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Cry Wolf

Who: Big Bad Wolf + Anyone
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Isakaulit
When: Any time from now on.

[Bigby found out about the Iskaulit. Namely, that it is large and has big, open spaces.

Big enough for him. And so his clothes are hidden away safely and there's a giant wolf on the loose, exploring everything.

And not frolicking. He's hundreds upon hundreds of years old. He's definitely not frolicking or anything like it.]

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So your mother was a wolf as well, or simply a prolific woman? [Bigby's a fairy tale, isn't he? A wolf cub being born of a human woman is hardly the most outrageous thing Kurt's heard of happening in fable and myth.

He pauses, watching Bigby for a moment to make certain the wolf isn't intending to move. Then he hops down from the wall, landing in a fluid crouch on the floor. Tail swishing curiously behind him, Kurt takes a step before straightening to walk on two legs and wander around the massive room, keeping out of easy lunge range (he thinks.)]

A wolf. Winter Wolf. I don't remember a lot about her.

[He's not insulted at the suggestion he was birthed by a human. Weirder shit happens and he knows it.]

My father wore the shape of a wolf when he got her pregnant.

[Bigby stays where he is, shifting to lie on his side but nothing more threatening than any relaxing dog.]

[Which is good, because Kurt was actually not trying to be insulting with either suggestion. It occurs to him, belatedly, that the suggestion of promiscuity might have been. With a human face it would've before leaving his mouth, but Bigby moves and behaves so authentically canine that it takes a minute for the possibility of prolonged exposure to human culture to sink in.

He opens his mouth to offer a curt apology, and is completely sidelined by the implied admission. The one about his mother, not the form his father took. That part notably doesn't phase him.] Even so, I'm sorry for your loss.

[Half-turning, the corners of his mouth twitch up at seeing the massive wolf stretched out on his side.] Are you going to roll onto your back if I continue keeping my distance?

[He gives just a tiny incline of the head, acknowledging the compassion given, even if he doesn't reply with words.

Then, Bigby's ears prick forward with amusement and he makes a noise which, after a moment, might be apparent as a wolf chuckling.]

If I'm showing my belly, you're being lured in.

You're saying I'm not already? For the big bad wolf, you're going to a lot of effort to look harmless.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

[ He gives a lazy yawn. ]

Didn't think you'd give a straight answer. At least you aren't a cat; they don't seem the type to speak outside of riddles.

[He pauses, then adds:] If you think I'm coming any closer either way, then I've clearly misrepresented my intelligence.

I've known some very clever cats, but they don't really think like other beings.

I didn't ask you to come any closer.

They wouldn't be cats if they did.

I know you didn't. I also know you could clear this space in a second, but that's more time than I'd have if I were in your reach.

Mm.

[ That's probably an agreement that he could in fact do that. ]

I don't eat sentient things anymore. I told you that.

Wasn't what I meant, actually. You clearly have more pent up energy than I do, and I don't fancy the prospect of an impromptu game of chase.

Less pent up energy... Being able to be me is still novel. No lynch mobs, no fires, no being screamed at by Crane and Snow that I'm breaking the most basic and fundamental rule of being in Exile...

Human beings do like forming their mobs, don't they? [He mutters something in German about overly religious idiots, tail lashing behind him angrily. There's a bit of fear under there, but not nearly so fresh or startling to Kurt as his reaction before. This fear is an old companion that saw him through adolescence and into adulthood.

Shaking his head, Kurt picks up the rest of the conversation.] Exile from where? You didn't come here from your home?

Oh yes. They were much worse back in the sixteen and seventeen hundreds.

[ He notes the fear but it doesn't surprise him. Not with how the boy looks. ]

No. I was forced out of the Homelands some... six hundred years ago? We all come from there. I was among the last to leave. Not the last. But I did not leave until very late into the invasion.

What the hell kind of thing managed to force you--all of you--out of your home?

[Good save, but it doesn't entirely cover the shock that anything under creation could drive out what Bigby claims to be. A sinking feeling in his gut says it was humanity.]

You mean what horror could force the most primal nightmare out of his home.

[ He could see that on the boy's face. He blinked lazily, tucking his chin onto his paws. ]

The Adversary. I don't know what it is. No one does. But its armies never end. I spent centuries hunting them, killing them, laying waste to camp and army and caravan and there would always be more. They were so frightened of the wolf that they refused to enter the forests, but when started to demolish the forests itself...

I have limits. I can destroy an army. Not an ocean.

[Kurt glances down, thoughtful. An ocean sounds exactly like the creatures that had come spilling through the dimensional gap that he--that Dark Beast and he--had accidentally torn in the fabric of reality. An ocean of monsters, devouring everything just as they'd been made to.

His tail twitches behind him, a half-hearted attempt to dismiss his own guilt. It doesn't work.] My world was overtaken by something very similar. Pity I can't think of a way to shunt your intruding army into my world. Our problems might take care of each other.

[ Bigby actually laughs at that idea. Watching two forces tearing each other to pieces appeals to the nightmare part of him, then the thought of leaping among them, tearing them apart and feeling their fear and horror.

He shakes a little. He might need to get back into his other skin before he starts forgetting certain rules. ]

I think I should consider shifting back. Are you going to be strange about naked human shape?

[Kurt blinks, then forgets himself enough for the smile that had been threatening starts to break through; brilliant, with a hint of fondness that isn't for Bigby.]

That's how you've been hiding yourself, you're a shapeshifter.

How else do you think you hide something this size in the mundane world, let alone on a space ship?

[ Since nothing was said objecting to it, he stands himself up, shakes out a last time and then hunches in, pushing himself back inside, focusing on that feeling of being human, small, agile, less furry.

Until he's crouched down, head bowed and eyes closed, breathing slowly as he lets the feeling settle through him. He looks up after a moment and then stands.

He's hirsute, yes, but he's not a large man, just a very average height and a slightly stocky build. ]

Black Forest still exists, doesn't it?

[Kurt doesn't mind. He doesn't look away, either, watching the wolf shrink down into something more human. It's utterly fascinating to see the differences and similarities to his own mother. There's also a small part of him that hurts to see him forced to be less.

Then Bigby straightens up, and the resemblance to Creed is only strengthened.] Hm. Where did you leave your clothes, I can get them for you.

Black Forest cannot hide and feed me.

[ He's a lot darker than Creed, brown hair, black brown body hair all over and much smaller. Though, he'd still stand a food head above Logan.

He stretches up, completely comfortable with being naked while reaching over his head and then pushing his hair back from his face. ]

Behind the strut there, thanks. Got my smokes too.

[ He also has a lack of scars except for one. A thin, silver line on his flank. ]

Difficult to picture it being too small for a creature. I was still young when I was forced to leave, the forest is still enormous in my mind.

[Kurt walks toward the strut mentioned, tail swaying idly. Now that he's on the ground Kurt keeps to two legs instead of crouching or skittering on all four limbs as he had earlier.

He's kind enough to walk back over after gathering Bigby's clothes instead of teleporting with them, straight up to the wolf in human skin as though he'd not just outright said he wasn't fool enough to be lured in. His heart hasn't stopped beating excitedly, but none of it shows on his face as he hands over the pile of clothes. Kurt's keeping the pack until Bigby's done dressing.]

[ The forest was not what either of them remembered. But Bigby needed a lot of food at that size, this was simply more convenient.

He starts pulling clothes on with practiced ease, tie going on last and then taking back his smokes and tapping one out. He then offers to Kurt. ]

[He considers, for a second, politely refusing the cigarette; Kurt doesn't smoke, after all. But neither does he fancy being cursed for pissing off a fairy tale creature, and he can always pass the cigarette on to Kitty.

So he accepts it with a muttered thanks, and slips the cigarette carefully into one of his pockets. For a moment Kurt's silent, and the inevitable question comes spoken softly.] Are you always the same when you change forms? In appearance, I mean.

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