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driftfleet2015-12-14 09:10 am
bb_wolf) wrote in driftfleet2015-12-14 09:10 am
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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.))
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[A beat. He glances down at his shoes. This would be far more difficult if Bigby was in his human form, but even like this, Remus hesitates. No matter how many questions he's fired off, they still don't know each other-- but who else would understand?]
Perhaps you can . . . I don't know . . . help with that. I can't-- he always wants to hunt humans. It isn't hunger, he's eaten rabbits before, it's nothing to do with that-- he just-- he always wants to go after humans, and I don't know if there's a way to stop it.
It's why I lock myself up.
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[He thinks it might also be the nature of the curse. All cursed werewolves seem to want to hunt and eat human, but usually only half a partially successful kill rate, meaning more survivors to become more werewolves to spread the curse.
Lots of curses want to spread. And lots of wolves want packs. Lot of instinctive reasons to do it.]
Don't know if there's a way to stop him wanting to hunt them. I still feel it sometimes, but I'm aware. Like a person. I can reason. He can't. I can stop him hunting them by being there.
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[A beat. He wrinkles his nose and adds:]
You make it sound so simple. As if it's not-- I mean, my god, they're humans, they're-- it's not like hunting a rabbit.
[It's transparent, the way he's asking for assurance-- from who? The wolf who just told him he'd eaten everything and everyone in his path? But he doesn't take it back.]
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[He also tried to eat three talking pigs.]
Look, he's not going to change in a hurry. And you're not doing anything that dissuades him. He doesn't understand why you lock him up. He doesn't know why you keep him in a little cell and that you don't want to hunt and eat people.
Far as he's concerned, it's prey. And it's big enough to satisfy his hunger and it's plentiful enough to be easy to catch.