run with wolves | open post.

[thelittleone]

Characters

Asil, The Moor
A very, very old wolf and a member of the Marrok's pack.

Jang Eun
Previously of Carmel Valley, sent to Aspen Creek by her former Alpha.

Jesse Hauptman
Daughter of the Alpha of the Columbia Basin Pack

Joshua Brennan
Burden-bound. A Sin-Eater paired with the ghost of a long-dead soldier.

PREMISE

All the stories are true. Years ago, the Fae came out because technology was making it harder and harder for them to hide, and it's been a couple of years since the werewolves did the same. The world is changing day by day. Humans and the paranormal live side by side, but it's not easy nor is it simple. While the Marrok has taken great lengths and care to preserve the werewolves' PR front, everyone - wolf, fae, vampire and other - know that it's only a matter of time before the humans start thinking that perhaps the other stories meant to warn of the dark are true.

This is an open post set in the universe of Patricia Briggs' Mercy Thompson series. The books are amazing and you should definitely check them out. More information via this Wiki link. The rules are simple: Drop a prompt, leave a tag, and let's play!

THREAD TRACKING

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[nosco]

[ Perhaps kneeling so close was overconfidence. Perhaps he is grateful that her hand withdrew before she started reading. Like the previous selections, the poem uses words to relay feelings in simple words and clear imagery that reveal instead of obscure.

He is still, but not unmoved, and he marshals his thoughts away from the unspoken question of: is that what you would like?

They have been skirting the edges of play, rather dangerously. It is both intoxicating and dizzying in the way a robust glass of wone might leave a body warm. It has not been so long that his thoughts have strayed from the intimacy of their earlier activities, of his honestly all of today (how is it not noon yet?).

When he rises - because his wolf is restless again - he deliberately presses a tender kiss to her cheek, his eyes fixed on hers the whole while. ]

Read me more. You choose this time.

[ He all but purrs the words at her, which is well enough. It appears he will need to... clear his garden a bit more. ]

[lastcall]

[The wolf is back in his eyes, and it pleases her to no end that she can have this effect on him. These are the days she feels rather like a chessboard. Her pawns are physical distraction, a front line that no one ever got past when she was human. The back row, mental and intellectual engagement, much like this dance they have with each other now. Eun supposes that makes her King, or Queen because she says so, emotional investment. That which is protected.

It's incredible what a difference it makes to play the game with someone who can begin to challenge her. She holds his gaze since he offers that direct stare, heart beating a little faster from the kiss to her cheek. The low purr of his words. She would have thought he'd agree, that just one more was enough. It appears that Asil is not interested in backing down just yet.]

More of the same? Or a new theme?

[It is possible that in the giddy joy of finding a match, she is enjoying the opportunity to be a little reckless.]

[nosco]

[ He is watching her still, pausing just a bit to bask in her scent. It warms him to know that she enjoys this, and while he might otherwise worry that his wolf would frighten her, that it does not is giving him much to think about.

Especially since the beast itself has become preoccupied with preening around her. ]

Choose some that my children might enjoy. I used to sing to them to encourage them to grow. And poetry, as we've previously discussed, is kin to music.

[lastcall]

[Eun begins flipping through pages again, brows knit together briefly with concentration. There are a great many she passes by with this new criteria. Her poems would lend themselves well to brief melodies, but the ones she might put to song are not the sort of which she'd say encourage growth.]

You say you used to sing to them. Do you not anymore?

[The question is given with a lift of her eyes back to his form, back to his face as he watches her as well. It is not a request, just in case he does not, but a question of genuine curiosity.]

[nosco]

[ He laughs then - a light and happy sound - because given that he'd been braced for the pull between them again, her question surprised him.

Softer though: ] Not for a while now. Most of them [ there's a brief pointed look at a bush of dark red roses spilling from one side ] have the good sense to acclimatize to their new home.

But I may take it up again for the roses Hussan shipped from overseas.

[ Because he knows too well that all because they look well today does not guarantee that they will be tomorrow. ]

[ He slides a look at her and croons the next words flirtatiously. ] Perhaps, I may sing later.