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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!]
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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The one and only thing that redeems this situation at all is that Kevin does not actively snuggle the man. Well. He sort of nestles in the jacket a little. But that's different. There is no snuggling to be had. Not even a cuddle, really.
Instead, he announces, "You smell like rain and smoke," which is probably just as bad. Then he's out, sleeping against Gilbert's shoulder, and he isn't going to wake again for something like a day and a half. If nothing else, Gilbert will be able to get him home without enduring any snide comments or sulking.
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He just needs to be careful that there's no. Slippage.
That being said, off he goes to deliver this precious werewolf cargo to his proper sleeping quarters.
YOU RANG?
Well then.
If no one in the house had been awake, they certainly would be now.
HURRO
Gilbert hesitates at the gate, tightening his grasp on Kevin and he turns to the left and right and then forward again. If something is about to attack, he'll have to drop the man right here. If it's another werewolf he's going to punch the Will of the Mansion in the face so help him--
HEWLLO
"Hippogriff won't pounce from the roof top."
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Even though you're just standing in the front door.
That totally counts as sneaking up on someone...
Gilbert locks eyes with the man, holds that gaze for another few moments. It's an ache in the back of his head every time he does so, but he forces himself to continue staring back at that familiar face that begs shrouded approval. Finally he swallows, readjusts Kevin on his back and starts for the door.
"Sorry to intrude," he mutters, as politely as he can manage. "He's okay. He just needs to...sleep this off."
It's a long story Glenwald, are you ready for this?
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Still, he stepped away from the front door and left it open, "The gate isn't locked, you can bring him on inside without any trouble. For the time being he can be set on the couch." Why does it sound as if this was normal? What is even wrong with this man?
"I hope he didn't give you any trouble," from inside the house why did he just walk off, "Lacie has taken up the habit of chewing on anything she can get her paws on during this time, and I don't know if Kevin has the same habit or not."
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Gilbert opens the gate, walks up to the entrance and drops his eyes politely (self-consciously) as he follows Glen inside.
"How long has he...been like this?"
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Well, as normal as this fake city could be. That had been a while now, hadn't it? Or maybe it hadn't been long at all, Glen was losing track of time lately here and there. He couldn't much help it these days, when they began to run together.
He glanced back towards Gilbert, the door closing behind him once he entered the house, "There was apparently a werewolf there, and out of fear the small Lacie managed to get a scrape from his fang when he picked her up in the form of a large wolf."
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His legacy.
"I see..." he says as he moves to set Kevin down on the couch. But before he can do so, he first asks, "Do you have something for him to wear?"
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"There should be something in his room, then again he has been borrowing my shirts at times..." This is what his life has become; if it isn't Jabberwock stealing his coats, it was Kevin stealing his shirts.
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Gently, he starts to set the man down. It's pretty obvious even with Gilbert's long jacket on that he's got no pants on.
"Do you mind dressing him?"
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"I don't, I did help take care of him when he was ill."
How was Gilbert going to get his coat bake without causing Kevin to flash the room?
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"Thank you..."
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Glen will be busy dressing Kevin in a pair of pants and the shirt without disturbing the passed out werewolf too much. Or allowing himself to be clung to as the man slept.
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"Mm. Excuse me," he says as he does just that, heading for the kitchen. Cautiously - always cautiously. He's not sure just what he'll find in here, but it's sure to be strange.
I'm too lazy to switch accounts fffff
With a turtle sat on the table behind him as the Chain looked extremely irritated.
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"Raven?" Gilbert calls out from the doorway. "Are you okay-?"
VERY GODDAMN LAZY JESUS CHRIST THIS ISN'T EVEN THE RIGHT CANON I AM SORRY
"Do you have any idea what it's like to have a small wolf pup that was once a nearly unbearable child try and snatch food to be cooked off the table?!" Wow that knife was coming down hard and fast on some round of meat right there.
No I am not sorry this is just convenient for me right now AAAAAAAAH TAG FLOOODOMFG
"N-no?! I mean the twins are walking everywhere and grabbing things off tables but nothing like this?!"
They've got the house baby-proofed, but every once in a while those kids find a way to thwart them.
CAN'T STOP ME
"I've got to deal with her far more energetic than normal every time the change is coming upon her, and with the both of them it's always meat!" Said pieces of meat are being tossed into that giant pot.
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Trying to help?!
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That was a lot of vegetables being shoved off into the pot, and finally he went about stirring the concoction and placing the lid on so that it could all cook together properly. "They can fend for themselves for a few weeks. This will last them."
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"I could help...ah, cook more food for everyone."
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Stupid people, "You'd cook for the Baskerville?" Finally, finally he actually looked back towards Gilbert, curiously with a brow arched. Well, said Baskervilles were Lacie, Glen, a younger Lacie, a houseful of Chains, a younger him.. Well, the point was there.
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