[muffled spooky scary skeletons playing in the distance]

[geonomy]

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

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[bb_wolf]

[Bigby takes a small breath and gives Monty just a tiny sample of what his huff and puff actually is. A strong wind, enough to stagger a man on his feet, surprisingly chilly and lightly scent with pine and mint (he likes clean teeth, okay?).]

You'd know if I were huffing and puffing. Renart likes you, so I'm keeping an open mind. Just remember. I have big eyes for watching and very. Big. Teeth.

[poisoninmypocket]

[And stagger Monty does under the force of it. He's suddenly regretting his particular choice of phrasing. The reference to big teeth does enough to cow him, as well. Monty swallows as he finds his footing properly again and just stares at Bigby while he circles for a second or two.]

Humans... [He swallows again.] Humans are the storytellers, we write Fables and Fairy Tales. I-I'm not afraid of you. [Monty is terrified. So... maybe he's technically telling the truth there.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby laughs.

It's a genuine burst of laughter, but he's not laughing at the audacity.]

Oh, little man, I'm not a Fairytale like Renart. I'm a Fable. I'm an Archetype. I'm the Big, Bad Wolf of every and any story ever told in any world. I am born of magic and wind and ice and I fear nothing in any world because I. Am. Fear.

[He stalks closer on those last words, ducking his head down low to look Monty in the eye.]

Run.

[poisoninmypocket]

[Monty tries to hold strong. He's a grown man. Fairytale or Fable, it all amounts to the same. Just stories. Stories he knew as a boy, that captivated his imagination and gave him a place to escape to away from the hunger and poverty he grew up with.

But when Bigby stalks close, looks him in the eye, and tells him to run, Monty's transported back to being a child, one who feared so very many things.

Especially the wolf at the door.

To his everlasting relief, Monty doesn't actually give voice to the scream building in his chest, but he does turn tail and rabbit, long legs and lithe form carrying him through the forest. There's a logical and sensible part of his mind that says if Bigby wants to catch him, Bigby will catch him. But logic has taken a holiday in favor of terror.

He'll do as the Big Bad Wolf says and simply run deeper into the forest.]

[bb_wolf]

[Bigby has made his point.

He is the Big Bad Wolf, the monster the monsters fear. He is not to be trifled with, especially not by blustering mortals.

His point is made. He slides back into the shadows and leaves the human be.]