Where Woofs (18+)

Discussion in 'Boat Trolls RP' started by Erskin Aspera, Oct 27, 2015.

  1. Erskin Aspera

    Erskin Aspera flintlockGallivant

    You're taking a leisurely detour through some sedate little north american village, enjoying the friendly people, the crisp autumn afternoons, and the occasional garbage luncheon, when you spot Tall, Dark, and Handsome sitting on a park bench and looking vaguely forlorn, but in a particularly movie-star sort of way. Brooding air of fathomless tragedy, and whatnot. Very appealing.

    You trot over, tail waving a grand hallo!, and come to a tidy sit at a nice friendly angle by his leg.

    You politely request his sandwich via opening your mouth and closing it on the sandwich. It's a polite request because you made very sure not to include any of his fingers. Also, you are employing your absolutely, positively most sincere aren't i the cutest thing you've seen all day? eyecontact.
     
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  2. Belatu Kadros

    Belatu Kadros crossfireHurricane

    It's really unnerving to be able to recognize so many salient facts about a person by smell. Especially facts like: this 'dog' who is eating the pastrami-on-rye right out of your hand is a person. You lock eyes with him, then let him have the damn thing. Too much hot mustard anyway. Tasted like they were trying to cover up manky lunchmeat. "What's your deal?" you ask warily. No need to keep it quiet; people talk to dogs all the time.

    A part of you thinks this 'dog' is a little bit sexy. That is unnerving as hell and you are refusing to think about it.

    You've previously met two other lycanthropes, both male, both creampuffs. The first invited you home to fuck his wife; you politely declined, despite his insistence that she would be grateful for some 'hybrid vigor', and took your leave without incident. The second tried to knife you; you broke his wrist and left him head-down in a dumpster, otherwise unharmed. And now this.

    You rephrase: "What's your angle?"
     
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  3. Erskin Aspera

    Erskin Aspera flintlockGallivant

    Ears back, you manage a fine look of wounded pride. Angle? You? Never! You are simply enjoying the pleasant sunshine, the friendly company, and the delectable taste of whiffy lunchmeat.

    Speaking of, there's at least another six inches of sandwich in that plastic sack by his hip. You look at the sack. You look at him. You look at the sack. You look at him and wave your tail in supplication.

    Aren't I a good dog? A friendly dog? A handsome and pattable dog? A dog that might, perhaps, deserve more sandwich?
     
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  4. Belatu Kadros

    Belatu Kadros crossfireHurricane

    You raise an eyebrow to indicate you are not fooled into thinking he's a dog at all. Standing up with your sandwich bag, you beckon with a jerk of your head, a gesture a human -- well, a person -- will understand but a dog won't. Because you don't know how you know he's not a dog, and you'd hate to think you were pinning your hopes of some kind of how-to-be-a-werewolf lessons on like... an unusually brindled shepherd/husky mix or something, just because it had intelligent eyes.

    (bel will lead him away from people, so no witnesses if fighting or shifting, and no bystanders to get involved. if erskin takes the lead, bel will follow cautiously.)
     
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  5. Erskin Aspera

    Erskin Aspera flintlockGallivant

    You snort and roll your eyes at him, but trot along by his side like any faithful companion out with his human for a stroll. When he's led you on a winding meander into the narrow, leafy gap between a shed and a fence and some shrubs, you sit down again, emphatically, and tilt your head expectantly to one side. Well, so?

    If Mr Gunshoots Von Hollywood wants to proposition you for a casual little romp, you're not exactly unwilling to consider the notion, but you would like the rest of that sandwich.
     
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  6. Belatu Kadros

    Belatu Kadros crossfireHurricane

    You'd wanted to go farther, where not only would there be no witnesses to shifting or fighting, but noises couldn't draw innocent bystanders in. Just because he isn't acting like a threat... oh well, he gets to assert boundaries too, these are his stomping grounds. You hand over the sandwich, and lean back against the shed with your hands in your pockets. "I want to talk," you tell him. "I'm new to this whole wolf thing. I've been looking for someone who can show me the ropes. So far... my luck hasn't been great."
     
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  7. Erskin Aspera

    Erskin Aspera flintlockGallivant

    You paw the sandwich apart and bolt it down in pieces, then give him a wry up-and-down while licking your whiskers. What, does he want an Alpha? He seems just like the sort of overbuilt knuckle-dragger to subscribe to that idiotic convention, gun smell and boot polish and military bearing and all. His quadrupedal aspect's probably every bit as big, and you haven't the faintest desire to get into it with some needy, giant puppy that's going to try for 'dominating' you the minute he throws some tedious human tantrum.

    But. Well. He seems lost. And he certainly doesn't smell like the active-duty sons and daughters you've come across. He smells like grief and hospitals and the kind of scars you grow over bad bites. It's not so hard to put those simple pieces together.

    You give the sandwich wrappings a pointed look, then your new friend. There had better be significantly more of those in your future.
     
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  8. Belatu Kadros

    Belatu Kadros crossfireHurricane

    "Christ," you reply, exasperated, "yes, all the sandwiches you want, if you'll just run me through the basics at least. Since I got back to the States I've found a grand total of three others. Number One invited me to impregnate his wife. Number Two tried to put a silver letter opener between my ribs. And now here you are: Subzilla. The Pastraminator. Help me Obi-Ham, you're my only hope."
     
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  9. Erskin Aspera

    Erskin Aspera flintlockGallivant

    You laugh— you can't help it, you're delighted. You'd have expected threats, bluster, or a collapse into piteous begging. But a sense of humor? That's excellent, that'll get him far. You bounce back and forth from shed to fence, light-pawed, dancing, pleased with everything— oh, it's gotten his hackles up, he doesn't like this much movement in this little space.

    You sit down again, with exaggerated formality, paws together, snout poised regally. No frisking, eh? You are the very soul of no frisking. No, sir, not you, never.

    Well, is he going to get down here or what? You go harrumph, pointedly, and make a sort of— hmm— you circle with your nose, gesture back at yourself, your haunches and tail. Look back at him, head sternly tilted.
     
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  10. Belatu Kadros

    Belatu Kadros crossfireHurricane

    You consider it for a moment, then give a long sigh. "All right, but let me leave my clothes in my room. These boots could apply for a pension of their own, I'm not leaving them in someone's backyard."

    It doesn't take more than five minutes to run back to the motel, your new friend loping alongside. You leave the door open for him, unconcerned with being seen by passersby, as you change into track pants, running shoes, and a cheap t-shirt, bringing nothing with you but your hotel keycard. There's a nice trail right out behind the hotel parking lot, and here you are, just a fit young nobody jogging with his weird-ass ginormous dog, yep, nothing to see here.

    Once well out of sight into the woods, you strip down matter-of-factly, leaving everything neatly folded and concealed under some fallen leaves beside the trail. And then you... sort of... fall backwards inside out and through onto four legs. You shake yourself, stretch, give him a tongue-lolling sheepish smile -- oh shit he's really cute -- and he is still a canid, Bel, you are not here for any doggy-style, let's get some mission focus up in this thing.

    "Welp," you tell him, in the 'language' you inevitably forget how to speak if you think too much about how you're doing it, "now can we have a conversation? Because I'm going to have a hard time buying you sandwiches like this. No shirt, no shoes, no service."
     
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  11. Erskin Aspera

    Erskin Aspera flintlockGallivant

    "We can table the sandwiches for the mo'," you say, interestedly circling him about and taking a whiff of various points of interest. "Good grief, you are new, aren't you?"

    Something crackles enticingly from the woods, further on, and you look after it, distracted. "Do you fancy squirrels? They're absolute devils to catch, you know, but victory makes for the sweetest sauce. Salt. Can't remember. Plenty of rabbits, hereabouts, too. They're easier. Less trees involved."
     
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  12. Belatu Kadros

    Belatu Kadros crossfireHurricane

    "I don't --" you begin, but oh, you do. You want to chase that rustling in the most undignified way. You want to chase even more than you want to sniff. And you did ask him to show you the ropes. "Lay on, Macduff, and damned be him that first cries hold, enough!"

    You have no idea how to do this. Last time you tried it you ended up stuck in a bog.
     
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  13. Erskin Aspera

    Erskin Aspera flintlockGallivant

    You glance back at his clothes pile, but— well, if he doesn't want to mark his own belongings, it's no skin off your tail. You lope easily along the human jogging track, then turn off onto the first interesting little run. Birds call alarms to one another, but the squirrels in have gotten complacent. You slow and examine the trees as you pass, snuffling here and there— nuts, the twitchy, greasy smell of squirrels. A rustle some little distance forwards from you, and you focus on some fat old codger stuffing his face in gluttonous rapture, far too many paces away from the nearest tree. God, you love autumn.

    You nod towards the squirrel, nose the big fellow forward on the side of his snout. Even the clumsiest forward charge should bag this lunch.
     
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  14. Belatu Kadros

    Belatu Kadros crossfireHurricane

    What, a direct attack? Well, this is for fun, isn't it? Still, you take a moment to check the 'exits' -- as soon as you break cover, that bag of acorns is going straight up the nearest tree -- and then, what the hell, you just go for it.
     
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  15. Erskin Aspera

    Erskin Aspera flintlockGallivant

    Good turn of speed on that man, and a very clever eye. He actually beats the squirrel to the tree and snaps the thing right off the trunk— it nearly runs itself right into his jaws. Then your tall friend is dancing triumphantly about the clearing, tossing a his fluffy wad of meat in the air and— mostly— catching it again. All pride and delight. You trot over in a congratulatory manner.

    "First kill?" you ask him.
     
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  16. Belatu Kadros

    Belatu Kadros crossfireHurricane

    You deposit the thoroughly murdered squirrel proudly at his feet. "On four legs, yes. It's easier than I expected. At least, when I don't think about it too much." You nose the squirrel a bit closer to him. It's not much fun now that it's dead.
     
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  17. Erskin Aspera

    Erskin Aspera flintlockGallivant

    "Squirrels generally are," you say, and put a paw on the squirrel to pull it open with your front teeth, so the soft squiggly bits spill out invitingly. New chaps tend to be vague on the connection between 'catch the thing' and 'now there's dinner'.

    You nose the opened-up squirrel back towards him. "Here, it's really not enough to share, though thanks kindly. I'll fetch my own."
     
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  18. Belatu Kadros

    Belatu Kadros crossfireHurricane

    "Oh, er." You tilt your head. "You know, I'm aware that's supposed to be food to me right now? But I don't seem to be forgetting that it is in fact raw fucking squirrel. Hunting's fun but I want a bacon cheeseburger."
     
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  19. Erskin Aspera

    Erskin Aspera flintlockGallivant

    "What are you, a cat?" you ask, incredulous. "Don't kill what you're not going to eat. It's— sick."
     
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  20. Belatu Kadros

    Belatu Kadros crossfireHurricane

    "Okay," you say slowly. "Yeah. Okay, I did ask you for. Yeah." You nudge the squirrel, lick your nose. Lukewarm squirrel blood. It's not as gross as maybe you would find it normally, but it doesn't really appeal. "My instincts are letting me down here, man. I keep wanting to chase things that aren't food."

    If that doesn't happen to him too, if you're a car-chasing, ball-fetching failure of a werewolf, you are going straight back to Afghanistan and punching every hill bandit in the country until someone apologizes for the poor quality of their lycanthropes.
     
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