Will Lowell || Werewolf of London (mariphasa) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-02-20 12:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | batgirl, werewolf of london |
Who: WolfyWill and Quinn
What: Finding the girl that’s freaking out
Where: Seattle’s alleys
When: Friday Night (full moon), after this
Warnings: None?
Quinn was running on adrenaline and working through the fires of rage that still burned inside her. She wasn’t in kevlar and a mask -- she couldn’t be Nyx right now. The article just referred to her as a “girl”. No one who needed a name, so she was back to being a Nobody. A Nobody that didn’t deserve to see the person who mutilated her flesh go to prison. So, a nobody she would be. The one that still fought with stitches in her knuckles and broke them in a man’s face.
She wasn’t surprised when the feelings didn’t seem to disappear as she pummeled her way through alleyways against the teeth and jaws of muggers. Quinn walked away from another scene, limping now at the feel of clear pain coming from her legs and hands. She sunk down to sit besides a garbage can, carefully pulling her scarf down from over her mouth and examined her hands in the dim light -- bruised, busted knuckles and reopened wounds greeted her. For the moment, she was quiet and carefully rest her head on her knees to wait for the pain to ebb away.
The Wolf was still on the streets after meeting the other wolf around the streets of Bathos, the moon still hovering around full, fat and powerful in the sky. He was keeping to the alleys and side streets, thinking of finding his tiny hunter, unaware of the news about Charlie. He was still on the opposite side of the city when he caught a familiar scent on the air, laced with blood yet again, and turned toward it. Alternating his nose to the ground and up in the air, a few streets over, around a handful of corners, and the scent became the strongest he’d smelled since losing Quinn at the paintball park.
He didn’t see her at first, but a few careful, slow steps brought him around the garbage can to find her. Her head was down, and he could read the hurt and exhaustion in the lines of her body. She hadn’t looked up yet, so he gave a soft whuff as he got even closer, almost close enough to touch.
Quinn tensed in anticipation as she heard the soft pads of footsteps. It wasn’t until she realized it sounded closer to what Runt sounded like than to an approaching human. She raised her head, blinking carefully and was surprised to come face to face with the wolf. Almost jerking back in shock, Quinn stilled and stared with big wary eyes. “You again?” It was tentative. She was wondering if she was at a disadvantage, but every time beforehand the wolf did not wish to do much of anything except be a giant friend in her lap.
The wolf sat in front of her, but even so, his head still was taller than hers, so he eased himself down so that his stomach lay against the ground. He didn’t make another move to get closer to her, just watching and trying to catalog how hurt she was. The human at the back of his mind was upset that she was even outside, much less fighting (because there was really no other explanation for the way her fists were battered). They both knew she should be inside, healing and safe, not hunting on the streets. The wolf’s ears laid back in displeasure, a low sound, not quite a growl, escaping from his throat.
There was almost a sad version of a smile that crossed her face as he looked at her. She held out her hands to the wolf, letting him nose them as he examined them. “It helps,” she explained. Some reason having somebody there who couldn’t really talk back or lecture was much easier to explain herself to than otherwise. “Pain always helped. You go. You fight it out. The anger supposed to go away.”
Reaching out with battered hands, she gently scratched his muzzle. They have replayed this scene before the last time she ran off with him. “Think more like wolf than person,” she remarked about herself, “Instincts are easy. Thinking....considering others...all that? Much harder.”
The growl still lingered in the wolf’s throat when he saw her hands closer, and his ears perked up to catch her quiet words. He moved to guard her side, warm and solid. He wanted to clean her up, but the human voice in the back of his mind knew that she needed actual medical supplies. Her words took a moment to filter though, but they made sense once they did. If she thought more like a wolf, that could explain why he was so drawn to her. Why he wanted her to be part of a pack. That wouldn’t be able to happen if she kept getting hurt though. He didn’t know how to make her understand that, so he simply rested his head against her knee, watching her.
Quinn gently stroked the fur on the top of the wolf’s head and gave him a tired smile. A real one this time as he rest his head against her leg. “Guard dog,” she chuckled a little as she rest her hands on his head and one on the nape of the wolf’s powerful neck. “I’m fine,” she tried to assure him again. He seemed to always run in to her when she was hurt. “Wounds heal.”
The wolf looked at Quinn, translating clearly how vaguely offended he was at being called a guard dog. The sound he made was disturbingly similar to a human’s offended snort. He in no way believed that she was fine, not when the scent of blood lingered around her, and she held herself as if she was still hurt. He gave her a glare, unimpressed with her bravado.
Quinn laughed a little at the look the wolf gave her. “Not believing?” she was still amused by it. “Not only one.” At that it seemed to fall from her face and she sighed. Quinn ran her hands over his fur and continued, “Got hurt bad.” There was a long pause, “Man did it. Then didn’t get punished. Got to walk away free. Not fair, is it?”
The wolf actually nodded at the first part of her confession, because it was something he already knew. The second part though, the man going free, caused the wolf to stand suddenly and back up a few steps, fur suddenly standing on end as he growled. It was the first he’d heard of the man going free.
Quinn looked startled as he growled, realizing once someone looked as angry as she felt inside. She looked determined to not have the wolf run off though and she pointed firmly at the ground, as she had been attempting with Runt. “Sit,” she commanded.
He growled at her order, baring his teeth but not moving to bite at all. He was not going to sit when the man that had hurt her was out free again, not having served any justice at all. He paced toward the opening of the alley a few steps before walking back again, prowling back and forth, anger in the tense lines of his body.
Quinn grabbed the rim of the garbage can and dragged herself up to her feet. Her body ached and was making all the pain known to her. She limped her way over to the wolf and ran a hand down his spine, “Stop please.” It was more of a kind request than a command now. It still surprised her at how large he was in comparison to her. “Can’t do anything,” she explained the same way they explained it to her. “Trial over. Can’t be tried again. Now...we just...have to wait.”
The wolf growled more, but he moved close enough so that she could lean against him. Eventually the growling tapered off, fur still on end but the tension slowly starting to ease from him. He didn’t like the way she was limping, wanted her some place that she could rest and heal. He sighed, his fur brushing against her as he breathed. As long as she could heal, then something could be done about the man that had hurt her.
Quinn leaned in to him, face pressing against his fur and took a deep breath. “Weird,” she commented out loud as she leaned in to the warmth. “Only person can speak to. Who listens. Is a wolf.” There wasn’t any humor in that, more of a resigned feeling of sadness. For all the words they wished she would say, they never listened to when she needed to speak.
Grimacing, Quinn kept leaning against the large body of the wolf. “Spend time with me? Don’t want to be home yet.”
The wolf twisted around to press his nose against Quinn’s side, sighing again, warm through the fabric of her shirt. After a long, quiet moment, he whuffed quietly against her and moved his head just enough to nod a bit. He didn’t know where to take her though, other than his human’s apartment, and that didn’t seem right quite yet.
Quinn couldn’t help the smile that twisted at the corners of her mouth when he nudged her with his nose, reminding her so much of Runt. She scratched behind his ears and suggested, “I know places. Hiding places. Secret spots.” Quinn knew the ins and outs of the city and knew where the squatters lived. She also knew where the abandoned buildings were open and no one lived anymore. She would take the wolf to her hiding spots, hopefully he would be able to remember them later so he could go back when he was like this. “Come with me.”
He nodded his head at her again, moving back a bit more, but staying close enough that she could lean her weight on him if she needed. He took a single step forward, indicating that he was ready to go wherever she wanted.
Quinn put her arm carefully around his neck, leaning against the strong shoulder of the wolf. She nodded in return, slowly leading them down the dark alleys and to find them somewhere safe to hide for the night.