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.]

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[nedstarksbastard]

[Jon is on the Iskaulit mostly because he's kind of sick of just hanging around the Three Twins, and he's looking to explore what he can as well. So far, he hasn't really seen much of the Iskaulit, but that's just because he's been on the ship for ten minutes and hasn't gotten started yet.

...is that a giant wolf?

Is it frolicking?]

Well, you're an unexpected sight. [Usually, when most people see giant wolves, their instinct is to run the fuck away in the other direction. Not Jon Snow, who still really misses his own direwolf, and who thus steps forward in the wolf's direction, to kneel down and meet its gaze.] Are you lost?

[bb_wolf]

[Oh no, Jon. You don't kneel down to this wolf.

It hears him and stops, looking sharply over as if embarrassed at being caught.

It starts coming closer and it's very apparent that giant means giant.]

Do I look fucking lost?

[Oh, yeah. It also talks.]

[nedstarksbastard]

[It. Can talk.

It's huge, sure, but Jon's seen enough shit that he barely flinches at the size. No, what he can't get past is the fact that it can talk.]

You can talk. [Way to state the obvious. He lets out a breath, runs his hand through his hair.] I thought you were lost, but it seems I thought wrong. [The huge wolf can talk. That's it. Jon's seen everything now.]

[bb_wolf]

[The wolf also raises an eyebrow at him, which just looks a bit odd, glowing eyes fixed on him.]

I can talk. I can also speak several languages and read and write fluently.

And eat you whole.

[This is more casual observation than threat.]

[nedstarksbastard]

[Yeah, this is definitely the most surreal conversation Jon's ever had, and he's talked with his dead brother here, so. He just eyes Bigby's snout with his usual wariness, and tucks his hands into his pockets.]

I don't doubt that. [What big teeth you have.] Thank you for the warning. I'll be sure to avoid you when you're hungry. [He's remarkably dry for someone who's just had their worldview flipped upside-down on them. Again.]

[bb_wolf]

[He hasn't panicked or run or screamed, so Big flops down onto his stomach, crossing his front paws neatly and stretching out his back legs.]

I avoid eating sentient beings. Unless I find them incredibly irritating.

[ecclesiophobic]

[That looks like frolicking to Kurt.

Actually, what it looks like is a fucking wolf, big enough to swallow him in one gulp, loose on the Iskaulit (he might be slightly exaggerating.) And him without swords, or guns, or even properly clawed nails to defend himself with, not that the latter would be much good. At least his ability to cling to the ceiling remains unimpeded.

He's not coming down, but he will skitter along the ceiling to follow the giant fucking predator in case he decides people look more appealing than exploring. If all else fails, Kurt assumes he can just teleport the wolf's head off.]

[bb_wolf]

[The wolf stops as soon the smell of brimstone reaches him.

He pauses, massive head swinging back and forth, eyes half closed and nose twitching. Once he's located the source of the scent (young adult, male, non-human), he starts trotting off, curious to see what he does.

And what he does is follow him. So eventually, he stops and without looking back...]

You following me for a reason?

[ecclesiophobic]

[Kurt had frozen once when Bigby was scenting for him, holding what breath was in his lungs until the wolf had started moving again. He freezes again when the wolf addresses him, pulling back into a crouch that deepens what shadow there is to hide in. Internally he curses not putting in the red lenses that cut the minute glow of his eyes, but he wasn't expecting a (apparently talking) massive wolf.]

Could be that I am. A great wolf is someone to be curious about, wouldn't you say?

[bb_wolf]

[Big's not even looking. He's tracking him by scent.]

Maybe. Most things back in my world see something like me and they don't follow it.

[ecclesiophobic]

Well I'd wager I'm not from your world, and I'm not typical of mutants in mine. [He's more physically mutated than most, and the ones that are tend to need special accommodations to interact with the world.

His tail swishes nearly silent through the air, nearly brushing his own spine.] Where in the hell have they been keeping you hidden?

[bb_wolf]

[The wolf gives a snort of amusement.]

No, we're not from the same world, or I'd know you.

On a ship.

[nedstarksbastard]

[Some small part of Jon is reminded, abruptly, of Ghost. He misses his direwolf, Ghost doesn't talk, doesn't even make a sound.

He keeps his hands tucked into his pockets.]

So what would someone have to do for you to find them irritating? [Since he'd rather not get eaten and all.]

[bb_wolf]

... asking if they're irritating me.

[You're being trolled, Jon. Though he punctuates it with a large yawn that shows off those long, sharp teeth and a stretch of the front paws that flexes his unwolf like claws.]

[ecclesiophobic]

What makes you so certain of that? Is your world so small that you know everyone?

[Kurt nearly does, and his throat spasms with the aborted chuckle. A talking wolf isn't so strange in light of everything else he's done and seen in his life; a funny one is. Quietly he starts to move, his hands and feet whispering along the ceiling as he creeps closer. For a certain value of creeps, as he doesn't try to hide his voice when he speaks.] And which ship is large enough to accommodate you?

[bb_wolf]

You'd be a Fable. And I know every Fable.

[He'd tasted the blood of every one and could track them across the globe if he had to.]

I have my own bunk room and everything. I even sort of fit in it. This ship is a lot fucking better.

[ecclesiophobic]

What makes you so certain of that? [Either one of those statements, because while Kurt's not entirely certain if by Fable he means something from a Grimm tale or a supposed god, he's not about to confess ignorance.

He won't confess to feeling sympathetic towards the (man? Not really, sounds male but man isn't a guarantee) wolf, though he does. Something like him should be running free, probably eating things like him, not cooped up in a metal ship with stale air.] Your ship has separate bunk rooms? Fancy of you.

[bb_wolf]

[Big's reply is a hard, filthy glare. He doesn't mind being wrong or questioned on most things, but not this.]

Because I do. Face, name, scent. I know my people.

[His ruff is starting to look thicker. Fluffier. If Darkholme knows anything of animals, it's a sign of annoyance.]

We paid for them. Through the nose. Your ship could do the same.

[ecclesiophobic]

[He's familiar enough with animals to know that he's starting to aggravate the massive wolf. Though it is legitimately tempting to see how far he can take it before provoking violence, he has just been reunited with someone long-dead from his world. Also because apparently the wolf knows exactly where he is.]

Could. That's up to them, I don't really care so long as I have a place to sleep that's not freezing. [Because despite being covered in fur, he's a baby about being cold. Possibly because said fur is about the length of a chihuahua's.] Did your shipmates do that purely for your benefit, or their own?

[bb_wolf]

We all put in for our own benefit. Single, larger bunk rooms to ourselves was good.

[He seats himself down, settles to lie down and then folds his paws one over the other.]

[ecclesiophobic]

You sound like you're reciting a party line. Personally, I'm much fonder of the rather large kitchen on mine.

[There's an implosion of brimstone and sulfur from where he was, and an explosion of same above a near doorway. In the middle of the latter stands his stalker in decent lighting, as though gravity means nothing to him.] You are as massive as you looked from there. Careful that someone doesn't mistake you for a fairy tale monster.

[bb_wolf]

[Anything Big is about to say gets lost.

Because he starts laughing.

Honest laughing. Whole frame shaking, tail perking, ears relaxed laughing.]

[ecclesiophobic]

[That was not the reaction Kurt had been expecting. He was prepared to dodge some kind of angry outburst, not be faced with a sudden wave of nostalgia. Victor Creed had laughed like that, whole-body with his mouth open to show every tooth.

Kurt raises an eyebrow, the spade of his tail twitching in the air.] Care to enlighten me as to what you find so amusing?

[bb_wolf]

[He settles with a couple of trailing sounds of amusement, much more wolf than human.]

I am the fairytale nightmare.

[ecclesiophobic]

The hell you are.

[His tone doesn't match the conviction of his words, pieces already starting to fall into place. He'd mentioned fables as though it were a race instead of a genre, and the wolf of the stories was, among other things, supposed to be the quintessential hunter. Something like that could theoretically know and remember the scents of all their people. Most importantly, Kurt's been to worlds where purported gods walked among men.]