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lifeaftr2018-02-01 10:53 pm
bitch4bitch) wrote in lifeaftr2018-02-01 10:53 pm
[open] this island is full of free dogs
Who: Erika, Chip, and YOU
What: it’s a full moon and Erika is a werewolf, you can probably guess where this is going
When: night of January 31
Where: all over Ensō
Warnings: potential for violence? Also bad babysitting practices
closed to Chip
One might think it would be hard getting used to this sudden, monthly change in perspective - both mental and physical. By the time the change is done, everything seems a whole lot smaller, and a whole lot simpler.
Being trapped on an extradimensional island with no idea of when you'll get home, if ever, is a lot less stressful when you don’t have the capacity for existential dread.
Erika shakes out her fur and lopes over to Chip to bump them with her nose, the gesture friendly if a bit forceful. Moderating strength can be hard when you’re an enormous dogbeast dealing with a small child.
A - OTA (ft. Chip)
There’s something big and heavy moving around in the woods.
It’s not moving particularly fast, just trotting through the trees, giving out the occasional chuff and snort as it noses around in the foliage. Oddly enough, someone who listens carefully might hear the occasional hint of a young-sounding human voice, like a child responding to the creature’s sounds.
And then the whatever-it-is speeds up, loping through the trees, and a vaguely canine creature, closer in size to a large bear than a dog or hyena, bursts from the foliage - with a small child clinging to its back.
This is probably fine.
B- OTA (just Erika)
So at some point Chip got left… somewhere??? She’s not sure where, and hasn’t thought to worry about it in a while because dogs aren’t great babysitters when it comes down to it, but they’re not… anywhere in her vicinity.
Which is, now that she’s realizing it, probably an issue.
Erika snuffles around the foliage, her ears pinned back - and, upon, running into anyone else, goes very still. She doesn’t move any closer to them yet, but cranes her neck forward to try and get a better whiff of whoever it is.
(( OOC: SO as you can see Erika is temporarily an enormous dog-hyena-thing, because sometimes that just happens. If you want more info or to plot something out, contact me at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
omixgirl10 or Chip’s player at Gryphcat (or on the discord server, that works too) ))
What: it’s a full moon and Erika is a werewolf, you can probably guess where this is going
When: night of January 31
Where: all over Ensō
Warnings: potential for violence? Also bad babysitting practices
closed to Chip
One might think it would be hard getting used to this sudden, monthly change in perspective - both mental and physical. By the time the change is done, everything seems a whole lot smaller, and a whole lot simpler.
Being trapped on an extradimensional island with no idea of when you'll get home, if ever, is a lot less stressful when you don’t have the capacity for existential dread.
Erika shakes out her fur and lopes over to Chip to bump them with her nose, the gesture friendly if a bit forceful. Moderating strength can be hard when you’re an enormous dogbeast dealing with a small child.
A - OTA (ft. Chip)
There’s something big and heavy moving around in the woods.
It’s not moving particularly fast, just trotting through the trees, giving out the occasional chuff and snort as it noses around in the foliage. Oddly enough, someone who listens carefully might hear the occasional hint of a young-sounding human voice, like a child responding to the creature’s sounds.
And then the whatever-it-is speeds up, loping through the trees, and a vaguely canine creature, closer in size to a large bear than a dog or hyena, bursts from the foliage - with a small child clinging to its back.
This is probably fine.
B- OTA (just Erika)
So at some point Chip got left… somewhere??? She’s not sure where, and hasn’t thought to worry about it in a while because dogs aren’t great babysitters when it comes down to it, but they’re not… anywhere in her vicinity.
Which is, now that she’s realizing it, probably an issue.
Erika snuffles around the foliage, her ears pinned back - and, upon, running into anyone else, goes very still. She doesn’t move any closer to them yet, but cranes her neck forward to try and get a better whiff of whoever it is.
(( OOC: SO as you can see Erika is temporarily an enormous dog-hyena-thing, because sometimes that just happens. If you want more info or to plot something out, contact me at
DOG PARTY DOG PARTY
"Hey, I'm gonna tell Dad you were pushing me around!"
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If she understands the sort-of-a-threat, she seems entirely unconcerned with it, which might have to do with the fact that Grant is a weenie.
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Chip pushes their forehead against hers, and scrambles back up to their feet when she draws back again. They waste little time in jumping up onto her back, though they try to not tug too hard on her fur. Their few months with Grant had let them become used to interacting with him, but on full moons all HE ever wanted to do was lick their face and snuggle with them to sleep.
Tonight? They will ride.
"How fast can you run?"
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Then she straightens out her arms, twists her head around to look at them, and her mouth drops open in a big, doggy grin.
And she starts to run.
The answer to their question, as it turns out, is very fast.
B - Dog!!!!
So, he falls into an old habit: excising. A little jog in the middle of he night to help clear his head.
At some point, after a while of running around, he stops to catch his breath, leaning against his knees and panting. It takes him a while to notice anyone else in the area - which is marked by the fact that, when he goes to wipe his forehead, he happens to look up and half freeze when he notices a large furry thing staring right back at him.
"Huh..."
Well then.
"...hhheeeello?"
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She takes a step forward and lets out a quiet, snorting chuff - sort of a boofing sound, honestly. At the very least, he didn't make a bad enough impression for her to respond to him as a threat, now.
...Which would probably be pretty confusing for Magnus, given that she's pretty unrecognizable now from how she looked when they first met.
she boof!!
But maybe there's no need to fight. He also only brought his small hatchet with him, which, huh. Maybe was a bad idea?
"You, hah....you friendly, big guy?"
she boof she woof!!
She tilts her head and makes another deep sound from her chest. Then she sits down and lets her tongue hang out, her ears flicking back and forward again.
If not actively friendly, she's at least definitely relaxed for the moment.
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"Huh...okay."
After pausing for a couple of seconds, he takes some careful steps towards it, hands held in front of him to show that he doesn't mean any harm.
Because only Magnus would approach a werewolf in the woods.
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Okay. Hands out, not holding anything - he's moving toward her, but not too quickly. That's probably fine. She leans forward a little to sniff him again.
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Keeping that thought, he doesn't get right up on her space. He stops about 5 feet from her, hands still clearly out in a show of friendliness. She might be a werewolf, but he's taking his experience from how to approach a dog...because of course he is.
"You're not so bad, are you, big guy?" Why must he do this with every canine-like creature?