1st Howl [AUDIO//COMMENTLOG]
[Ben's learned two important life lessons in the past thirty seconds. 1) Fire burns. Fire burns a lot. 2) Have you ever tried grabbing an angry, panicky cat? No? Then the second of those lessons would undoubtedly be lost on you
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But of course he had to press the wrong button on the elevator. The doors open to reveal deck five, instead of deck four. Oh well - a little walking's not so bad. Might as well take the last stairs up.]
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The wolf in him doesn't stop to think about it. It just moves, and he lets it move. There's nothing about this place that's familiar - not the sight, not the smell, not the floor he can hardly find purchase on.
The wolf wants to find its alpha. It certainly doesn't give a fuck that it's burnt, that breathing feels like just about the stupidest damn thing to do. That running is worse.
He lopes along the hallway, skids to an awkward halt in front of a boy. He's small, weak and in his way.
The wolf snarls. You wanna lay down money on what that means, kid?]
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Xanth freezes in place. Shit, shit. He didn't even bring his golf club.
He backs up slowly. He wants to look back to make sure he doesn't bump into something but looking away from this beast could mean very nasty things.]
G-good... wolf... g-good--good w-wolf...
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The boy smells like fear. Like prey.
Ben takes a step forwards.]
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--wait. He can make out the animal-shaped figure down the hall. Whatever it is, it doesn't look friendly; he freezes, unsure of whether to run or stay where he is.]
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He's looking for a way to get downstairs, and it's past the human. He launches himself towards Jack. Who's afraid of the big, bad wolf?]
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- thanks to the fucking floor, loses his footing and slams into the man from behind. Bowling for naval officers, anyone?]
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So he doesn't pay much attention to it in the end, choosing instead to pay attention to the cheerful crackle of the uh. ...The deck on fire. 8|
Hey, it's a nice fire. He'll enjoy it for a while.]
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The fire doesn't smell like the one he remembers. It's got none of the chemical burn of a house - even one that belongs to a goddamned bitch of a coyote. But it's a fire. Adam was in a fire.
You're in his way, Tanvir. You speak wolf? The snarl that rips from Ben's throat is very much in line with 'get the fuck out of my way'.]
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Thing.
That thing. Over there.
Holy shit, that is a huge fucking wolf.
Tanvir might not know exactly what the fuck is going on (oh, he's got a few good guesses, but nothing totally solid) but he does know one thing: He's. Not. Moving. Running strikes him as being a bad plan. He thinks he read about not running from wild dogs once. Anyway, where would he run? Into the fire? Pfff, no.
So he plants his feet right where he is, stubborn, stupid bastard that he is.
See this, puppy? Asshole ain't going anywhere.]
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The wolf curls its lips back from its teeth, flattens its ears back against its head, and locks its eyes on the human's.]
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He's headed back to his room when he sees the wolf up ahead-- holy shit, that's a wolf and not just a dog. He wishes vaguely for his bat. Maybe he should head in the other direction. In any case, he's glancing over his shoulder to look for another way out.]
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- Though that glance over his shoulder didn't help to keep him out of it's peripheral vision.
The wolf stalks forwards.]
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If that thing chases him, what is he gonna do? He doesn't have his hockey stick or anything, he can't really fight it. He could probably bop it on the nose, maybe break a rib or something if it really wanted to fight.]
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... beautiful a wolf might be, but her history with the ornery beasties maaay color her judgment.
Either way, her spidey senses tingled a bit in the stairwell, and instead of avoiding danger of course Nel is going to at least suss out the potential threat. She steps out into the open............]
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Hackles up, the animal snarls. It doesn't like the fact that it was took mostly by surprise.]
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Okay.
Nel is very, very conscious of the fact that her daggers are conspicuously missing from their sheaths. The thing that prevents Ben's angry self from giving her even a tiny jolt of fear would be, oh yes, her bangin' runology.]
Are you sentient? Step down--
[Ah. Right. Lost in translation. She shrugs to loosen up her shoulders, stretches her fingers, and sticks her hand right out in front of her. Looks pretty harmless, right?]
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