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( underfoot ) ([personal profile] wolfchild) wrote in [community profile] epidemiology2017-09-06 08:51 am

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CHARACTERS: assorted foolhardy souls
DATE: spanning a few days
WARNINGS: none atm; but arya and nymeria are both terrible
SUMMARY: meetings and follow-ups; pm for a starter
[ every night since she was brought to this dead world, her dreams have been empty. a belly empty of dream meat. ears empty of the songs of her little grey cousins. a heart, empty. as if something that had always been there…abruptly gone.

the kindly man would be pleased if he knew. if she told him. she would not even if she could. she would never be able to lie well enough. if he asked her how it felt, she fears the tears would choke her voice. she goes to bed each night hoping. she wakes each morning disappointed.

she has been so many people. maybe it was only a matter of time before she truly began to lose her hold on arya stark. the kindly man would look on her proudly. a sorrowful nostalgia blooms blackened flowers in a chest left aching and hollow.

until she wakes to a hot puff of air across her face.

her room is dark, the bed warm. she can feel the presence, warmer even than the bed, smelling of pine and soil and air and something older, something deeper. it's the smell of the northern wind rattling her shutters. it's the smell of her favorite red blanket when she wrapped herself in it. it's the smell of the warm grey walls of winterfell. it's the smell of her wolf when she would sneak the pup into her bed and nymeria would sleep curled up at the foot of her bed.

a tear squeezes past eyes still closed, then another. a rough tongue laps at the salt on her cheek. arya sobs, her mouth stretching into a watery grin.

her eyes blink open. nymeria is a shadow darker than those behind her, but her eyes glimmer strangely gold.

arya throws her arms around the wolf's neck. trembling, she clings to nymeria. the wolf makes a noise low in her throat and noses sweetly at her hair and shoulder. arya cries and arya laughs, until, spent, she tangles her fingers through the long thick fur. she breathes a gentle, contented sigh.
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[personal profile] selfimage 2017-09-07 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ prayer does not come often.

in the old days it did, when he was a twisted thing making fools out of the gods, and a fool out of himself. that was a different time, lost in the mist between mountains, told in many tales, all of them still true. he was Loki the god of evil (that one he remembers the best), Loki the trickster, Loki Sky Walker, Moon Queen, Wanderer and Mother of Monsters; some names stuck, and others were long lost.

when prayer does come it takes him by surprise. there's only one who prays to him, and they don't sound like words that Stiles would utter. it's enough to rouse him from his book in the library, to wander out the door and mutter a spell with a flourish of his fingers and find its source: she puts a marker on herself, a crosshair in space time, it makes things easy.

he never looks like much when he goes casual, his hoodie loose around his hips and black pants all too fashionable for Midgard at his time. he does look like more when he cloaks himself in shadow, and he slides around the tree in darkness, his eyes glowing green slits, bright even in the fog. (when you were prayed too, entrances made all the difference.)
]

Ah—it's you again. [ his voice drips like honey, the shadow blowing off of him like fine ash. ] I'll have you know that I'm not that old.

[ "stupid" is acceptable. ]
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[personal profile] deemed 2017-09-07 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Prayer came often to the God of Thunder.

From across Earth, across the universe he would hear the voices raised to him, and he had done his best to answer each. It had been exhausting, but he had sworn he would do so-- what else could he do when he had the power to aid so many?

He has not answered prayers since the day Mjolnir fell from his hand. They still came, but he did not go to them. He was not that god any longer. He would not face the disappointment in the eyes of those who prayed for Thor and found only a drunk angry god whose claim to thunder deity was tenuous some days.

This prayer he answers.

He recognises the voice of the girl he'd met in the glasshouse; remembers how she'd described the gods of her home, found him the plant for his bruises. (He thinks of the conversations he has had with Loki here- of changing and becoming and being. He thinks of who he is, what he is, and what he wishes to be.)

It is no matter to follow a prayer across a castle; he has travelled across worlds before to find a single child. He finds Loki is there before him, cloaked in darkness and mystery, and it brings a smile to his face. He'd once have called up a wind to blow it away, called a storm to himself and struck lightning all around- only to ensure that his was the memorable entrance.

He contents himself with a distant roll of thunder, stepping around the other side of the tree.]


You're old as Odin's saggy balls.
selfimage: — ɢᴀʀʙᴇᴛᴛ — (Space oddity.)

[personal profile] selfimage 2017-09-08 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ needle through the gut would feel like just that—a needle, and perhaps an inconvenience for the time. dancing down the trees roots, Loki slips around Arya, the heels of his boots glowing so he wouldn't be bothered by a misstep.

in a magical display of maturity, he blows a raspberry at Thor and holds it for a good ten seconds.
]

Really, brother—that mouth of yours will get you in trouble. [ it's a little jape, even if it's an ironic one. for the moment, his attention turns to Arya. ]

But—hm. [ he considers the girl and her wolf. ] ... That's not how gods work.

[ Nymeria's growls don't bother him. one of his sons is a wolf, or so the myths say, he can't remembered how exactly he was conceived anymore. not that he's sure that he wasn't, but some things had a tendency to get mixed up. after so many incarnations, so many lives, and so many stories, he the truth remains what it is at the time.

then he looks around, as if there might be danger.
]

Did you call us here for the Hel of it? You could at least have brought us an offering. I like bacon butties, myself. [ he nods to the big blond guy. ] He can put down fifty of them in a single sitting, no contest. It's almost embarrassing to watch.
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[personal profile] dishearten 2017-09-16 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
( Graham is a particularly lazy eater. while he manages to function surprisingly well for a heartless man, there are still some sensations that just don't reach him. hunger tends to be one. half the time he ends up in the mess hall, it's for the sake of someone else. Emma, not naming her worry but the quiet reality of it obvious as she adds more to his plate even after he finishes one. on occasion Daenerys, though they both tend to be sparse eaters, dining together for company more so than the meal. he'd headed to the kitchen on his own volition to eat with Sakura, before... not anymore.

today it is someone else demanding he head towards the kitchens, a white wolf with a blooded eye and bright and lively ears. Brother has been in quite a good mood now that they have been reunited, and he follows the Huntsman like his furry shadow. when he smells the potential threat, though, Brother's ears flatten and his hackles raise. Graham notices the huge wolf only a pace later than his brother does, and while he does try to head toward the food first, it is hard not to be distracted.
)

She might fare better in the woods over the kitchens. There's hunt to be found out there. ( and the girl could eat her own meal, instead of constantly fetching more for the wolf. )
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[personal profile] dishearten 2017-09-24 05:05 am (UTC)(link)
Must be you're not looking hard enough, then. My brother doesn't keep on a songbird diet.

( even though, for the record, Brother gets on well with many members of Audentes, many of which are willing to feed him from the table. Graham is a bit more of a stickler for getting him wild game, even if Brother would eat bacon and cupcakes and probably whatever alien fare was offered to him. his diet had gotten very flexible, much to the Huntsman's chagrin.

still, if the girl doesn't want advice, he won't push it on her. he keeps his movements slow and even a bit predictable as he heads to the kitchen to get his own fare. a bit boring, bread and a vegetable stir fry, but of late he has no favor for meat. hearing the voices of animals before slaughter will do that to a man.

he doesn't leave after he fetches his food, though. he takes a spot near the girl and her friend, but not too far. and with that, he sets about eating. if she wants to talk, he suspects she shall. as for the wolf, well... there's no getting her used to him without time and unthreatening company. Brother reluctantly sits at his feet, too unnerved by the massive wolf to sleep there.
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[personal profile] unburdening 2017-09-09 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Hello to you too, [ he says, recognizing the voice before taking in the scene.

bellamy hadn't spent as much time outside the castle as in it, learning the hallways and the faces of his fellow recruits over what remains of the wilderness. the open spaces of nature, its freedom, has never called to him the way it does his sister. but prudence brings him outside sometimes, the utility of knowledge concerning their surroundings.

and maybe he does like it, whether or not he'd admit it. the woods and the lake remind him of earth, far closer to familiar than the enormous castle. it's easier to relax out here, feels like releasing a breath he hadn't known he was holding.

or it had, until he sees the direwolf. his hand reaches, automatic, for the gun no longer at his side; he grasps at air uselessly for a brief moment, voice turning harsh with alarm. ]


Get away from that thing! It could hurt you.
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[personal profile] unburdening 2017-09-09 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ stand down, she orders, as if he has a weapon, as if she's certain he'll accept orders from her. she's better armed than he is with that sword of hers, so there's nothing for him to do but stay still, tensed, glaring at the wolf that this little girl so easily calms. ]

That's a wild animal, [ he says, as if this is somehow going to be news to zo, as if this isn't the first live wolf he's ever seen. ] I don't know where you found it, but it's dangerous. To you, and to me.

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[personal profile] spacerhyme 2017-09-07 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ the doctor, on the other hand, facing down a wild apex predator, looks chuffed as a kid in a sweet shop. forgetting in an instant whatever his original destination had been because it wasn't nearly as important as this.

one hand outstretched, he takes the invitation and strokes the fur atop the wolf's massive head, scratches behind the ears.
]

Ooooh. Look at you. Have they recruited a wolf? Good, don't let those cats take all the glory...

[ this isn't a species he's seen before, even if all signs point to something canis-descended. she's a gorgeous animal, awesome in a proper sense of the word, intelligence clear in her eyes - not at all what he was expecting to find in the middle of the hallway, mind, but life's full of surprises. could definitely also rip his limbs of in one motion, but some risks are worth taking. the fact that he still has his arm is heartening.

he notices the girl only after the wolf does. glances up at her, and points.
]

Is this your human?
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[personal profile] spacerhyme 2017-09-08 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ he wipes his hand off on the side of his coat and crouches down to watch nymeria. resting on his heels, elbows on his knees, gaze intent.

and a little amused.
] She might feel a bit differently on the matter.

[ nothing wrong with belonging to a wolf. ]

You didn't mention her last time.

[ he sounds almost put out, like he can't believe she'd overlook that particular factoid. how could anyone fail to mention they've got this magnificent beastie?

never mind that he knows next to nothing about this girl in general, including possibly her name. wolf, though!
]

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[personal profile] tolight 2017-09-17 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Their stay in Oska has never been long — not consecutively, anyway. But there's still a routine to Lucina's day, because she's one of habits, of strictly made schedules. Even with the celebrations, she still does what she can — wake up early ( but later than the usual ), grab a light breakfast, keep up with her training. Once the sun is at its peak, she stops for lunch.

But sometimes, there's deviations — like today — where the weather is just pleasant enough that she considers eating outside, a small distance away from the large crowds of company. A small breather before she rejoins the celebrations ( now that it feels like she's earned it ). Except she's not quite left alone, and the small plate of stacked food ( of meat, specifically ) seems to attract company. ]


... Brother? [ She wonders, at first, and then looks around for Graham. Except — there's differences, now that she's really looking. In their stature, the color of their fur, the eyes. The way its posture tenses, when she calls it by the wrong name.

Whoops. She tries to recover, sitting up a little straighter. ]
I don't believe we've met. [ And she feels a little silly, speaking to a wolf like this — but her home had dragons and pegasi and giant were-rabbits, and she spoke to them fine. But she looks around, once more, to see if there's anyone looking their way.

Nothing ( is the wolf part of ALASTAIR, or just the wildlife? ). Right then, back to the plate. Then to the wolf, carefully— ]
... Are you hungry?
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[personal profile] tolight 2017-09-18 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lucina has been hunted, once — in a different world, a different timeline. For her blood, for the threat she posed, her actions. The fact that she fought back; because of course she did, because that was the only way to protect her home, something she would never give up for the world. Her presence here speaks to her survival, but that doesn't change the past.

She remembers the feeling well — cold, hard eyes on her, the slow approach. So it is hungry, just not for what she expected. It kicks up the instinctive, fight or flight parts of her brain; except she will always choose fight. Her hand moves to her sword, though there's no move to draw it just yet. She is not cruel enough to kill a creature in cold-blood, simply acting on instincts, with no ill-intent behind its actions.

But she is tense. Prepared. Slowly sets the food down as she moves to stay, slowly backing away to recover the lost distance. Grips the sword to pull an inch out of its sheathe, all the while watching the wolf. ]
— Peace.

[ Lucina speaks, but she doesn't have high hopes it will work. ]
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[personal profile] tolight 2017-09-20 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ It almost feels suicidal to follow the dire wolf — almost. But while the beast had been poised to strike, it did not. And that's ... significant, to see what she originally believed was a wild animal defy her expectations.

At the same time, it raises more questions.

And it's curiosity that wins out, in the end, as her hand leaves the hilt to reach for her plate of food — in case she wants to try making peace with Nymeria a second time, she figures. Just in case. Trots after it, and the source of the voice, from a safe enough distance.

But she's in view of the dire wolf quickly enough, once again. And a young girl, who she presumes is the source of the voice. But she stops regardless, blinking. ]
Er— hello.

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