Log: First of Rebirth's Decline

[sorcerous]

Who: Loki (recently turned into the Big Bad Wolf) and OPEN
What: Loki has gone a little wild.
Where: Two-Faced Forest, the outskirts of town
When: All today.
Warnings: Probable violence; Loki is not a nice person right now.
Notes: Basically: Loki's brain is all focused on doing villainy right now, combined with the instincts of a wild wolf. He's going to stalk victims, especially young, pretty princesses, kill livestock, intimidate people, huff and puff and blow your houses down. Today is mostly the workup to it, and on the Second of Rebirth's Decline he'll really try to cause some damage. If you'd like to plot or plan something out, PM me!

He awakens in pain. Claw-furrows down his fur and blood soaked into the ground beneath him. He limps to his feet -- go, go, leave this, go. The scent of his own injuries is overpowering. He will attract any predator in the area.

Finds a stream on instinct and plunges himself into the water, the current trickling away red, untangling clumps of fur and mud and blood. He stays, shivering, for too long. Until his belly begins to complain.

And then he goes to hunt.

Comments

[ladysarmour]

There is something different in him now, something beneath the blood and a part of it: he is more the predator she and her siblings are this day. She yields easily, baring her throat to the bigger wolf with a quiet whine; her tail curls limp on the ground as she waits to be released.

[sorcerous]

Good, she is good; he licks at her, sniffs her. It is a small pack, not a pack at all, but how many does it take to bring down a human? Not so many. Not so many at all.

[ladysarmour]

Permission, there. She licks him back, presses her muzzle into the thick fur beneath his ear. But no: she wants to avoid humans. Remembers - dimly, in the way of wolf memories - the flash of steel in the dark.

[sorcerous]

No, no. Theirs is the way of predators. They hunt, they do not run.

But he will allow her something small. They will only take something of the humans, not hunt a man, not yet. He whuffs at her and nuzzles her protectively, and then he is off, loping steadily towards the farms outside of town.

[ladysarmour]

She whines plaintively, but she has already submitted; so she trails after, light following shadow instead of the normal way around.

[sorcerous]

He guides them through the thorns to a fence, a farmyard, distant cows munching on the grass. And he drops low, in the shadow of the hedge, a hunter searching for the perfect prey.

[ladysarmour]

She has never hunted prey so large before; it makes her shy back, it makes her fur bristle with anticipation. But she is a quick study, mirroring his movements precisely with her smaller form.