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[bb_wolf]

Who: Bigby and anyone silly enough to be out in the mountains
Broadcast: No
Action: In the deep, wild parts of the planets where there is the promise of giant, fierce animals.
When: Any time after planetfall is made.

Normally, his skin doesn't chafe so much.

He knows it's because of the lack of options. There are places in the city he can shrug it off and be himself. He can always catch a cab and go out into the forests. He knows he can get out if he wants or needs to.

But here, he can't. The ship is literally not big enough for him, he would struggle to fit in the corridors, let alone his cell.

But this planet, this is like home. Not Fabletown, but the Homelands, his father's lands, where the winds cut to the bone and the snow is so thick that it reaches his belly as he walks through it.

He sets off on foot out of town, dressed in his usual slacks and shirt and tie with the concession of having rolled down his sleeves. It's cold, but it only has to last until he gets out of sight.

Because out of sight of the population, he strips and then he claws his way free, a nightmarishly huge form of black brown fur that quickly lopes off in search of prey. He's already communing with the wind spirits, trying to prove he's one of them, that they should help him.

You can try and catch him on his way out of town, before he shifts.

If you're game, you can find him out in the mountains. Maybe your hunt team makes the mistake of thinking that thing is prey.

((OOC: If you want to hunt Bigby, please message me to work it out, but he won't be aggressive to anything vaguely sentient. Anyone lost in the snow can be found by the giant mostly friendly wolf.

Action spam welcome, but I didn't want people trying to read a block of tiny text.

Spoiler pic for TWAU showing Bigby's wolf size and another one.))

Comments

[lostthebet]

[How much hunt could a Hunter hunt if a Hunter could hunt hunt? Better question still is how Cayde's able to contain his excitement, after both being cooped up in the Hall of Guardians in the Tower and now on the Bloodsport? It was great enough being able to stretch his legs out in the wilderness again, but upon hearing about the hunting opportunities he was immediately drawn to it like a very enthusiastic moth to the biggest flame on the block.]

[So expert hunting party, which he ditched at the earliest convenience, and then struck out on his own. It was so unbelievable freeing to have a run of the wilds again, and even more so when he found tracks in the snow - giant tracks.]

Well, what do we have here?

[bb_wolf]

[The tracks come and go. In fact, you could almost think that the animal has obscured many of the tracks by dragging something back and forth behind it as it walks, except when the drift was too deep to make it that simple.

In the distance, the wolf lifts his head and listens, asking the winds to bring him the scents. Familiar scents, nuanced like he just can't get with a human nose.

Then he goes back to ripping open the hide of the small animal he brought down. Small, barely the size of a moose.

It might be audible as he cracks the ribs with his teeth. He's not hiding.]

[lostthebet]

[Cayde follows the tracks as he can, perplexed by their come-and-go nature. He pauses to take a closer look at one of the more defined prints, wondering what made it, when he hears the snap on the wind.]

[He crouches low, letting his Bladedancer invisibility ability engage, and crept forward as quietly as he could.]

[bb_wolf]

[If he were a sight based hunter, it might make a difference.

He keeps eating, completely unconcerned, one ear listening for Cayde's passage and deciding when he's close enough to make speaking worthwhile.]

[lostthebet]

[See Cayde doesn't know that. He's guessing some combination of scent, sight, and sound, so he's doing his best to keep upwind and be quiet, as well as out of sight, but with these blustery winds and the crunch of the snow, he knows it's only a matter of time before he's found.]

[So, the moment he sights the creature - a massive bastard, at that - he crouches down in the snow and stills, watching it silently.]

[hitbyakar]

[ She manages to catch him as he's headed out of town.

She quirks an eyebrow looking at him -- aren't you cold, guy? But she doesn't comment. ]

Heading out?

[bb_wolf]

[He contains the sigh. He had been trying to get out fast and into something more comfortable than this.]

Was planning on it. Yeah.

[hitbyakar]

[ Normally, she'd leave it at that, give him a nod, and go on with her day, but -- he seems almost antsy, if she had to put a finger on it. Is there something dangerous out there? Something exciting?

Hmm. ]

Would you mind the company?

[ If he's paid any attention to how she's behaved on the ship so far and the way she treats her assistant, he'll know that her polite requests are merely a front for letting someone know what she's going to do, or something that's going to be done. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Antsy is definitely the word for it. He's virtually shifting on the spot to get moving, but then she wants to come with and really, who ever wants his company?]

Actually I was hoping to go and explore alone.

[hitbyakar]

[ Yeah, that's about the response she expected. ]

Oh? And why is that?

[dancingmd]

[Beverly's not one for hunting, but she has been spending much of her time here simply hiking. The cold mountain air is doing her a world of good, emotionally speaking, though her sinuses may later disagree with that assessment. Around midday, she reaches the summit of this particular mountain and sets herself up - well away from the edge - for a quick break before she heads back down. Just as she sets her pack down, however, she becomes aware... of something... something big, just out of the corner of her eye. Knees bent and hand on her communicator, she waits, ready to run if she needs to. Could it be one of those creatures the locals told her about? But they had reassured her they never came on the trails, living much further away from civilization...]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby had just been city watching, which he enjoyed at a distance to soften the smells of civilization and people, when someone came up. He had gone still, eyes half lidded to stop the glow being too obvious but he really isn't set up to hide in the trees here.

He barely opens his mouth to speak, trying not to give away that the giant monster is the thing talking.]

It's safe. You're not going to be attacked.

[dancingmd]

[That's... less reassuring than it might have been a few weeks ago, but she'll accept it for now and come out of her crouch, though her communicator stays well within reach.]

I'm sorry, I hope I'm not intruding on anything.

[bb_wolf]

[The shadowed form hunkers down more, as if to make itself smaller and less threatening.]

Not really. Was just watching the city.

[dancingmd]

[Making himself smaller helps, though her tone is still cautious.]

See anything interesting?

[flickerflash]

[Katie's not hunting at all. She's exploring. Nevertheless, given she's such a small child, the fact she's made it all the way out here is a little surprising.

Her dress is a bright splotch of red against a background of white, and she seems engaged in the serious business of... uh. Staring curiously in Bigby's general direction, actually.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby doesn't hide from her. He can smell the not Mundane all over her and it brings him closer, paws silent on the snow. He sits down and then settles lying down.

He could swallow her whole without difficulty. Not that he's going to.]

Yes?

[flickerflash]

[You are without doubt the most glamour-soaked wolf she's ever seen. Possibly the only one. It calls to her all the way out here, and she peers up at him, and doesn't look all that surprised when he speaks.]

...should I be wearing a red hood?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby laughs.

It's an honest to God laugh.]

Only if you want to be eaten all up, little one.

[flickerflash]

[She considers this with great seriousness for a moment, and then grins.]

No. I'd probably taste terrible anyway. All my bones would get stuck in your teeth.

Do you live out here?

[theshabbiestofmen]

[Once he'd acquired a coat and hat, Remus had set off for the wilds. Too on-edge after his own transformation, he flees to the flats, towards the mountain, enjoying the sharp bite of cold air and the lack of population. True, he doesn't stomp through the snow-- he steams a path for himself, his wand held steadily in his right hand. Despite the fact there's all kinds of animals out here, Remus doesn't seem a bit worried.

Perhaps Bigby will smell the wolf on him. It's only a few days after his transformation, after all, and Remus certainly feels the influence of Moony. His senses are a little sharper, his strength just a little better than it normally is. And some restless, aggressive part of him is soothed by the landscape around him. This is where they ought to have transformed, Moony insists, not some tiny room in a cramped metal ship, but there was nothing for it.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby more than smells the wolf. He can smell how unnatural that wolf is, and yet, so settled into the skin it has to occupy. He makes his way straight towards it, pausing at the top of a hill and giving a soft howl (for something his size).

It's a query, mostly. A little bit greeting. And entirely, thoroughly Alpha. Wherever Big bad is, is his territory. And he wants the other wolf to know it, even if he isn't aggressive.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Yes, all right.

[For the first time in his life, Remus wishes he could change. If he has more control of Moony here-- and it seems he does, though he supposes he'll see if it lasts to next month-- it might be nice to explore that. It would be doubly good to do so with someone who could take it-- a fellow wolf who could bite back when Moony got too aggressive, rather than poor Prongs.

Assuming this wolf is a member of the fleet. Surely it's a skinchanger; Remus has never seen a real wolf stare so directly, nor engage like that.

Cautiously, perfectly willing to play the beta, Remus comes forward.]

I suppose I shouldn't be surprised we've other . . . are you a werewolf as well, then? Or something else?

[bb_wolf]

[No real wolf has ever been as big as Big Bad is, a fact which becomes more and more apparent as he comes closer, dwarfing Remus. He could eat most of the werewolves of his world, with one hefty bite.]

Almost. I'm a wereman.

[Yes, he also speaks just fine. God only knows how.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

Merlin!

[He leaps back, yelping that oath rather pathetically-- but he's never encountered a wolf who could talk before.]

Bloody hell, you can-- are-- my god, are you entirely intelligent while transformed!