Wolf (i_huffandpuff) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-04-15 16:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | baba yaga, fools wishes, warren wolfson |
I See Trouble on the Way [Wolf/Baba]
[to be continued in comments]
After seeing Wendell the Dog jump through the magic mirror, Wolf approached it with some caution. The image was wavering like water, but he could see trees and a night sky. Lights burning a thousand times brighter than stars lined the buildings behind the trees. That worried him a bit, but the goal was the dog. The Queen wanted the dog, so Wolf would fetch him. He'd given his word, his will.
Before he could run off, tail between his legs, Wolf stepped through the mirror. Everything blurred in that moment, shifted and stretched. When he could see again, it was daytime. The shapes of the buildings had changed, though there was still grass and trees in front of him. With a frown, Wolf sniffed at the air. There was a lot of smells, but the dog-smell of Wendell was not among them. Not even faintly, as if Wolf had simply arrived the morning after the prince had crossed into the mirror. A scent could linger for days on the open ground. Weeks, in the wintertime.
Wolf bent at the knees, getting closer to the ground. His nostrils flared as he sniffed again. Dogs, more dogs, and -- a growl rose in his throat, one corner of his lip curling -- a few cats. No prince. Staying low, Wolf began to work his way downwind to the treeline. It might work, if the dog had crossed over there.
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The small woman stood beside the cabin. Something had felt odd at the masquerade, and it wasn’t just meeting Lestat. There was something else going on, and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. She knew the City was up to something; she just didn’t know what. Or she didn’t until she’d been woken up by a quaking cabin.
The night before had ended like some nights did; she floated out over the City and landed near her cabin. She’d said the words, went inside, and settled in for a night by a warm fire that was cheery and happy to see her. She didn’t like that the box had opened once she was curled up, letting age return to her body. She didn’t like that inside was a bit of paper that she felt compelled to fold. She certainly didn’t like that as she started folding, she felt a little twinge inside. There were times she actually wished she didn’t have to use magic; she wished that she could look like Red without the damn spell. It wasn’t a difficult spell, but she had to keep a watch on it sometimes.
So, a few hours later, as she finally fell asleep, feeling her age for only a moment, the right moment when she was right in front of a warm fire. A few moments after that the cabin started shaking, and without a “by your leave,” she soon found herself tumbling onto the grass as the cabin tipped her right out its door and sat down a few feet off.
This was how hunter found her. Standing in an old night gown, staring at a wall of the cabin. Her hands on her hips.
“Now you let me in!”
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Wolf stopped short when he heard that voice. Young, female... a bit annoyed, and still sleepy. He tiptoed his way through the trees, careful not to make a sound, until he saw the girl. The creamy, dreamy young thing. When he sniffed at the air, his tongue immediately lapped at his lips. She smelled delicious! And Wolf was already going stir-crazy from two years of beanstalk stew.
"Huff puff," he muttered to himself. "What have we here?"
A young girl in her nightgown. On her way to her grandmother's house, perhaps?
Wolf adjusted his jacket, righting the cuffs and collar. He licked his fingertips and ran them through his hair. Then he stepped out from the trees, towards the woman.
"Naughty cabin!" he said. "How could you deny this dreamy young thing entry?" His eyes flashed amber for an instant as he looked at the girl in question. "My goodness! How could anyone deny you anything?"
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Baba looked at the voice. She didn't jump; she was too angry to jump at a voice. The small woman turned slowly around to look at the man, and well, there was a small jump inside. Somehow she managed to keep that little bit of fright tucked away, or hoped to hell she did. There was no way this was him; he was too...Then again, she didn't know the damn wolf his whole life, but she doubted he'd..be like this. If he had changed, if he were from some other time, she had to work quickly. If he knew who she was, she was screwed.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe the night I've had." He voice wasn't exactly sickeningly sweet or sticky innocent, yet it was edging its way there. Her eyes were big and round, and she hoped that if there was a little fear, he'd accept it as what it may be - a poor girl, lost out in the middle of no where in nothing but her nightgown. "I found this cabin, and I thought it was nice. Then it tumped me right out."
She lifted the hem of her gown a little to show more leg. Wolves did like looking at women, didn't they? "I bet I have a bruise."
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His eyes widened slightly when her skirt lifted. "Cripes! Sounds like you've had a terrible fright!" Wolf moved closer, though something about her scent kept him from moving into arms length. Fear, okay, worry... anger... oh, heck, if women were easy to understand, Wolf would never go hungry. He tilted his head a bit, eyes watching her leg. "Poor, poor leg! So silky and smooth! Oh dear, oh dear, whatever shall I do?"
He shifted his gaze back to hers. "Shall I kiss it better?" Just a taste... he was a hungry wolfie, he was.
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Baba gasped then giggled. Somehow she even blushed. The hem of her gown dropped to the appropriate and decent level as she stared at him. She swayed a little as she looked at him, not as if she were going to pass out but as if she were just moving, just enough to make the material of her gown pull this way and that. There was something very different. This wasn't the wolf she knew, or didn't seem to be. Maybe it wasn't. Maybe...
"No, I think I'll be okay, but do you think you could tell me your name? It's not right to talk to a stranger, certainly not when I'm in nothing more than a bit of cotton." Her hand traced the neck of her gown. She had to wonder what game the wolf was playing. Bigby wasn't this..soft. He was grouchy, pushy, gruff. Right? He didn't' recognize her, did he? Maybe he was trying to trick her into something.
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He might have pouted a little when she dropped the skirt, but he shifted just a little closer. "Oh, I couldn't hurt you," he said, his voice a croon. "Not a tender little thing like you. No strangers? How could I be a stranger? Just because you don't know me and we've never, ever seen each other before doesn't mean we're strangers, does it?" His eyes flashed again, his smile growing wider. There was feral hunger in his expression now.
"You want to know my name? I'm Wolf...son. Wolfson, I am." Saying the name made him twitch a bit, so he tried to change the subject. "On your way, hmm? Off to grandmother's house, if I know little girls."