Bigby Wolf (
bb_wolf) wrote in
driftfleet2015-12-14 09:10 am
Entry tags:
(no subject)
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.))
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.))

no subject
She chooses her next words carefully. ]
Did you choose to become human, too?
no subject
[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.]
no subject
Pardon me?
[ She's not sure what he's implying, here, but ... ]
no subject
Right ear, down at the base.
Please.
no subject
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?
no subject
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?
no subject
[ 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 ]
no subject
I would've been fine with not revealing this.
[She insisted.]
no subject
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. ]
no subject
no subject
[ 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.
no subject
[His nose wrinkles, one obscenely long and sharp fang showing as a sign of contempt.]
Tasted awful. Didn't make that mistake again.
no subject
I'll take your word for it.
no subject
[He lifts his head to look at her.]
I'm not getting that ear rub, am I?
no subject
[ She'll blow some smoke at his face, though. ]
I am so sorry, I never got a notif
Fine. I suppose I can live with that.
ALL GOOD <3
Are they common in your world? Vampires.
no subject
No. Not in the Homelands. Not at all in our new home.