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Tweak says, "The rum is always gone..."

Henry McCoy (i_thebeast) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2012-02-15 20:34:00

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baba yaga, henry mccoy, stand still

The beast had staked a claim deep behind some buildings, a series of deep alleys that nobody was bothering. He'd been attracted to the woods initially, but there was too many people there. Too much open space. And things with lights and horns had kept following him, coming after him after he ran into people.

Back here there'd been a few people, even ones who'd brandished weapons and tried to establish themselves as threats. After he'd thrown the first one thirty feet into a brick wall the rest had fled, which was fine by him. So, alone at last, the big creature stumbled and then sank to the ground, sweatsoaked and panting. His throat hurt, his entire body hurt, but he was too exhausted to do more than curl slightly and lick at his wrist where one of the men had hit him with their bats.

This wasn't home and it wasn't safe, but he could find nothing better, and the lights and sounds were too much. He curled into a ball and hugged his knees, staring into the dank expanse ahead of him.

A smaller creature, a dog of some mixed breed, wandered into the alley shortly thereafter. It's occupant stared at the small thing, watching it closely. It looked good enough to eat, but hunting was the last thing on his mind right now. He ignored it until it came over to him and started sniffing carefully.

A roar and a swipe sent the mutt yelping and running, but the effort only sent more pain through the beast's mind and he didn't give chase, instead rolling over and growling slightly, waiting for his pain to pass. When it was gone he'd find a safer place, something to eat. Maybe he'd track the dog down again.

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i_cast
2012-02-16 05:03 am UTC (link)

There had been rumors about a feral man thing running around over rooftops and cars. People had been hurt and scared. The crone didn't know if she knew the feral man thing, but she was curious enough to go looking. With the City at a standstill, it was easier to locate certain bits of chaos and confusion. At least it was easier to find a feral man thing when one got through all the rest of the chaos and confusion. The City's children were going to have quite the difficult time of it.

She floated through the City more often than walking; not able to pull the City as she wanted, or nudge it to get her closer to where she wanted, she did have to travel in a more conventional, to her anyway, fashion. It took a little bit of time to actually get where she wanted, but soon she was standing at the entrance of an alleyway, waiting for something. The dog running out with a yelp was the sign.

The crone walked slowly down the alleyway, humming softly to herself. Now how would the poor boy react to the pretty thing that had haunted his dreams?

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i_thebeast
2012-02-16 05:19 am UTC (link)

The sound of approaching footsteps was not welcome, especially since the beast had only just sent the other creature running.

Still, this thing was moving towards him slowly, intentionally. Not threateningly though... not yet. He turned and tested the air, the sound a heavy noise. He didn't need to be quiet, nothing here was a threat to him. It was easier for him to be loud and obvious.

When the creature, a small female type from the smell, wandered too close he pushed himself up enough to look bigger and let out a warning growl. He wasn't going to attack without being provoked, but he didn't need a lot of encouraging either.

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i_cast
2012-02-16 06:32 am UTC (link)

The crone paused as she heard the growl. Something about this creature felt...familiar. She didn't bother hiding the smile. She just took a few steps closer before coming to a full stop, her hands open at her sides.

"My, you are a big one." Her voice was soft, almost soothing. "You've been causing problems, haven't you, you poor thing?"

She looked around before looking back at what seemed to be slightly man thing. her head tilted as she held out her hand to it.

"Look at me. I can't hurt you." It was a small lie. "I just want to see that you're okay." Not so much a lie. She smiled softly. "I want to help you."

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i_thebeast
2012-02-16 06:56 am UTC (link)

She was a very tiny little thing, but her movements didn't match its stature quite. There was a long hesitation, and catlike yellow eyes peered out of the darkness at her.

The low warning growl sharpened as the hand got closer, but then paused. Something about this woman was familiar. The scent, the movement. The way her voice sweetened. The beast stood up slowly and took a step towards her. His limbs screaming, but this was the first thing he'd encountered that wasn't threatening in this awful place. He peered at her, then grabbed her slender waist with two gigantic hands and lifted her up effortlessly, taking another step and putting her up in a ray of light that escaped from a nearby window.

He studdied her face for a long moment, then gently let her down, setting her on her feet and sniffing her neck to get her full scent. It was powerful, and definitely brought back something. A stirring in his chest, and lower. His hand uncurled into a more human shape and reached into the pocket of his nearly torn away sweatpants, pulling out a small bit of fabric from the pockets.

He brought it up and sniffed it. It had the same scent, though it held more pharamones then she was giving off at the moment, and was almost stale. He offered her the small garment and then took a step back, staring at her with the intensity of any jungle cat as he sat heavily again, a deep rumbling in his chest not quite a growl anymore, but not quite purring, either.

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i_cast
2012-02-16 07:19 am UTC (link)

The crone didn't cry out as he claimed her waist. She didn't say a word as he moved her about rather easily; she'd imagined he could have done much of this with some effort, but now it was just as simple as if he were lifting a book from a shelf. There was no fear in her eyes as she looked down at him. Yes, he was definitely familiar.

Her head tilted toward the furred cheek ever so slightly as he sniffed. Having a vampire for a partner, especially sexual, had made the area of her neck rather sensitive to such things as sniffing. Which meant those pheromones that excited him, possibly, were not too far off in the scenting.

"Oh." When he handed her the small bit of fabric, small especially in his hand, she knew exactly who he was. "Oh, my dear boy." She offered the piece of clothing that had once been hers back to him; she no longer needed it. While she offered the white with small print back, her other hand was out too as if to pet, or offering to pet.

"What have you done?" She grew bolder and stepped closer. "You're so very big."

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i_thebeast
2012-02-16 07:31 am UTC (link)

He watched her for a moment, then snatched the fabric back and moved back against her, curling up and groaning slightly. Even sitting he was at her waist with no effort. Curling up and shivering he leaned in and touched his cheek to her hand. The bit of human that his movements had taken had evaporated from his posture, and her words meant nothing to him. Only the scent of her, warm and enticing and comforting all at once. And the sound of her voice, which was almost like a song.

He started to purr, the tension in his frame relaxing a fraction, though it stopped and he suddenly went completely rigid at the sound of a small scuffle to the side. There was a bit of movement, almost unnoticeable, but every inch of the fur-covered form was ready to react before the culprit emerged. He relaxed as the mouse poked it's head out from behind a bit of rubbish, then scuttled away. No threat. No good to eat. Hank started to purr softly again and leaned against his friend's hand.

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i_cast
2012-02-16 07:42 am UTC (link)

The crone thanked whatever bit of her that didn't feel the need to jump; she'd been around many a beast, many a dangerous creature, yet even she realized that she was lucky she wasn't one to jump often if at all. She waited for him to settle, watching and listening. There was pain in the sounds he made; whatever the boy had done, he had caused himself a great deal of pain.

Once he was settled, she moved closer to wrap her arms about him loosely. Her hands softly petted over the blue and slightly matted fur. Blue was such an odd color. She wondered why the fur had gone blue, but she didn't try to reason it out.

"Poor thing." She'd gone still when his attitude changed, but as soon as he relaxed once more, so did she. She continued to pet at the poor boy. "You're hungry, mm? And tired, and scared?"

The crone didn't know if he could understand her, but she knew inside that this was a normal reaction to such a change in body. Some who became beasts lost themselves completely. It was interesting that he had taken to being a polar bear so easily, but then she hadn't been there when he first changed.

"And you can't be comfortable in those clothes." Her voice was as steady as the hand through his fur. She had to get him closer to a state of calm.

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i_thebeast
2012-02-16 07:53 am UTC (link)

He leaned against her a little more, eyes slipping closed. Her hands on him felt good. He didn't know why it felt better but he didn't question it.

She made a lot of different noises for something so small. He didn't mind though, he was too tired to mind. He'd been running nonstop all night and all he wanted to do was find a place to rest.

The purring calmed as his mind went blank, ears still alert and senses still keeping stock of the situation, but mind going on standby. No danger, no threat. Just very tiny, insignificant creatures and a larger, but still unthreatening small creature with a nice voice and a nicer smell.

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i_cast
2012-02-16 08:02 am UTC (link)

The crone placed a soft kiss to the top of the beastly Henry's head. She would never admit to the soft spot the poor boy; no, she was simply trying to keep him in a position that she could use him, or that was what she would say.

"Rest now." She continued to pet him as she looked around the alleyway for something sturdy enough to carry the much larger boy. Her fingers combed through the matted fur carefully so as not to hurt him or disrupt him. Finally she opted a pallet not far off. She was still tired from her recent spell working, but not so tired that she couldn't transport the beast and herself somewhere.

"Roll over, pretty boy." She lightly nudged him as the pallet landed near by. There was enough room for the both of them if he didn't mind her curling up against him. "Go on now." She nudged him again then moved slowly to climb onto the pallet. "Come on."

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i_thebeast
2012-02-16 08:17 am UTC (link)

He was roused again when she moved, but didn't notice the pallet's small trip. He was just too exhausted, and she was moving as well. He was much more focused on her and the idea of rest than anything else at this point.

When she nudged him he fellt forward slightly, getting to all fours and then blinked, confused by her pushing until he saw her get on the pallet. Yes, that was a much better place to sleep. Off the bad smelling, cold ground.

He followed her onto the small wooden platform, curling up like a cat and pulling her into his center without grabbing her. She wanted to be close, he wanted her close, it was an automatic reaction and it made him start to purr again. As soon as he was settled on the small platform he almost immediately dropped back off to sleep again.

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i_cast
2012-02-16 08:35 am UTC (link)

The way the beast boy moved worked well enough; the crone settled down against him, getting comfortable. With her eyes closed, she pushed herself a little further, lifting them both. She was more than happy he was asleep for this as they rose on the pallet; it creaked with the weight, but not so much that the crone worried that it wouldn't hold.

Once they were over the taller buildings, the pallet moved quicker, never upsetting its passengers. The crone had only hinted at her other abilities, and for now, she didn't concern herself with his reaction. They flew through the sky, taking longer than she would have like to get to the park, but eventually they were there.

The cabin shook a little, sensing its mistress near, but being the strangely jealous type, it didn't like that she had brought along something that smelled very much like an animal. A large animal. The cabin lifted itself and moved away once they touched down.

While the park wouldn't grow bigger, or change, a side-effect the crone had not expected, it was still large enough to allow for a small wooded area. Her cabin liked resting near the trees, and the boy could sleep under the canopy. Now the question was, would he sleep without her being near?

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i_thebeast
2012-02-16 08:45 am UTC (link)

He didn't move as the pallet shifted. In all honesty as long as he wasn't jostled he was all but dead to the world.

When the pallet landed he shifted ever so slightly, curling up and then letting out the softest of sighs, relaxing to the change of atmosphere and letting one clawed hand fall open to the earth beneath the wooden platform. If she moved without bumping any of his limbs he wouldn't notice. his body was all but moving into a mode of hibernation in order to heal.

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i_cast
2012-02-16 08:51 am UTC (link)

The small woman waited to see if the beast would move at all before she climbed free and headed toward the house. While he slept, the crone found a few blankets, all of them smelled like her with a little bit of age. She'd been the only one in that cabin for a very long time.

Some might see what she was doing as sweet, kind, but she wanted the beast to remember her. She wanted him to connect her smell with home and comfort, protection. He probably wouldn't always be so very feral, but she'd make sure that the boy would have more of tendency to trust her.

With the sleeping beast tucked in, she gave the fur on his cheek another pet. "Sleep well, Beast. You're going to need it." With that, she walked away, smiling. The boy had done it, and now she'd see just how much of a Beast he'd truly be.

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