Log: 6th of Rebirth's Decline

[retrieverchef]

Where: Around town
When: RD6, evening
What: A horse ride
Who: Eliot and OPEN


Eliot grinned as the breeze blew his hair away from his face. He'd missed this, being on horseback, feeling the ground fly past him. He slowed down as he left the courtyard. Children's voices echoed as he road into the town. He smiled as remembered the small town he had grown up in. This might be a very different dimension, but the similarities were unmistakable.

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[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan had been rolling in the grass, but had stopped to watch a group of birds flying overhead when he heard the hooves. Sitting up, he saw the man who wasn't Hawk. He stood up and confronted the horse, who shied a bit at the smell of wolf.

"Play?"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot grinned ans stopped the horse. "What do you want to play?" he asked, sliding out of the saddle.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Hooray! He was going to play!

"Faolan likes to play chase!" he answered eagerly.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot grinned as he quickly tied his horse to a nearby hitching post. "You want me to chase you, huh?" he asked as he ran toward the boy.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan squealed with glee and turned to dash away, pausing after a short time to look back and make sure he was being followed.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot followed the small boy behind a house, then stopped in the shadows as Faolan glanced behind him. The child reminded him so much of his nephew, the simple pleasure of playing this child's game restoring a sense of peace he'd lost years ago.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

He could smell the man, but he couldn't see him. Where had he gone? Wasn't he chasing?

Faolan began creeping back to where he had started, eyes darting around in search of Eliot.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot stifled a chuckle as the boy moved back toward him. When Faolan came close enough, he launched out of the shadows at the child with a wild hoop, reaching for his waist.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan cried out at the sudden movement and fell back into the grass. He squirmed, working to get out of the man's hold.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot laughed out loud as his fingers danced across Faolan's stomach and under the boy's armpits before he let the boy squirm away. He stood, waiting to see if the child planned to run again or try to tackle him.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan giggled uncontrollably at the tickling. Chase forgotten, he turned to pounce as soon as he was free.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot laughed as he fell to the ground with the weight of a child.on his chest. "So that's how you want to play this?" His eye sparkles happily. "You sure?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

"Yes!" Faolan declared happily, arms reaching to try and hold the man down.

[retrieverchef]

"All right, then," he said with a shrug. "You asked for it."

He flipped them easily. Carefully, he pinned Faolan with an arm bar. "Think you can pin me like this?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan squeaked again, squirming against the hold. This man who was not Hawk was every bit as strong as his daddy.

But there was a trick that Hawk would be prepared for that this man wouldn't. Still squirming, he changed, trusting that the far smaller puppy would be able to get away.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot froze as the child in his arms transformed into a tiny puppy. "What the-?!"

He'd heard of shapeshifters and werewolves from Hawk. He hadn't actually expected to ever see one, though. Then he found himself laughing. The little imp pulled no punches. Thank heaven his nephew couldn't do that!

"Oh, that does it, pup!"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan took hold of the man's hand with his teeth, growling, his ears forward and playful, tail wagging.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot scowled playfully at the dog. "No, Faolan. You can't run away with my hand. It's attached."

Then he stilled. All the legends he'd heard about werewolves said lycanthropy was spread by biting. Of course, those same legends said that they only turned at night under the full moon and that they were mad, ravening creatures neither of which was true of Faolan. "If you bite me, will I become... like you?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan cocked his head at the man. What was he talking about? Eliot, you can't become 10.

He wagged his tail uncertainly.

[retrieverchef]

"Faolan, if you bite me, will I become a werewolves, too?"

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Become a werewolf? But you have to be born a werewolf, right? Ears back in uncertain distress, Faolan whined.

[retrieverchef]

Eliot sighed and scratched Faolan's head. "Maybe you should change back to human form for this, pup. I can't read your mind."

[greatsquirrelhunter]

A moment later, there was a boy on the ground, nuzzling up into Eliot's touch. "Faolan isn't bad!"

[retrieverchef]

Eliot froze. "What?" he asked, wincing at the boy's words. "No, Faolan! I never thought for a minute that you're bad! It's just... I've never met a werewolf before. We have legends about them where I come from, but no one believes them. I don't know how much of them is true and how much isn't. I'd rather not have any odd surprises, like changing shape every full moon. I never thought for one minute that you'd actually try to harm me."

He wraps his arms around the child.

[greatsquirrelhunter]

Faolan's arms wrapped trustingly around Eliot. "Really? Really believe?"