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Tweak says, "I'm schizophrenic--and so am I"

i_amloupgarou (i_amloupgarou) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2010-03-03 17:26:00

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anthony crowley, lawrence talbot, march madness, melaka fray

Puppy Toys! (open)
Late at night, under the light of the full moon, he was out on the prowl. A new place meant the possibility of new prey. He liked new prey. It kept his hunting skills sharp. Tonight wasn’t about feeding; he just wanted to get to know his new home.

He liked the park. It had a nice open area for running and trees for him to use for cover while stalking his prey. His human half actually liked it when he went running. He could actually feel Larry’s joy as he ran full speed across the park. Places like this made it good to be a wolf.

Or at least a wolf man.

He was starting to get hungry, but he couldn’t find any of the large two-legged prey that he liked so much. But there were plenty of rabbits to satisfy him. He was actually just finishing a rabbit when something ran in front of his face. His nose twitched at the unfamiliar scent. It smelled like shamrocks and gold. And whiskey. More of the creatures ran past him.

He growled quietly as more and more of the creatures started running around him. He reached out with one paw and caught one of the creatures. He pinned it to the ground and studied the creature. It looked like the large two-legged prey, but it was much smaller. It was wearing all green clothes and had fur on its face. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it seemed easy to catch. They were bigger than the rabbits, so they might be a better meal. If they tasted good.

The wolf man growled louder and bared his fangs, ready to take a sample bite from his new prey. He was a bit surprised when the prey looked more annoyed than afraid. He wasn’t use to that kind of reaction. He growled louder and moved in for the kill.

“No, no. Bad werewolf!” The wolf man heard someone yelling in a thick Irish accent. He turned his head to see who was yelling and saw one of the small preys coming towards him as quickly as its little legs would carry him. The wolf man growled at the little man. It responded by hitting the wolf man on the nose with the heavy little stick it was carrying.

The wolf man jerked back and blinked. The attack hadn’t really hurt him and the stick was just wood, not silver. But he had just been surprised that one of the little prey had come to the aid of the one he was going to eat. The one he had pinned to the ground escaped and started running away from him. That meant one thing to the wolf man.

These were not for prey, they were for play. With a very wolfish grin, the wolf man ran after one of the little men. He caught the first one and batted it to the side. The little man went flying from the force of the blow and landed at the base of a tree. It was going to be a lot of fun for him to knock them around. And if he got hungry, he could always have a snack.

With great joy, the wolf man chased the leprechauns around the park.

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i_sauntereddown
2010-03-26 12:35 am UTC (link)

Crowley snorted. He hardly considered chomping on little leprechauns to be bad manners. To him it was perfectly reasonable. The little things looked like prey to the wolf, hell, to an extent they looked like prey to Crowley, but prey in a totally different way.

They were just begging to be kicked, swatted at, even killed.

He didn't know what 'a little bit splin' meant, but Crowley was fairly certain he disagreed with that as well.

He watched as the little leprechauns started attacking the wolfman back. "See, no harm no foul. They're fighting back." Though, he didn't particularly care for them to be fighting back. He would have rather have watched the wolf eat the little guys.

"You mortals and your 'morals.'" He made air quotes with his fingers, then went back to crossing his arms.

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i_grab
2010-04-05 08:16 pm UTC (link)

Fray crossed her arms and glared at the... she was pretty sure now he was a demon, just unsure of what kind... next to her.

"Wolf," she said again, just as emphatically. "My morals are just fine. If he's chompin' through half those leprechauns, how long is it gonna take him to chomp through people?"

She really wished Wes was here. She didn't know what to do with leprechauns.

This had to be...

"Magic did this," she said under her breath. Then, a completely deadpan "yay" followed.

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i_amloupgarou
2010-04-10 05:30 am UTC (link)

The Wolf Man was not terribly amused by the little green toy hitting his nose with the stick. It reminded him of when Larry’s sire had hit him with the bad silver stick. He tried growling again, to show the plaything that he was treading on dangerous territory. The plaything wasn’t impressed with the wolf’s teeth; it just hit him again.

He was tired of that one. He raised his paw and knocked the plaything with the stick over to the dark male and the female. They looked like they needed some time to play. Maybe if they played, they would stop watching him. He wasn’t even sure why they were watching. There had to be other things to play with around here if they didn’t like the little green toys.

Content that he had helped the two humans, the wolf went back to playing. He would probably eat one of the little green playthings soon. He liked the size of them. They would make a nice meal and there wouldn’t be any left to waste. Larry was never good about reclaiming the kills he made for a second meal. The wolf always had to get more food each night he was out. These were perfect, though. He hoped he could find them again the next time the moon called him out.

He quickly made a meal of the plaything he had under his paws. Happily fed, he went back to playing.

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