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Hound of the Baskervilles

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!

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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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She manages to hold on through the spinning out of sheer, mean-spirited stubbornness, but he does get a satisfying oof out of her, when the big wolf rolls over. She tugs at his ears even harder for his trouble, though, before he finally manages to dislodge her. (Wiry strength she may have, but the bulk of the wolf is enough that he can overwhelm her in a contest of brute strength.)

Snarling, she swats at him hard, nonetheless. Dislodged she may be, but she's far from done with this fight.

Kevin flails some more, reaching out to swat her right back, because even though he technically isn't supposed to hit girls he's also a wolf at the moment, and he also isn't sure anyone who's ever told him it isn't okay to hit girls would consider Lacie to be the kind of girl they meant anyway. In the process, however, his back leg hits a lamp, and the only reason it doesn't break is that it gets kicked right onto the soft pillows of an armchair.

Hn. That's no good. Kevin stares at it for a moment, guilty from the narrow miss, and decides this fight is going to have to relocate. Yanking his ears back out of her grasp, Kevin rolls to his feet and gets a solid mouthful of skirt. Then he trots toward the door, dragging Lacie along behind him with his tail held high.

Let's take this outside. B( The little Lacie scampers along behind them, dragging her squeaky rabbit by the ear in much the same way, tripping over it as she goes.

Meanwhile, big Lacie continues to kick and flail as Kevin drags her out into the back yard. She manages to land one or two good blows to pay him back for the swatting back. The vicious cycle isn't stopping any time, soon, at this point. He may as well have a particularly large cat by the tail, hissing and spitting as much as she is.

She can feel the Rabbit stirring, on the other side of reality, woken by her anger and the jostling of their struggle. She can practically feel it tilting its head at her, as undertain as to the seriousness of this fight as the little cub is. For the moment, she shoves it aside, continuing to fight even harder as they make it outside.

Her skirt picks up twigs and leaves as he drags her out into the yard, and she redoubles her efforts, at that. Normally she doesn't care if her clothes get stained, but usually it's her doing that stains them. Having the ruffles and silk mussed by someone else, is suddenly the most offensive thing in the world.

Edited 2013-06-17 07:55 (UTC)

Already, being outside is much better. Once they're out on the grass, Lacie actually gets a few hits in -- Kevin is distracted by all the new smells and sounds. He wants to pause to investigate everything, but, as usual, Lacie is in the way of his getting what he wants.

So, it's with renewed vigor that he turns to try and pin her again, but as the fight continues, Kevin finds that he's actually enjoying himself. He lives the life of a fighter, and he still practices and spars all the time; it's doubly important that he stay in shape now that his diet has so much maple sugar in it. But how long has it been since he engaged in some plain old roughhousing? Not since he was a boy, surely. Then, too, it's not often that he gets to fight with Lacie when she can't turn it into some sort of sexual molestation festival. His tail begins to wag, swishing more and more as her fury increases.

As it happens, Lacie has similar thoughts about being outside. For her, the world is even more huge than it is for Kevin -- and even though she's a bit more used to being able to smell and hear better, she wasn't permitted outside, last month. Still sensitive from being locked in a tower even after all this time with freedom, the cub quivers with excitement, eager to go and put her nose on all the things.

She watches the other two scuffling for a few moments longer. When the other wolf's tail starts wagging, she concludes that they're only playing, and that her older self doesn't really need her help. A gleeful ball of black fur in the darkness, the cub prances off to explore the lawn, leaving her new toy forgotten.

Big Lacie doesn't notice Kevin's new enjoyment of the situation, let along that her younger self is wandering off. Her arms move up and lock around his neck, and, when all is said and done, he's not the only one fighting an instinct to bite. (She'd certainly never been above it, when she'd been younger.)

Gradually she tries to work her way back into his back.

-- to which Kevin flops right back over, rolling around like an idiot as he tries to pull his head out of her grasp. Wolves are slippery bastards, and with a back paw to help pry one arm loose, he manages it. Then he bounds away a little, only to turn around and try and goad her into jumping on him again. Without realizing it, he slips into a "play bow" -- front feet stretched in front of him and rump in the air, tail wagging as he whuffs at her. It only lasts a moment before he's moving again, teasing, but it was definitely there, and definitely silly looking.

"ACK!"

She has to lay flat a moment, when he rolls over on her again. When she sits up, her hair also has gained a few twigs and leaves and tangles, but it's just in time to see that ludicrous pose and realize that he thinks he's playing with her. An eye twitches, as she tries to make up her mind whether that makes this hilarious or even more infuriating.

The jury's still out, when she leaps at him again.

He lets her crash into him, legs scrabbling as they roll in the grass again. He's not much better, covered in twigs and leaves and some dirt, but it will come out of his fur much more easily than it will her hair. Kevin gloats over that, too, and will until he wakes up after his post-wolf siesta and realizes his actual hair is even worse a tangled mess than hers.

As he attempts to pin her again, however, he notices the rabbit toy laying off to the side, and realizes abruptly that there isn't a Brat to go with it. Lacie still beneath him, he lifts his head suddenly, ears perked toward the toy in the hopes that she's at least nearby. Shit, the last thing he needs is to lose the Brat. She's small enough to squeeze through the gate, too, isn't she...?

Lacie is so busy with their fight/play she socks him soundly in the jaw before she realizes he's stopped. With a puzzled huff, she pushes herself up on her elbows, looking around.

Then she notices the abandoned rubber rabbit, too. Sitting up straighter, she wriggles out from under the wolf, looking out over the back yard with a frown.

"Little me...?"

The wolf yelps just a little when she hits him, giving her a nasty look. It only lasts a moment before he stands, shakes himself off, and trots over to the toy. Maybe if he's standing closer to it he'll be able to spot her more easily...

...except that when he gets there and sniffs at it instinctively, Kevin discovers that he can recognize the Brat's scent on the thing, and that not every direction around the toy carries the same scent. Feeling distinctly weird, the knight snuffles around in the grass, slowly piecing together where the cub must have headed. She'd rolled around all over the place, of course, but at last, he narrows down one direction as being the most recent one. Following the trail, he wanders around the side of the house, heading for the back yard. That's not out the front gate, at least...

Scrambling to her feet, Lacie gives a shake, herself, shedding at least a little of the debris their rolling around had snared. She grins despite herself, seeing Kevin sniffing around like a bloodhound. She'll have to tease him about that, tomorrow, when he's human and able to blush.

Following him, she goes around the side of the house, eyes going wide, when she realizes they seem to be heading for Chicken's coop...

Sure enough, the tiny Lacie has managed to piss off the one creature in the backyard that would bother to do more than swat her away for being a pest. Kevin rounds the last corner to find the enormous Chicken advancing on her slowly, obvious murder in its beady eyes for this thing that has invaded its territory. Lacie, naturally, is growling right back at it, and refusing to give up any ground.

If he had a moment more to act, Kevin would spend it rolling his eyes. Instead, he bares his own teeth and growls low in his chest, stalking forward toward it. The chicken pauses to tilt its homicidal head at the larger wolf. It appears undaunted by his size. If anything, its expression says something like, Is this motherfucker seriously pulling shit with me...? For a long moment, the two stand there, facing off. Kevin doesn't actually want to attack the chicken. Chicken thinks the wolf is a giant dumbass.

It's the puppy who ruins the moment. She darts forward to snap at the chicken's leg and nearly gets pecked for it. Kevin barrels forward then and Chicken backs up, but only because it's just had its personal space invaded. It's swiping at him a moment later, claws at the ready.

Lacie hurries up behind the wolf, hands raised. No! No killing the Chicken, it makes her breakfast! That aside, of all their pets, it's the one most like her!

"Wait, wait!"

Slipping between the wolves and the bird, she makes soothing sounds at the fowl-tempered foul. (She also shoots a bit of a look over her shoulder at Kevin. No terrorizing her favorite pet!)

"Chicken!" she says, turning her attention back to the bird. "Want to go for walkies? It's been a while since we've gone for walkies!"

She gets that look right back at her. Damn straight it's been a while since they've gone for walkies, Kevin thinks; that's why he wound up managing the wretched thing for a while. Still, Big Lacie has a Chain and magical healing skills, so Kevin doesn't particularly care if she gets herself mauled a bit by a giant, sparkling chicken. His job is to tend the little one. Turning, he gently scoops up the squirming cub in his jaws and trots off, bemused at the way the puppy continues to snarl and flail around even surrounded by his teeth. Brat. Geez.

Chicken, who does not care overly much about Lacie's feelings on all this, scoots around her and gets a nice swipe in on Kevin's back end, hastening his retreat. His thick fur protects him from the worst of it, but it still stings, and he'll discover a bloody scratch back there once he's back in the house. Lacie may not let him forget the rolling and the belly rubs and the sniffing, but he's not going to let her forget that he sustained an injury on his ass -- from a chicken -- because her younger self is kinda dumb. Bah!

"Hey!" Lacie snaps, grabbing the bird's leash from where it hangs on the wall of her coop. Using its distraction to her favor, she manages to collar the bird with a deft twist of her wrist.

"C'mon. You're all going to have to learn to put up with each other. They're here to stay and so are you." she says to the bird. "I won't let them try to eat you, and you need to try not to scratch them. Now, let's go for a walk."

And so it is that while Lacie goes for a nice walk with her stupid-ass feathered friend, Kevin spends the next forty-five minutes serving as her younger self's chew toy. The Brat, it seems, was actually looking forward to duking it out with the chicken, and is none too pleased at having had her badassery interrupted.

The rabbit toy is still on the ground when Lacie returns. Letting the puppy out again wasn't worth the risk of retrieving it. When she walks in the door, she'll find Kevin sprawled across the ground looking so pissy that he practically has a storm cloud over his head, the scratch on his bum licked clean and already healing, with Lacie going after his tail. His ears and front paws are boring now, apparently, but they are showing some signs of slobbery abuse. Half-heartedly, he flicks his tail, and the little Lacie goes barreling after it, growling as she sinks her teeth into its tip. His thick fur puffs out around the sides of her mouth. Whyyyyy isn't she tired yet...?

The elder Lacie is about to be treated to the stinkiest stink-eye to ever stink. Do something about yourself, Devil-Woman.

Chicken had settled into its coop with a quarrelsome huff, and Lacie had plucked up the little rubber toy on her way inside. She grins in the face of Kevin's canine glower, and squeaks the toy to pull her younger self's attention away from him. Tossing the toy to the ground for Little Her to pounce on, she flops down beside him, watching.

"Well," she says, with (irksome) cheerfullness. "At least tonight hasn't been boring."

The toy may not distract the little Lacie for long, but between that and greeting her elder self, it gets her away from his tail, at least. With a sigh, the knight-turned-wolf curls up, nosing at his tail to investigate the damage.

Kevin doesn't like it when things aren't boring. Kevin likes laying around with Oswald, and being non-emotive like a tree stump. Quiet, peaceful, companionable tree stumps.

Lacie likes to drag tree stumps out into the sunshine, push them down and sit on them. Remember that, Kevin. She leans over, inspecting his tail as well. Doesn't look like the puppy-teeth have done too much damage...

"You know," she says, quietly, conspirationally, while her younger self is still preoccupied, "You could probably escape right now, if you were fast. Chicken's has her walk, maybe you should take one."

Edited 2013-06-19 06:43 (UTC)

The wolf eyes her as though he's not sure she's really giving him this escape route. He is Kevin and she is Lacie, so surely, there must be a catch. She wants him gone for some nefarious reason, no doubt; she and the Brat will plot hideous shenanigans, and later he will suffer, and the Chains will cackle and Oswald will make linefaces and someone will make sure Lady Shelly hears about it because that's just how his life goes.

Then again, that's just how his life goes, and all of that is going to happen again sooner or later anyway no matter what he does. He should take this chance. Unwrapping himself from the floor, Kevin waits until the puppy is not looking, and then slinks quietly out the door.

The ball will be living in Kevin's room before the week is out.

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