Hound of the Baskervilles

[ghostwolf]

Two months ago, during the time when the different worlds converged, the tiny Lacie encountered a very large wolf. One month after receiving that negligible cut to her palm, she turned into a little black wolf puppy for a night, and wasted no time sinking her fangs into Kevin's hand when he tried to pick her up and keep her out of trouble.

Tonight, there are two wolves in the Baskerville House, and they've pretty much figured out what's going on.

Lady Shelly and Oswald agreed some time ago that Kevin would make a pretty good wolf, if it came to it, and he really can't help but feel like someone is laughing at him over it. His two stints as a bunny rabbit did not prepare him at all for walking around on four legs -- walking, not hopping -- and having a mouth full of huge teeth. He keeps tripping over his own feet, getting confused as he tries to sort through all the sounds and smells, and earlier his long tail got stuck in a door. It would be easier if he were a pup like Lacie, loping about the house and crawling under the furniture, but as a full-grown werewolf Kevin is huge, four feet tall at the shoulder and heavier than he is as a human. Finally, after spending half the night trying to endure the house, the white wolf ventures outside in an attempt to get used to this new form. After all, given that the Brat has turned for the second month in a row, it looks like he's probably going to be stuck with it...

When not at home with Glenwald and company, Kevin can be found wandering through the streets he often haunts during patrol, enjoying the late-night solitude of the mansion's gardens, or perhaps even sniffing about at Lady Shelly's house, just to make sure nothing suspicious is going on nearby. Hopefully, he'll be back at home safe and sound before the moon sets. If he isn't, somebody gets to deal with a mortified and very naked knight, who will proceed to sleep in their house for two days and then eat the whole pantry for breakfast. Ah, the noble life of a werewolf!

[fallingbackup wearing his shiny new coat, if you will. Due to busyness, there is no post as of yet for bittybratty's first transformation, but I will link it here whenever something is backdated. Slow, late, and backtags welcome as always!]

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[smallkindnesses]

Shelly smiles, depositing a biscuit or two on his plate. This may very well be the strangest tea party I've had, to date, she thinks to herself, far from ruefully. Taking up her tea, she sips it thoughtfully.

"I imagine it must feel very different, being a wolf," she says, "I do hope it's not too much of a trial, for you."

[ghostwolf]

Other than the fact that the brat likes to chew his ears and belly rubs are apparently his kryptonite, it's not actually so bad, really. At the very least if anybody tries to put a stupid waistcoat on him now, he isn't going down without a proper fight. Wolves don't bark, but Kevin makes the same whuffing noise as before, and sniffs at the roast beef. Now that Lady Shelly has begun, he is allowed to eat.

It's difficult, being dainty like this. He manages to only eat a tiny bit at a time without snarfing down the entire plate in one go or dropping anything on the floor or strewing it across the table, but it's obvious that it takes him a lot of concentration, and it isn't exactly an elegant process. He can't help but flash a fang or two, now and again, much as he would like to keep them tucked away in Shelly's presence, and he keeps pausing to lick his muzzle, wanting to be tidy. It's a good thing he isn't the sort of canine inclined to give kisses. His tongue is as huge as the rest of him, and there is no face that would remain slobber-free if the wolf took it into his head to be affectionate.

[smallkindnesses]

Shelly, meanwhile, pretends that this is all entirely normal and that he is not inadvertently showing off those enormous teeth, or his tongue. She sips her tea and nibbles her biscuits quietly. At any rate, he doesn't seem to be terribly put off by his present state, awkwardness aside.

"I hear the little one has taken to the change quite naturally," she comments, by way of making conversation.

[ghostwolf]

At this, Kevin's ears flatten out and he can't help but raise the side of his lip in a fang-filled wolf sneer, making a whiny groaning noise that means Oh gods, don't even get me started. Yes. Yes, she has taken to it, and for once in his life the knight wishes he had a mouth he could rant with because there are some words that really need to come out. Fortunately, being entirely capable of becoming a Break, Kevin does have a flair for the dramatic in there somewhere. He settles for draping a paw over his own eyes in an attempt to convey his considerable angst on the matter.

Lady Shelly probably gets it, anyway, having met the Brat before. Imagine her fifty times more annoying than she already is. With teeth.

[smallkindnesses2]

It takes some considerable effort for Shelly not to burst into giggles, at Kevin's expressive antics. She'll have to persuade Eques to give more descriptive reports of these nights when they transform. It's rather surprising, actually, how the Chain can occasionally wax poetic over the things that go on in the Baskerville house--particularly in relation to Kevin...

"Well, I suppose it's for the best that she's only a wolf once a month..."

[ghostwolf]

With a grumpy grunt of agreement, the wolf drops his paw, nose pointed toward his tea. He always enjoys the way tea smells, but tonight it's particularly nice. Still, it seems like something is missing, and he tilts his head at it a little.

Ah. Right. He's a tiny Break. Kevin glances around the table until he finds the sugar bowl, noses at it, and proceeds to make puppy eyes at Lady Shelly over it. Help him out, milady? You know better than anyone how Kevinkind take their tea, and you also have opposable thumbs.

[smallkindnesses]

"Ah! Of course!"

Shelly reaches for the sugarbowl--how silly of her to think his being a wolf would change him that much! Taking up the spoon, she begins scooping... and scooping... and scooping, a small, amused smile forming on her lips. She's watched him (or versions of him) sugar his tea a thousand times, but it doesn't quite hit home how extensive his sweet tooth is until you add it yourself.

"Please forgive me, Mr. Regnard."

[ghostwolf]

He wuffs at her, softly. Don't worry about it. Barely seen behind him, his tail swishes back and forth. His own sweet tooth is something that's only recently come to light; even though he's always had it, he never really allowed himself to indulge in it before he came here. It's still something that embarrasses him a little, just because of how prevalent it's become in his life. The Baskervilles bribe him into good moods by putting maple syrup treats in his path wherever he goes, for pity's sake.

It hasn't escaped him during their visits, however, that Shelly tends to have multiple sugar bowls in the kitchen, and that they are uncommonly large sugar bowls. Given the way all the Breaks flock to her, he's certain she keeps them so that the Breaks will all remain properly sugared up. He isn't strictly a Break and doesn't want to be, but the way the Lady extended her warmth and kindness to him automatically does help him feel a little less guilty about the dent he puts in her sugar stash. She's used to it, no doubt, so...

[smallkindnesses]

"There," Shelly says, finally ladeling in the last spoonful.

With a smile, she pushes the saucer of tea back toward him, where he'll be able to drink from it with relative ease. She is indeed used to her sugar supply being depleted, and she rests her chin in a hand to watch him drink. It's peculiar, how endearing he is, in his wolf-form. She can't say that she likes him better, this way, but she finds herself looking forward to his visits in this form, in the months to come.