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come_sailaway2022-09-04 01:43 pm
actuallyawolf) wrote in come_sailaway2022-09-04 01:43 pm
care and feeding for your wolf
Who: Ylva and the curious
What: Shenanigans with Wild Shape
When: Early September, I guess. Time is soup.
just a little nap
Ylva is a wolf and has no problem telling anyone about that fact. Still, there are other shapes she enjoys. She is not one to be pinned down to one approach to anything. She's flexible that way.
What this means, at the moment, is that there is an allosaurus stretched out on the pool deck, enjoying the sun. Mammals are fine, but have you ever been a large, warm-blooded reptile in a patch of sunlight? Her feathers are fluffed up strategically for maximum sunning, tail curled politely around her, head tucked gently into the classic bird pose of "using my own back as a pillow."
She is very much asleep, but not deeply so.
just a little awoo
When night falls, though, it's possible to hear howling.
The curious will find a large, shaggy wolf pacing the sports deck under the moon, restless and unhappy. She throws her head back to howl, and stops, listening. There's no answer, of course. She knows there can't be an answer. Still, she does howl, and wait, and listen.
She remains alert, though, one ear always out for someone who might come to investigate the actual howling wolf wandering the deck of the ship.
What: Shenanigans with Wild Shape
When: Early September, I guess. Time is soup.
just a little nap
Ylva is a wolf and has no problem telling anyone about that fact. Still, there are other shapes she enjoys. She is not one to be pinned down to one approach to anything. She's flexible that way.
What this means, at the moment, is that there is an allosaurus stretched out on the pool deck, enjoying the sun. Mammals are fine, but have you ever been a large, warm-blooded reptile in a patch of sunlight? Her feathers are fluffed up strategically for maximum sunning, tail curled politely around her, head tucked gently into the classic bird pose of "using my own back as a pillow."
She is very much asleep, but not deeply so.
just a little awoo
When night falls, though, it's possible to hear howling.
The curious will find a large, shaggy wolf pacing the sports deck under the moon, restless and unhappy. She throws her head back to howl, and stops, listening. There's no answer, of course. She knows there can't be an answer. Still, she does howl, and wait, and listen.
She remains alert, though, one ear always out for someone who might come to investigate the actual howling wolf wandering the deck of the ship.
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But there's a bigger question here.
"How the fuck did he lose a whole-ass tower?"
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Or a secret portal into his bedroom or some shit.
"Guess we can't all think ahead like that, though..."
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Instead of perfectly sensible magic that involves turning into a dinosaur.
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"Is that how you learned how to turn into animals? Like, is there some street smarts lesson in shapeshifting where you come from?" Because obviously, she ain't no wizard!
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That all makes 100% sense to him, an avid connoisseur of furry media. But the thing that doesn't is:
"How do you get your body to... like... do it, though???" The transformation part, he means. That's so weird!!!
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She blinks at him, still entirely missing any potential flirting that might be happening in her direction. But she grins, pleased, and a little proud. "I mean. It's just practice."
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Okay, furboy, tone it down. Except, fuck that, "It's probably the most awesome magic power to have, and if anyone gives you shit about it, you can turn into a fuckin' wolf and chomp 'em!" Not seriously, but he's in hypeman mode okay? "Way cooler than having a walking tower, forrrrr sure."