Video with Bloodsport Action

[bb_wolf]

Who: Bigby and any poor soul around
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: Bloodsport
When: As the Fleet leaves the last planet.


[Some special souls decide they don't give a fuck about staying with the Fleet.

While it might be the only way home, to Big, it has always been just a pain. He would rather stay on world and work on getting home form there than get back on that ship with no space and mechanical smells.

So when the ships leave, he doesn't. He stays on world, loping through the forests, chasing and hunting and glutted like he hasn't been in centuries.

Which is all well and good until the Fleet passes a threshold he didn't even know about, and he feels a frozen chill in his bones and then there's a giant wolf jammed into the Bloodsport's bridge, banging his head, then tripping over consoles.]

Goddamn mother fucker!

[A giant wolf with Bigby's voice and a potty mouth.

He starts trying to untangle himself enough that he can shape shift back.

And at least his clothes, neatly bundled and piled up, are on the floor somewhere under his giant feet.]

Comments

[lostthebet]

[Cayde's not intimidated in the slightest, even taking a couple steps closer.]

Didn't work out so hot, huh?

[bb_wolf]

[There's no actual threat. He's just angry in general, rather than homicidal.]

No it fucking didn't, want to point out any more obvious things while you're at it?

[lostthebet]

[Oh, god, no, don't encourage him.]

Okay, uh ... you're still kinda big for this ship, you're hairy, you smell bad ...

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby growled again.

Two of those things were true but dammit, he bathed more regularly than most people. Sensitive nose.]

Shut. Up. Cayde.

Unless you want me to go back to occupying the entire fucking bridge.

[lostthebet]

You really want to put yourself through that again?

[Calling your bluff, Wolf, but he does back down from the insults.] You'd probably be more comfortable in the hanger bay.

[bb_wolf]

[It wasn't a threat to shift to spite him. The angrier he is, the harder it is to keep on focusing on small and harmless and human.

His breathing is ragged for a moment longer and he forces himself back to almost entirely human, but for a few tells. Glowing eyes, furred chest and arms and cheeks. Flattened nose.

Those still wickedly sharp claws and fangs jutting from his mouth.]

[lostthebet]

[Cayde's still struggling to understand the concept. He's used to facing strange and fearsome things, but never with this level of interchangeability. He hllds his chin as he watches Bigby, thinking.]

We gotta get you a bigger play-space.

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby snorts, his familiar sound of not actually amusement.]

Why did you think I was out in the snow?

[And he gets there, forces himself down to being Bigby and goes to get his clothes. He has exactly no shame about being naked.]

[lostthebet]

Yeah, but you can't stay out there is the thing.

[Hey, you got it? Flaunt it. Cayde's got no issue with nudity.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is a compact, heavily muscled guy with a perfectly normal layer of fat softening the hard planes. And yeah, he's a hairy guy. He pulls on pants first, out of consideration.]

So I fucking discovered.