ss bloodsport mingle

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Who: ss bloodsport + visitors
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( mingle, mingle, mingle? )

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[bb_wolf]

Wolves don't grow as big as I am.

[He's not a wolf. He's a Fable wolf. If he wants to hibernate, he'll fucking hibernate.]

[pneumo]

Hmm... [ that he'll give him. But he's still going to sound amused. ]

If you slept through winter does that mean I can stay?

[bb_wolf]

If I was? Yeah, I guess so.

[pneumo]

[ Sascha leans his head against the other's snout. ]

Just like this?

[bb_wolf]

Mm. Maybe. Might shove you off my snout after a while. Don't think you'd be so good at hibernating.

[pneumo]

Not really... I can only sleep during the day. I'd wake up when it was night out.

[bb_wolf]

Yeah. Not good for hibernating.

[He gives a small yawn and another huff of pine and mint and north wind cold.]

I can sleep through a winter. Did it sometimes, when it was too cold to bother coming out.

[Avoiding his father.]

[pneumo]

[ Bigby.... ]

I froze once, does that count?

[ ...No, really. He was frozen for a couple of months in death-limbo when he misjudged some weather and had no place to sleep. ]

[bb_wolf]

No. Not in the slightest.

[pneumo]

I figured... [ He sighs again and nuzzles in a little closer, closing his eyes although he has no intention of trying to sleep again. ]

...Hey, Bigby?

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby is silent a moment, then hums a query.]

Mm?

[pneumo]

Do you think I'm...different? [ And not different as in stupid, or weird, or useless, or ridiculous. He means different. ]

[bb_wolf]

[One large eye opens to peer at the vampire' draped over his snout.]

Yes. You mind me more of a Fable than anything else.

[pneumo]

...A Fable? [ Like him? Bigby?? ]

[bb_wolf]

Yeah. You remind me of other Fables.

Why?

[pneumo]

No, it's....nothing. I mean. [ he huddles just a bit closer, the action perfectly easy to miss if one isn't paying attention. ]

I wasn't expecting that, I guess. [ To have someone relate him to their kind, for once. ]

[bb_wolf]

Sascha. What's bothering you?

Don't make me pick you up by the scruff of your neck and shake you.

[pneumo]

[ No please :c as much as he loves attention, he needs the skin on the back of his neck. Being shook though...that he could be alright with, if it was Bigby he supposes.

His shoulders hunch a little. ]

......

I'm old. Aren't I?

[bb_wolf]

...

[Someone's been telling Sascha things.

Or... maybe he's ready to remember.]

Yes. You are. I don't know if you're as old as me, but you are very old.

[pneumo]

[ Someone has been telling him things, and Sascha's been thinking a lot about it too. But having Bigby confirm it has him gripping the wolf's fur like someone trying to hide, head stubbornly ducked. ]

......How old are you Bigby?

[bb_wolf]

I'm not entirely sure...

At least a couple of thousand years, I think. Bufkin said I can't be younger than a thousand. Old Cole thinks I'm probably old as the Mundys' fear of me.

[pneumo]

[ Sascha swallows thickly. ]

Do you really think that I'm...? [ A thousand? That old? He doesn't even having memories going back that far, he couldn't possibly be that old. ]

[bb_wolf]

I have no idea, pup. You're older than you think, I know that. But if that's a hundred years or a thousand, I really don't know.

[One big paw gently knocks Sascha in the super soft fur near Bigby's jaw and ear, where it's warmest and softest.]

[pneumo]

[ It's a place he doesn't very often get to touch, let alone go--so Sascha's quick to bury his face in it despite his initial surprise as his heart thumps a pounds inside his chest like a caged animal. ]

I just want to be like everyone else....

[bb_wolf]

[The way Bigby is curled, it means Sascha's completely wrapped in wolf, snout one side, shoulder the other.]

You're not. You never will be. That's not good or bad. It just is.