ghostwolf | 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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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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