Erika Fisher (
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lifeaftr2018-02-01 10:53 pm
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[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
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