-Is-About-Me'." The intonation implies a deed-name.
Dark-Fur attempts to stand up on two legs and end up bumping her head on the ceiling, which earns the drywall a dirty look.
Flint lets the gift that he'd been using slip into inactivity, speaking to the Fostern, and the Fostern only. "It's a bad time, so I'm leaving," he says, coming to a halt. Posture is submissive, shoulders low, but he doesn't move to face Riley, just tucks his thumbs into his pockets. And seems to be at least a little waiting for permission to actually leave.
"Do, Everything-Is-About-Me. Please do." Her tone is acidic, her posture oozing dominance should Flint choose to turn around at any point in the conversation—he'll be facing a staredown from a clearly furious Fostern. "And the next time you feel the need to self-destruct, you do it alone, instead of almost taking out half of our tribal elders in your collateral damage." She keeps her posture firm and unyielding, her eyes all but burning a hole into Flint's back.
Flint turns around, then bares his throat, the submission made even more clear, though his hands clench into fists and the ragabash's sarcasm on this moon clearly isn't going over well. There's no eye contact, Flint's gaze falling somewhere on the floor.
Dark-Fur sort of looms behind Riley, curiosity written large in her body language.
Riley approaches Flint, then leans in close, reaching an arm around him to pull the door that's just beyond him open, then leans back. It's all the suggestion he's given.
Flint tenses when Riley gets closer, stone still, but when the door is opened, he goes out. And slams it shut behind him, though not quite hard enough to actually damage the door.
Dark-Fur reaches out with one clawed hand and tries to reopen the door.
Riley smoothly turns about to face Dark-Fur, casually lifting her boot to settle on the door and keep it from opening unless Dark-Fur is extremely intent on the notion.
Flint makes his way down the hall, and the door to the stairwell can be heard to slam shut as well.
Dark-Fur looks at Riley and uses her free hand to pick her up and move her to one side, so she can open the door without any obstacles.
Riley allows herself to be lifted up, her facial features taking a momentary turn for the amused, but that's where her compliance ends. She bulks up to Crinos herself, and gives a slow swing of her head, her hand on the door. It's harder to discern body language in Crinos, but the overwhelming feeling should be that this is Not Okay right now.
Dark-Fur's ears flatten against her skull, as she looks between the door and the other Ragabash. She draws in a breath and sighs heavily, before backing away from the door in what can only be called a sulk.
Riley smooths herself down to lupus, seating herself in front of the door and waiting for Dark-Fur to look her way again. Following him would be bad. He needs to learn that when he acts out, he will not get the attention he seeks. I am sorry we were interrupted. She gives a half-hearted wag of her tail. You are doing very well being Big.