Only Lonely Casualty | AU RP

laerkeodinsdottir:

wonderwolf-ellie:

laerkeodinsdottir:

Laerke beamed lightly at the doctor’s reference to her alpha. That’s right, Ellie was hers and she was Ellie’s. The smile did fade a bit when the doctor whispered something to Ellie and Laerke did her best not to worry over it. She scooted over to give Ellie room when she approached.

She frowned softly at the suggestion. Her breathing picked up and she shifted nervously in place while trying very hard not to run away. Memories of nights spent held down in front of a fire threatened to overwhelm the young woman. “I don’t like needles. I don’t wanna look, please don’t make me look!” 

"It’s okay, darling, it’s okay," Ellie assured quickly, gently running her hand over the girl’s head to soothe her. "You don’t have to look, I promise. You can close your eyes, cover them, or, hell, bury ‘em against me. Whatever you need to do to make yourself comfortable, sweetie. The doctor’s not here to do anything to hurt you, I promise."

For the second time that morning Laerke gave in to her need for physical affection from Ellie. She leaned into the kind hand, body begging for more love. The heaving in her chest calmed and she nodded lightly in agreement. “Okie… as long as I don’t have ta look,” she agreed tentatively and scooted closer to Ellie so she could more easily hide her face.

Ellie smiled softly as the girl calmed herself, and she drew Laerke even closer, allowing the girl to rest her head on her shoulder while she kissed the wild tresses of her hair. “It’ll be okay, baby. Just focus on me. I’m here for you.” She looked up at the doctor, who had been readying a sterile needle and some anesthetic, and when he nodded, she returned her attention to little Laerke, asking, “We need to lift up the sleeve of your sweater, darling… Is that okay?”

The Wolf is at the Door || Fylkir and Ellie

kallamigvondi:

wonderwolf-ellie:

She was patient with this man, who seemed as shocked as someone who had just seen a ghost or Bigfoot, while she remained settled on the ground, more out of comfort now than anything else. The cool grass was soft on her legs, and she didn’t even mind having to look up at him as he spoke carefully and stared down at her. All the while, her smile remained, head tipped ever so slightly as she kept up an air of calm sweetness. This was a good man, so far, after all; no need running him off for no reason.

His question made her smile curl up ever so slightly more, and with a light shrug, she mused, “Well, I suppose so… Just to check on them. I can… let you keep the ones that don’t show my… y’know, hands. If you have any. Otherwise, I mean… I don’t know how comfortable I’d be if you let other people see those pictures. I mean… you saw for yourself, pretty unbelievable, right?”

What he had seen was comparably mystic, though he was more inclined than someone not raised in New Orleans to believe he’d seen it. After his family had moved to the deep south of the states, he learned quite a bit about the supernatural, although this was by far his closest encounter with it (to his knowledge.)

"Is that how you tell a… You’re a werewolf." Fylkir slowly glanced down at his camera, pressing in a button. "You can tell a werewolf by its paws?" This was something he’d not heard before. He paused before continuing. "Unbelievable? Almost." But not completely.

He turned the camera to show her a picture which showed her posing on the log —hands included. “So not this one?” It’d hit him later, but at the moment it’d not settled yet. He seemed fairly comfortable with the fact he’d just encountered one of lore’s great monsters.

Ellie smiled as he seemed to already be familiar with the shift, certainly glad that was one less thing she had to explain. “Indeed I am,” she replied to his first statement while he looked through his camera. “And the paws are mostly a pack thing. Varies between regions and types and such. I just so happen to be in a pack with that sort of trait. Neat, right?” She certainly thought it was. It gave her a better sense of her humanity, knowing she had hands instead of forepaws. It did a better job of keeping her sane, despite the claws in her human form doing just the opposite. 

She looked up as he showed her one of the pictures, so beautiful and perfectly poised, just unable to be shown to a human public at large. “I’m afraid so,” she said with a small, apologetic nod. “I mean, it looks wonderful, and your technique is really great. I just can’t have… y’know, other people seeing it. They’d freak, probably a little worse than you… But, hey, it doesn’t mean you have to delete them completely, by any means. Hell, I’ll give you my e-mail and you can send them to me. They’re really awesome.”

Only Lonely Casualty | AU RP

laerkeodinsdottir:

wonderwolf-ellie:

The doctor wrote down a few notes as the girl spoke about her symptoms ever since she came to live with Ellie, and after a bit of deliberation, he looked up and said with a calming smile, “Well, hopefully your alpha and I can help you feel better soon. Your body may just be trying to adjust to normal living, and though it may be uncomfortable at times, I’m sure it is nothing too serious that we can’t fix.” He looked to Ellie and gestured her closer, whispering near her ear in nearly complete silence - though he knew he would be able to hear him perfectly with her wolf ears.

She listened to his suggestion and nodded, then looked back at Laerke with a gentle smile, coming over to sit beside the girl on the paper-lined bed. “Sweetheart, there’s one more test the doctor would like to conduct,” she said, gently resting her hand over Laerke’s. “It’s called a blood test… the doctor uses a needle to draw just a bit of blood from your arm, so that he can try to figure out things about your body that might not be on the surface. I’ll be honest, it does pinch a little, sweetie, but afterwards, you’ll feel write as rain. Is it okay if he does that, Laerke?”

Laerke beamed lightly at the doctor’s reference to her alpha. That’s right, Ellie was hers and she was Ellie’s. The smile did fade a bit when the doctor whispered something to Ellie and Laerke did her best not to worry over it. She scooted over to give Ellie room when she approached.

She frowned softly at the suggestion. Her breathing picked up and she shifted nervously in place while trying very hard not to run away. Memories of nights spent held down in front of a fire threatened to overwhelm the young woman. “I don’t like needles. I don’t wanna look, please don’t make me look!” 

"It’s okay, darling, it’s okay," Ellie assured quickly, gently running her hand over the girl’s head to soothe her. "You don’t have to look, I promise. You can close your eyes, cover them, or, hell, bury ‘em against me. Whatever you need to do to make yourself comfortable, sweetie. The doctor’s not here to do anything to hurt you, I promise."

The Wolf is at the Door || Fylkir and Ellie

kallamigvondi:

wonderwolf-ellie:

She knew it might have been a little mean, but she smiled a little at his rather shocked scramble for coherent words, and she chuckled a bit as she brushed back a few dark curls behind her ear. She nodded lightly, as if she understood his surprise, and when she looked up at him again, her smile grew just a bit, just enough to show that she really didn’t mean any harm towards him. “Exactly,” she responded, a small lilt in her voice as the chuckle remained in her throat. “But like I said, I’m not here to hurt you. I just wanna talk… about those pictures you took, and what you saw today.”

Her eyes were bright only with solemnity and patience; there was not even a hint of a threat as she went on, “I’m sure you know what I’m gonna ask… right?”

He couldn’t think to speak coherently after what he’d just witnessed. If he only had thought to take a picture when she was int he midst of her transformation —but perhaps that was too much. Maybe then no one would believe the images were real.

The partially dressed woman expressed a slight smile at him, and he hesitated on whether or not he was going to snap another picture. Of course not, had he considered her wholly human. That would be rude —but since she’d just become a woman from an animal (with hands), he was iffy on whether or not basic etiquette still applied.

She presumed he would know what she wanted regarding the pictures he’d taken. She presumed incorrectly. After all —before, she’d seemed perfectly content to pose for the camera.

"You …want to see them?"

She was patient with this man, who seemed as shocked as someone who had just seen a ghost or Bigfoot, while she remained settled on the ground, more out of comfort now than anything else. The cool grass was soft on her legs, and she didn’t even mind having to look up at him as he spoke carefully and stared down at her. All the while, her smile remained, head tipped ever so slightly as she kept up an air of calm sweetness. This was a good man, so far, after all; no need running him off for no reason.

His question made her smile curl up ever so slightly more, and with a light shrug, she mused, “Well, I suppose so… Just to check on them. I can… let you keep the ones that don’t show my… y’know, hands. If you have any. Otherwise, I mean… I don’t know how comfortable I’d be if you let other people see those pictures. I mean… you saw for yourself, pretty unbelievable, right?”

Egotistical Post of the Day~

rey-sonofsurtr:

it’s the mun’s birthdaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay~

The Wolf is at the Door || Fylkir and Ellie

kallamigvondi:

wonderwolf-ellie:

Well, of course she knew that. So long as he wasn’t armed, a human had no chance against her. But then, she had a feeling he didn’t know that, that she wasn’t exactly a normal wolf, with normal strength and speed. Well, it was certainly for the best… there was no reason for him to go out and blather on like a madman about her… unless he noticed her hands.

She glanced down at them herself, like she hadn’t realized they were still a factor in her shift. Yeah… he might have noticed them by this point. It would certainly explain the sudden change in demeanor.

Well, that definitely blew her cover. She couldn’t let him just scamper away without at least a reminder not to tell anyone. And those pictures… God, how could she be so stupid? She hadn’t intended it, but… she knew what she had to do now. It was the only way to make sure rumors didn’t start up. She would either ask him nicely… or kill him if he tried to run away. She definitely hoped the former would suffice.

She made sure to give him some distance, just so that he wouldn’t be overwhelmed and made to feel cornered - and then panic, like most humans would - before she began. Her eyes were almost apologetic in their brightness, then she took a breath and her body tensed.

The sound of bones snapping and muscles shifting resonated in the quiet of the forest, quite like a horror movie scene, except with a distinct lack of screaming and blood. Slim, bowed legs turned to more human limbs, and black fur shortened to reveal tanned skin and dark curls. Her hands grew to a proper human size, though the claws still remained, and sharp fangs flashed as her jaw instinctively snapped, mostly to adjust to the feeling of human bones again. Otherwise, she remained still, remained in her place on the forest floor as she finally looked up, eyes glowing a more natural blue.

She sat back on her heels slowly, holding up her hands in a sign of nonviolence and lack of aggression. “Neither will I,” she said in response to his earlier words. Her tone was patient and calm, and she hoped it would inflict the same attitude upon him. “But I do think we should talk a bit… now that I can.”

He was aware —painfully so, that he didn’t stand a chance should she opt to take him down. Still, so many times he’d been told ‘wolves won’t hurt you; thery’re afraid of you more than you are them,’ he’d come to be under the impression wolves were simply terrified of people. Over and over he was told the wolf that attacked him must have been sick; a healthy one would never have attacked him unprovoked.

Yet just ahead of them there was a wolf coming closer —unprovoked just as last time. He’d gotten a better look at this one. She seemed far from sick, unless he counted the bizarre situation with her having hands. While that had been a subject of shock and awe just moments ago, his eyes now lingered on her teeth as he pushed his shoulder blades into the tree behind him, heart pounding against his rib cage.

The camera was held in a vice grip in his hands as he repeated his mantra to her over and over, voice barely discernible above a whisper. “I don’t want to hurt you … I was only taking your picture … We can be friends.” Don’t kill me.

That was the last semblance of normality. He finished a sentence and paused as her musculature appeared to shift beneath her hair, expanding and cracking and snapping as her form grotesquely transmogrified into that of a human woman. His pupils shrank to specks in a sea of mahogany as one hand swung from the camera, nails biting into the trunk behind him.

She was sitting —as non-threatening in this posture as he could hope for. And, of course, her human shape was in and of itself less dangerous to him now that the teeth and claws were put away. Now that he might have fled more effectively (until she shifted back), there was no longer the urgency to do so. He could not have run if he’d needed to, anyway; the shock of seeing a wolf become a woman left him rooted in place, jaw slacked slightly.

"I… what?”

He couldn’t put it together —he couldn’t wrap his head around it. His fingers drummed on the surface of the camera, which was inexplicably lofting higher as if he planned on simply continuing the photoshoot. It was a photographer’s disease to accidentally remove himself from the situation like a an omnipotent viewer.

She knew it might have been a little mean, but she smiled a little at his rather shocked scramble for coherent words, and she chuckled a bit as she brushed back a few dark curls behind her ear. She nodded lightly, as if she understood his surprise, and when she looked up at him again, her smile grew just a bit, just enough to show that she really didn’t mean any harm towards him. “Exactly,” she responded, a small lilt in her voice as the chuckle remained in her throat. “But like I said, I’m not here to hurt you. I just wanna talk… about those pictures you took, and what you saw today.”

Her eyes were bright only with solemnity and patience; there was not even a hint of a threat as she went on, “I’m sure you know what I’m gonna ask… right?”

running.

pies-and-lies:

"oh. well happy wolfiversary," Dean snickered, munching on yet another breadstick before grinning at the waitress as she arrived with their first round of food. 

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"awesome," he exclaimed, reaching over to grab the chicken wings. he ate in silence for a few moments before meeting her eye again.

"how’d it happen?"

She chuckled at the term “wolfiversary”, and she would have belted out in laughter, had the waitress not come around with their wings. She shared a similar grin as her meal companion, and after enthusiastically thanking the wonderful woman, she joined Dean in chowing down on the meal before them.

She glanced up as she was lapping sauce from her claws, having cleaned up three wings already, when he asked further about her change as a wolf, and she gave the subject a bit of thought before shrugging and starting lightly, “Well… I was kinda down on my luck when they found me. No need for details, but, let’s just say I really needed some company. So they take me in, before I knew what they were, and it was really great for a while. And then they told me, and… well, they offered me the bite. Said it’d be a new start for me, a way to get stronger mentally, emotionally, not just physically. It was a rope I hadn’t been given in a long time… so, ‘course, I took it. It was… sort of a way out for me. Y’know?” She shrugged again, bright eyes momentarily distant before she finally smiled, as if remembering fond memories. “After that, the bite and all, had to be locked down for a while, naturally. It’s kind of like a growth spurt after you get changed; really high energy and aggression levels. Had to be kept away for nearly two weeks before I was finally out of my feral stage. And then, y’know, the rest is history~ Here I am today~”

(Source: pies-and-lies-archive)

When he saw her, Tolaas ran up to her and threw his arms around her, pulling her into a needy kiss. He pulled away, cupping her face in his hands. "Jesus, baby," he kissed her again, then again. "Where the hell'd ya disappear ta?" he asked, pulling her against him and burying his face in her neck.
thevampirecowboy

thevampirecowboy:

wonderwolf-ellie:

wonderwolf-ellie:

She certainly wasn’t expecting such an enthusiastic greeting, after coming back into town. But she definitely wasn’t complaining, not as Tolaas kissed her and held her with actual need, and she was more than willing to return the favor, wrapping her arms tight around him as she nuzzled into his dark hair, breathing him in with a smile as the familiar scent filled her lungs. “Hey, baby,” she greeted with a light chuckle, soothing his erratic concern with a gentle hand along his back and shoulders. “I’m sorry, I got caught up with some stuff at home. And the blood moon, y’know… affected me pretty bad.” She pulled back only enough so that she could gently take his face into her clawed hands, meeting his dark eyes with her bright ones as she smiled warmly, sincerely. “I had no idea you’d miss me this much… I didn’t mean to leave you hangin’, baby, I swear.”

 

She all but melted into that gentle kiss, fingertips slowly threading through his hair before they parted to speak, to embrace and hold each other like they hadn’t been able to do in what felt like an eternity. “I’m glad you’re okay, too,” she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder as she squeezed with a comfortable sigh, though she added with a soft, light chuckle, “Not that I thought you couldn’t survive without me.” She lifted her head to press a smiling kiss to his temple, nuzzling there in almost beastly affection. “Come on, now, cheer up. I’m here again and that’s all that matters… let’s make the best of it, okay?”

"Ellie, baby, believe me… sein’ you?  Definitely cheers me up."  He kissed her again, deeper this time, then picked her up and twirled her around, grinning.  "How ‘bout we go back ta my penthouse, cuddle up on the couch, order in," he smirked, nuzzling her, "maybe get a bit naughty…"

She laughed sweetly as she was spun around, like they were high school sweethearts or something, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as she rested her forehead against his. “I think that sounds awesome,” she agreed, and with a similar smirk and a brush against his lips, she added, “Especially the naughty bit… it’s definitely been too long since we were close…”

When he saw her, Tolaas ran up to her and threw his arms around her, pulling her into a needy kiss. He pulled away, cupping her face in his hands. "Jesus, baby," he kissed her again, then again. "Where the hell'd ya disappear ta?" he asked, pulling her against him and burying his face in her neck.
thevampirecowboy

thevampirecowboy:

wonderwolf-ellie:

She certainly wasn’t expecting such an enthusiastic greeting, after coming back into town. But she definitely wasn’t complaining, not as Tolaas kissed her and held her with actual need, and she was more than willing to return the favor, wrapping her arms tight around him as she nuzzled into his dark hair, breathing him in with a smile as the familiar scent filled her lungs. “Hey, baby,” she greeted with a light chuckle, soothing his erratic concern with a gentle hand along his back and shoulders. “I’m sorry, I got caught up with some stuff at home. And the blood moon, y’know… affected me pretty bad.” She pulled back only enough so that she could gently take his face into her clawed hands, meeting his dark eyes with her bright ones as she smiled warmly, sincerely. “I had no idea you’d miss me this much… I didn’t mean to leave you hangin’, baby, I swear.”

"I’m not mad," he said, "just so’s ya know."  He kissed her again, soft and slow this time.  "I know ya can handle yerself.  But I did get worries after I didn’t hear from ya fer so long."  One hand went through her hair as his eyes continued to trail over her face.  

"The gods know I’ve disappeared a time er two," he gave a soft sigh, pulling her against him again in a tight hug.  "I’m just glad yer alright, baby."

She all but melted into that gentle kiss, fingertips slowly threading through his hair before they parted to speak, to embrace and hold each other like they hadn’t been able to do in what felt like an eternity. “I’m glad you’re okay, too,” she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder as she squeezed with a comfortable sigh, though she added with a soft, light chuckle, “Not that I thought you couldn’t survive without me.” She lifted her head to press a smiling kiss to his temple, nuzzling there in almost beastly affection. “Come on, now, cheer up. I’m here again and that’s all that matters… let’s make the best of it, okay?”

charlypezza:

gyubu:

the-villain-is-the-catalyst:

20julz13:

IT JUST WANTS TO WEAR THE HAT

“NO SON OF MINE IS GONNA WEAR PEOPLE HATS”

cant stop laughing

Poor lil kitty