An Ankh-Morporkian Werewolf in Paris
Who: Angua; open to Arya, Jon Snow, and anyone else who wants a little werewolf in their lives!
What: A wolfish nighttime tour of the city.
Where: All over Paris, particularly the back alleys
When: Night One
Warnings: Some non-sexual nudity? Werewolves don't wear clothes!
Note: Despite the icon, wolf!Angua looks like a golden wolf with unusually long fur around the ears. She has the same leather-and-gold chain/collar that human!Angua wears, so the very observant might notice something familiar.
Angua had somehow been roped into a Girls' Night Out... despite the fact that the last one she'd attended had indeed involved someone (a vampire, no less) throwing up pink umbrellas in an alleyway. And also a stripper. And her best friend Cheri, nee Cheery, who was a lovely girl, but wore full battle mail and had a beard you could get lost in. And a damn vampire. Angua wasn't looking forward to the redux.
But tonight was hers, and while she'd spent the day learning all about this strange and massive futuristic city as a human, the moon was waxing, and she had the odd desire to get to know it the other way, too. Maybe she'd feel more comfortable when she could understand the smells and have a decent chat with the local dogs. If they didn't hate werewolves as much as Ankh-Morporkian dogs, did, anyway.
One thing could definitely be said for these modern hotels: the loaner robes made Changing so much easier. She undressed in her room and snuck down, berobed, to the alley behind the hotel. There, she carefully hid the little post-wolf kit that had become a necessity over the years: it held a spare dress, a hairbrush, breath mints, some money, and now her hotel key. Then, she took off the robe, draped it on top of a nearby dumpster... and Changed.
The smells of Paris were nearly overwhelming. There were just so many of them! It was like being back in Ankh-Morpork, multiplied by a thousand. Reeling, she picked one at random and padded off into the night, content to let her nose take her where it may.
What: A wolfish nighttime tour of the city.
Where: All over Paris, particularly the back alleys
When: Night One
Warnings: Some non-sexual nudity? Werewolves don't wear clothes!
Note: Despite the icon, wolf!Angua looks like a golden wolf with unusually long fur around the ears. She has the same leather-and-gold chain/collar that human!Angua wears, so the very observant might notice something familiar.
Angua had somehow been roped into a Girls' Night Out... despite the fact that the last one she'd attended had indeed involved someone (a vampire, no less) throwing up pink umbrellas in an alleyway. And also a stripper. And her best friend Cheri, nee Cheery, who was a lovely girl, but wore full battle mail and had a beard you could get lost in. And a damn vampire. Angua wasn't looking forward to the redux.
But tonight was hers, and while she'd spent the day learning all about this strange and massive futuristic city as a human, the moon was waxing, and she had the odd desire to get to know it the other way, too. Maybe she'd feel more comfortable when she could understand the smells and have a decent chat with the local dogs. If they didn't hate werewolves as much as Ankh-Morporkian dogs, did, anyway.
One thing could definitely be said for these modern hotels: the loaner robes made Changing so much easier. She undressed in her room and snuck down, berobed, to the alley behind the hotel. There, she carefully hid the little post-wolf kit that had become a necessity over the years: it held a spare dress, a hairbrush, breath mints, some money, and now her hotel key. Then, she took off the robe, draped it on top of a nearby dumpster... and Changed.
The smells of Paris were nearly overwhelming. There were just so many of them! It was like being back in Ankh-Morpork, multiplied by a thousand. Reeling, she picked one at random and padded off into the night, content to let her nose take her where it may.