Cubefall

[scots_wolf]

Finally, the holiday that everybody has been talking about. There is no hesitation.

Urquhart knows what he wants. Yes, when he gets his vidscreen, what he wants is there. There is no choice.

Urquhart stabs his finger eagerly at the picture.

A minute later, a huge, shaggy black wolf is bounding outside.

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[weplayparts]

She picks up on his scent the moment she makes it down to the bar proper from her room upstairs, but there's something different, something just slightly off. It's a shift, and one she can't put her finger on until her own vidscreen appears in front of her.

She's presented with her options, then quickly makes her choice (it makes sense, now, all of it).

The scents are slightly different, somewhat keener than they are in fox form, but nevertheless, the change is not quite such a shock to the system.

She lifts her head, nose wriggling to sniff him out, and then tears off at breakneck speed in the direction he's gone in.

[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is worrying the demon bunnies when she finds him.

Not chasing yet, just making them nervous.

[weplayparts]

In this form, her laughter comes in the sound of a snort, a soft huff of breath, before she resumes her slight panting to cool herself down after the burst of running.

She greets him in a high-pitched whine.

[scots_wolf]

He turns, and looks at her.

Sniffs the air.

Knows her at once.

[morethanprops]

Moist stares at the Bar and his choice when he finds the Bar, he's not sure why he'd want to be a werewolf, a golem, some kind of mechanical thing or a mongoose so he walks outside. The Bar is slightly too strange at the moment though she does chide him with a reminder to tend later.

Moist sighs but agrees then walks outside, he hand rests on the small silver pen in his pocket as he considers the path into the forest.

[scots_wolf]

On one of the rocks by the lake, a huge shaggy black wolf is lounging, and watching him come outside.

[morethanprops]

When he spots the wolf, Moist stops and almost bows,

"Are you a true wolf, a werewolf or something else?"

[scots_wolf]

The wolf looks at him as if to chide him for asking an 'or' question of somebody who can only do 'yes' and 'no'. Ahh, logic is so fallible in even the cleverest people.

Then, looking at Moist askew, he taps the ground with his forepaw, slowly and distinctly, three times.

[mogget_cat]

In a small clearing deep in the woods, demon bunnies graze and frolic in the golden rays of sunshine filtering down through the surrounding trees.

Little do they know they are being stalked. He pads through the underbrush silently, slowly, approaching from down-wind so that their scent is full on him, the wind wafting his own scent away from the rabbits, back towards the bar.

[scots_wolf]

BunnybunnybunnyCATbunnybunny...

The wolf is lurking in the bushes, by the edge of the forest, very curious about the smells.

Not just cat. Something ancient and strong, too.

[mogget_cat]

Mostly cat, right now, as he is more cat than Bright Shiner in this moment. The lingering acrid smelltaste of Free Magic, like ozone after a nearby lightning strike, tends to make the demon bunnies (very familiar by now with those that hunt them) flee, so Yrael has learned to be very careful about scent and wind direction.

The white cat slips silently from the shadow of a fallen log, easing up to crouch behind a standing tree that serves to block the rabbits' view of the predator.

[scots_wolf]

The wolf is coming up in the bushes behind, downwind.

When the bunnies start running, he'll take his chance and grab one, too.