Will Lowell || Werewolf of London (mariphasa) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-01-16 21:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | batgirl, werewolf of london |
Who: WolfieWill and Quinn
What: Finding the wolf in Seattle
Where: On the way from the University to Bathos
When: Saturday night
Warnings: Attempted Mugging. Tiny bit of blood.
Things had slowly been returning to normal after all the destruction of the Reavers and the cleanup it left behind. Cleanup that included attending a funeral that Will thought he'd never actually have to attend. It seemed wrong that such a thing had happened, and that people were simply getting on with their lives, but there wasn't much else to do. Time continued to march on, as evidenced by the moon beginning to grow fat again in the sky. He'd been extremely glad that everything hadn't overlapped with a full moon. He'd tried to imagine what might have happened, had he shifted while being held by the National Guard.
Nothing good, he suspected.
It was these sorts of thoughts he was thinking as he walked home from the University. He'd stayed late to finish running some processes on a new sample of himself, trying to track to see if the DNA itself shifted as the full moon approached. Even though it was dark and cold, long past the time most people went home, he hadn't thought to be concerned about walking.
The concern, however, hit when he was grabbed and pulled into an alley, handled roughly until he was shoved back against the wall of one of the buildings. Once he got himself turned around and focused, trying to push down the wolf's anger at being manhandled so rudely, he found himself face-to-face with a ski-masked mugger. One that had a knife pointed in his direction. The threat startled him so much that, with the growing influence of the moon, the wolf pushed its way forward and started the shift, ready to defend itself.
The shift was painful as always, the disturbing noises of flesh and bone remolding itself echoing in the alley as the mugger watched, stunned. It took less than a minute until the wolf stood there, head almost level with the man's chest when he held it high, growl pushing out from the back of his throat. The mugger's eyes were huge behind his mask, and he held himself frozen until the fear got the better of him and he tried to run for the mouth of the alley. The wolf was faster though, and caught his ankle between crushing jaws well before he escaped. The man screamed with the pain as the wolf dragged him toward the back of the alley again. The blood that started to seep into his mouth from the bite made his senses shiver, enjoying the hunt even though it had been too easy.
The mugger's leg bled steadily onto the pavement of the alley, leaving a slick smear when he tried to move. The wolf had started to grow tired of the man's screaming, and bent down, taking the man's throat in his teeth, preparing to tear it out. A vague sense of horror from the back of his own mind made him pause, and in that time the mugger soiled himself in fear and passed out. The wolf backed away reluctantly, the man's throat dotted by teeth marks and likely bruised, but still intact. The stench of human waste made the wolf sneeze in distaste and move away again.
The bag and clothing of the wolf's human were near the mouth of the alley still, and he knew that the bag at least was an important thing, to not leave it there. He had left behind things before when he had shifted to take control, but with the mugger in the back of the alley... The wolf nosed through the clothing, looking for anything that struck his mind as important, and coming up with a watch. He managed to nose the bag open, placing the watch inside with his mouth, and then picking the bag up by the strap to carry it to a safer place.
As he slipped out of the alley, leaving the still-alive mugger behind, he counted on the darkness to help hide his presence from anyone that might be watching.
Quinn was out in her usual fashion in the evening hours. Her wounds had been healing nice enough since the Reaver issue, enough that she could be out without too much pain. She didn’t really want to hang around Bathos as it was being repaired and she didn’t have many other places to go otherwise. She hadn’t spoken with Luke since their motorcycle ride and the funeral, leaving her with just the casual wondering of what was going on between them. Having a chance to focus on something else was what she’d rather have.
Right now, she was focused on the alleys and streets that she could see from her perch. What caught her attention was apparently a very large...dog? coming out of an alleyway. She turned on the video stream through the lenses of her mask and spoke to Oracle in her ear, “Do you see this?” As baffled as she was, she launched out her grappling gun and ignored the protests to not go any closer to it.
Swooping down, Quinn landed a few feet behind the giant dog. She tried to film a clear shot of how large this animal was as she slowly moved in.
The wolf was aware of the movement and the strange whine of the grappling line long before Quinn actually hit the pavement. Her scent accompanied her on the air, and the wolf lifted his head to catch it fully in his nostrils. It was familiar and somehow comforting, and even with the fading scent of hurt that went with it, he wanted to get closer to it.
He dropped the bag to the side as it turned, facing Quinn fully and cocking his head at her. The covering on her face did nothing to hide her identity. Even had her scent not been lingering in the back of his throat, the way she moved confirmed it. Though they remained separated by several feet, he could tell that his head would come to near level with her chest, and he wondered at how fierce of a hunter she could be while still being so small. But she was a hunter, just like the wolf was, and he kept still to see how she would react.
Quinn had braced herself, taut and ready like a bowstring about to snap back. She was wary and poised to defend herself if she had to, even if she wasn’t sure how. Up close, the dog was larger than she even expected. He almost was taller than she was and probably weighed two of her. The video kept streaming to Oracle’s computer while Quinn took a tentative step forward.
“Nice dog?” she said awkwardly and put her hands out in front of her. A sign that she wasn’t there to hurt him. Not that she was even sure he would be able to understand her at all, but it was the only try she could make before an attack plan could be formed. “Not hurting you...”
Quinn’s tentative move forward caused the wolf to take his own step back at first, but he watched her hand carefully, seeing nothing dangerous in it. He understood her words and opened his mouth to grin at her question, all teeth on display, but relaxed. He knew that there was still the chance that she could be dangerous, but he finally took a few steps forward to nose carefully at her gloved hand, wishing the material wasn’t in the way.
When she didn’t move to hurt him in any way, he whuffed softly, pleased, and moved forward even more to shove almost playfully at her chest.
The wolf didn’t seem interested in hurting her, which was a relief. Now to figure out why there was a giant wolf thing wandering the streets was the next part of the mystery. She made a soft ‘oof’ noise when he bumped his head against her chest. It was like having a very large dog want to be your friend apparently. She tentatively patted his muzzle and asked mostly to Oracle if she was still listening, “What do I do now?” She kept rubbing his muzzle and talked to him, “Where you come from?”
The wolf sat in front of her as she pet him, mouth still wide in a toothy grin and eyes half closed. There was a soft sense of embarrassment at the back of his mind from the human, but it wasn’t an emotion he understood, so he ignored it. At her questions, the embarrassment changed to worry, a strange need for her not to know where he lived - at least when he was human. He shook his head back and forth, like he was disagreeing, and reluctantly took a few steps back again to watch her.
Quinn tried not to look startled at the sudden change in mood from the wolf. “Okay, okay...” her voice took on a tone as if she could attempt to soothe the animal. She didn’t try to close the space again, rather she let the wolf back away. She wondered if she could somehow tag the wolf with her comm perhaps. She had a GPS on it and maybe they would be able to track it to where ever it had came from. “Things are...okay..”
The wolf started to feel more agitated and remembered that it wasn’t his days yet to come and go as he pleased, or to take over entirely. There was a limited time that he would be around, and he could feel it. He needed to get somewhere that the human could safely be when he changed back. After another minute of looking at Quinn, he tipped his head back and sounded a howl, one that would rally his pack, had he had one. It lingered in the air for a long few moments before he turned quickly, grabbed the bag once again, and ran off in the opposite direction.
The abrupt howl and fleeing sent Quinn running after the wolf. She ignored Oracle’s yelling to fall back yet and pressed on. The wolf, though, seemed to disappear down an alley before she could catch up with it. As soon as she lost visual, Quinn slowed her run to a halt. She aimed her grappling gun towards the fire escape at the top. Once she was on her way home, Quinn would have to let the people over the comms know to be on the look out for a very large wolf.