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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.))

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[hitbyakar]

[ There we go. To her credit, she doesn't flinch or even seem to react to the anger. She'll just follow along silently as he stomps, adjusting her scarf to better wrap around her neck. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby starts walking. He moves with comfort through the snow, despite the fact he's clearly starting to feel the cold. He pushes on, not saying anything, heading well out from MOST prying eyes.

And when he's far enough out, he stops and slips off his shoes and socks, undoing his tie and then starting to take off his shirt.]

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[hitbyakar]

[ ... ]

[hitbyakar]

... I believe you may have the wrong impression.

[ WHY ARE YOU STRIPPING?????? ]

[bb_wolf]

You were the one who insisted on following me out here. You were the one who doesn't believe no means no.

[He pulls off his shirt. He's unscarred, heavily muscled and fairly damn hairy but not Wolverine levels.

The pants are coming off next.]

[hitbyakar]

[ She says nothing, but takes a step back. She doesn't look away -- she was married once, after all, a man's body isn't exactly news to her -- but she is now visibly on guard. She grips the end of her scarf, ready to attack if he approaches her. She's fairly confident that she could take him, if he still thinks it's smart to try and approach her. ]

[bb_wolf]

[There is nothing in his manner that suggests attack, threat or even interest in her. He's stripping in a matter of fact way, until he's stark naked and then he bundles his clothes up into a neat, practiced parcel and hangs them on a branch by the tie.]

You'll want to give me more room.

[His voice is a growl, his body starting to bulk up and thick fur like hair spreading over his arms, chest, down his stomach, across his cheeks. His eyes are starting to glow a deep golden yellow.]

[hitbyakar]

[ She notices that he's not approaching after all, and is briefly confused, before --

Ah. He's not human. All right then.

She backs up a bit more per his request, though she's not entirely convinced that once he's done he won't be some kind of people-eating and/or attacking monster, so she doesn't go anywhere in case he needs to be taken out. ]

[bb_wolf]

[Oh, Lisa Lisa, if you only knew...

He drops forward onto all fours, stretching and shaking himself out. And out. And out. Casting off the restrictions of thin skin and fixed ears and breakable nails. It takes seconds, to feels like a lifetime of stretching and he finally shakes out his thick pelt, from his nose to his tail and he stretches for real, front paws out and pressing his chest to the snow and yawning wide.]

You did insist.

[hitbyakar]

[ She did. And she doesn't regret it, it's good to know the people you're living with. She watches him silently for a moment. ]

Is this how you were born? Your true self?

[bb_wolf]

Yes.

[Obviously, not so big at birth. But basically.]

I was the youngest of a litter of seven. Being able to become human is a relatively recent development in my life. Only the last... four centuries.

[hitbyakar]

[ ... Ah. That explains him knowing about the time she was alive. He'd been alive much, much longer. Hmm.

She chooses her next words carefully. ]

Did you choose to become human, too?

[bb_wolf]

Yes.

[Mostly. Yes.]

I was offered the shifting, as part of payment of debts. Life debts. So I could come and live with my community in New Amsterdam.

If you're going to be here, you could be helpful, you know.

[He flops down onto his stomach completely, putting his head at something like her head height.]

[hitbyakar]

[ She's about to respond to what he's told her, but the last bit throws her for a loop. ]

Pardon me?

[ She's not sure what he's implying, here, but ... ]

[bb_wolf]

[One of his ears goes forwards.]

Right ear, down at the base.

Please.

[hitbyakar]

[ ... Wait. What.

She looks at him like he's crazy for a moment, before deciding maybe she should explain why she's ... not going to do that. ]

Every creature I've ever met that has posed as a human has been out to kill.

[ And so: ]

What makes you any different?

[bb_wolf]

[He looks at her again, ear twitching with annoyance as she doesn't do what he's asked nicely for her to do.]

If I wanted to kill you, I would've. I don't prey on humans. The only killing I've done in the last two hundred years has been other not mundane creatures who needed stopping.

How many people do people kill?

[hitbyakar]

...

[ No, she thinks. I would have killed you first.

But it's a good answer, and he doesn't have much reason to lie about it, really. So that's ... that's good. She'd rather not have to live with a monster.

Still, years of thinking a certain way don't vanish in a moment, and also she really needs a cigarette right now. So instead of answering his question, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter to have a smoke ]

[bb_wolf]

[Mm. Dammit. Now he wants a smoke. But his mouth is far too big to manage a small cigarette. It's not like Colin, who is at least little.]

I would've been fine with not revealing this.

[She insisted.]

[hitbyakar]

[ She exhales a puff of smoke before answering. ]

I prefer to know the people I've been assigned to live with.

[ She doesn't regret insisting on coming with him, or finding out what he is. She just can't find it in her to act like this is normal or fine. ]

[bb_wolf]

You have much experience with weremen?

[hitbyakar]

No.

[ She pauses. She's not exactly the type to chat much about herself or her life, but she guesses explaining this much won't hurt. ]

Vampires, mostly.

[bb_wolf]

I ate a vampire once.

[His nose wrinkles, one obscenely long and sharp fang showing as a sign of contempt.]

Tasted awful. Didn't make that mistake again.

[hitbyakar]

[ ... She grimaces a little. Ew. ]

I'll take your word for it.

[bb_wolf]

Taste very ashy and dry.

[He lifts his head to look at her.]

I'm not getting that ear rub, am I?