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

[bb_wolf]

Yes.

You can't live in human cities and communities as a nine foot at the shoulder wolf. Especially not in a mundy world.

[preformthisneigh]

...Huh. I guess you're right.

I mean. They always look at me weird. They're not used to anything talking what isn't a human.

[bb_wolf]

Basically. And not only am I not human and talking, but I'm bigger than any wolf any of them have ever seen.

[preformthisneigh]

So...they don't have giant wolves where they come from?

Huh.

[bb_wolf]

Not the Mundy world.

Mind you, I'm the biggest wolf I've ever seen.

[preformthisneigh]

We got a lot of wolves your size where I'm from. They're called timberwolves. They're made of wood and are pretty much immortal unless you've got a lot of fire.

[bb_wolf]

Really? Holy fuck, I've never seen anything like my size.

[He tactfully doesn't add that he's basically immortal and not too fond of fire either. Most living things aren't find of being on fire.]

[preformthisneigh]

[That is of course, very true. ]

Yeaaaah. We try to avoid them considering they uh eat us so.

[It's hard when you're a bunch of sentient prey animals. Seems the food chain still exists.]

[bb_wolf]

Good reason to avoid them.

[It's why most people avoid him, and he hasn't anyone sentient in centuries. Long memories in the Fables.]

Are they, you know, intelligent?

[preformthisneigh]

I...don't think so?

I mean, they're clever, but they don't talk.

...Or maybe they just speak in a language we don't understand. Nopony's really stopped to talk to them.

[bb_wolf]

[It sounds to Bigby like they don't understand the language.]

Well, I'm not going to eat you. I don't eat anything that can have a conversation with me.

[preformthisneigh]

Well, that's good. I always approve of not being eaten.

[bb_wolf]

I find most sentient things feel that way.

[preformthisneigh]

Most sane ones, anyhoo.

[bb_wolf]

Yeah. Most sane ones. Some of the crazies though...

[preformthisneigh]

I guess so. Survival is kind of a universal thing, when you think about it.

[bb_wolf]

You'd think so. You'd be surprised.

[preformthisneigh]

Huh. Maybe I would.