Cry Wolf

[bb_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.]

Comments

[ecclesiophobic]

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.]

[bb_wolf]

[ 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. ]

[ecclesiophobic]

[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.

[bb_wolf]

If you're not going to smoke it, don't take it, these things are hard to get out here.

[ He lights up his and takes a long, slow drag. ]

Yes. I've been cut with a knife that makes werewolves... or weremen, in my case.