We're Wolves
Roleplaying Log: We're Wolves
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IC Details
Synopsis:

While in Scotland on a shoot, Mari encounters a young wolf who is also a young woman.

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IC Date: August 01, 2019
IC Location: The Moors of Scotland
OOC Notes & Details
Posted On: 02 Aug 2019 05:00
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Associated Plots

Summer in Scotland still has a nip in the air at night, but that doesn't bother Mari. She's spent the day being photographed around many of the natural features of the moores and some of the architectur of a nearby castle that is also holding the design team. It's later in the evening, well after dinner. Her fellow professionals are either sleeping or induling in late evening party favors, the latter of which is never anything that has held Mari's interest.

But the moors at night? Misty, long stretches of plains with intermittent forest? In a way they're almost like home, and Mari cannot resist the urge to roam amongst them. She runs, quicker than most humans, leaping over fencing and stones and the like with the ease of a gazelle.

* * *

There's a scent. It's uncertain which of them smells it first, though Mari may not have been expecting it. The wolf certainly was, and the air carries smells so very very well. An animal on the moors, though only one running alone. It's quick..it's a female, the smell is unmistakeable.

Don't underestimated it. Girls have beaten you before, and this one's strong. It slows a little, tries to get an angle that'll let it see the other without giving away position. The scent shifts, not hostile, but also uncertain.

Which one of the two is this, or both? It barely matters, because suddenly there's a wolf framed by the moon. Majestic, but clearly stepping back. Wild enough that it's not running, but it's smelled humans before. Red fur? That's…unique. And the eyes are narrow, watching.

* * *

Vixen stands stock still, meeting the eyes of the beast. "Jambo, mbwa mwitu." she says softly, and with a smile offers, "Be at ease, wild sister. I do not seek to overtake your territory." Her hand lifts, slowly, carefuly, to the totem at her throat.

When her fingers press against it, a glowing aura manifests around her in the image of a wolf, and for a split second, Mari's eyes gleam a similar golden. Her scent changes, and despite obviously being a two-legger, she is also somehow at the same time, a fellow wolf. She radiates calm, and while it works on wolves of the true canis lupus origin, whether it works on a mutant girl who happens to be in wolf form is anyone's guess.

* * *

Surprise. The acrid tang of fear hits for just a moment, as the wolf reacts oddly. There's an odd shine, as Vixen's sharper eyes spot something they may have missed a moment before. A shine on the wolf's neck, and a darkness that could only be a collar. But speaking in scents is something that humans would never understand, as the crimson wolf's scent shifts to curious, as it pushes its head down, bottom in the air, tail flagging oddly.

The hesitant and exploratory sniffing in Vixen's direction is welcoming, questioning. It seems that the odd response to magic has passed. And she suddenly sits down and tilts her head to the left in a submissive gesture. Peace offering.

This is normally done after more posing, so either it's a really smart wolf, or the magic is working well!

* * *

Vixen doesn't have the body of a wolf, but she seems able to emit something akin to scent for communication as well. Curiosity and respect. She steps closer, bends knee in front of the large red wolf, and ducks her head to gently nudge it against wolf's muzzle. A gesture of friendship, or at least not of an enemy. "You've survived a long time out here, and on your own? Where is your pack, Red?"

* * *

That's when something really odd for a wolf happens. It leans back after the nudge and listens, clearly waiting for Vixen to finish speaking. It's not acting quite right; wolves don't actually understand what you're saying. So when it opens its mouth afterward and makes motions along with a noise of some sort, it's all the stranger.

It only does it for a moment, but for all the world it looks like it was trying to talk.

The scent is more earthy and the wolf puts paws over its own maw. Then visibly takes a breath, holds it, and…vanishes.

There's no wolf, it's gone. But there is someone there, and she's got a filthy face. Bare feet, and a black skinsuit.

* * *

Vixen cocks her head to one side to one side, visibly surprised, but not startled. "Well that's new." she says, her mouth curving in a grin. "Hello, there. Do you speak English? Because if it turns out you speak French, I'd eat my hat. If I had one."

* * *

And there's a wolf again, ducking back and away. The shift is so fast, it's difficult to pin down but it looked so natural and easy. She leaned in a direction to move and just WAS a wolf, giving her an awesome ability to move that's so much more than just human.

But she circles around, finding a bit of cover this time. A simple log, but she's peering from over it, still filthy, human again. The shifts are so fast. But this time, she offers words. Too bad they're Scotch or they might make more sense.

"Ah ken.. Et's bin e laung taime." Soft, a voice meant NOT to carry.

* * *

Okay, there are a couple of blinks as Vixen tries to interpret that. It does take her a moment. "I see that." she says finally. She stays kneeling, but props her knee up, resting her chin on it. It's movement entirely without artifice. "Let me guess. What you do, it frightens the people here. They don't understand it, or they think it's wicked."

* * *

She bares her teeth a moment, and there's no doubt what it means. When a wolf bares its teeth it's not a smile, it's a message. But only for a moment, before she backs down and lowers her eyes. That's a 'yes' in body language, even if her scent isn't as obvious as it was a moment before.

Then she looks at her hands as if slightly surprised, and smiles for real. Shyly, but for real. "Human agin." She's talking to herself? perhaps, but she looks up at Vixen and then leans against th' log, her elbows pressed together. Teenage move if you've ever seen one. "Not all au thim. You are'nae afraid."

* * *

"I'm blessed." Mari explains with a smile. "The spirit of my most ancient ancestor has given me a gift, to call upon the spirits of all the animals of earth, all who ever walked, flew, or swam. I'm Mari." she presses a hand to her chest. "Though some call me vixen. What do you call yourself?"

* * *

There's the smell of rain in the air, which in Scotland means business. It's a good thing, given the current heat wave. But they've likely got a few minutes before the fog rises that so often comes with it. The girl's head tilts at the scent, clearly spotting it herself. She's got good senses even in human form, apparently.

"Rain," she says, rolling the r so hard it's almost a trill. If anyone needed proof of her breeding and didn't see the short red hair or the freckles, that trill would do it. You don't get that ability for free. Then she repeats herself. "Rahne." It sounds the same, but she's clearly not just talking about the weather.

* * *

"It's good to meet you, Rahne. I'm staying another two days here in Scotland. At the castle residence. We'll be going to the waterfall just north of the lock for the next shoot, do you know it?" Mari too recognizes the smell on the wind, and it seems to fill her with verve, straigtening her spine. "If you would like to talk to me again, I'm easy enough to find."

* * *

It's odd to see a girl acting so much like a wolf, the exact way the wolf acted like a girl not so long ago. But she does, she leans back and sort-of perks on her haunches and looks from side to side as if surveying the world, a dog in human form. She seems to be uncertain whether or not she's supposed to speak, but as the fog starts to come in foreshadowing the oncoming rain, she seems unconcerned.

"Why?" she asks softly, watching out of the corner of her eyes, as if she doesn't want to confront or anger. She's still watching, but the habits are from what must be years away from mankind. Though she's leaning toward Mari, not away. A good sign, and she…bites her lip. She REALLY wants a reason to show up, that's crystal clear.

She seems so lonely.

* * *

"Because a wolf without a pack is very lonely, Rahne." Mari says matter-of-factly. "And while I won't be here long, for the time I am here, I can provide you with company." She eyes Rahne sidelong, a touch sly. "Of course, if you'd rather I not…?"

* * *

It works a treat. Rahne is easy to predict now that she's opened up, and she almost leaps on the bait. "Tomorra?" she asks, actually taking a step forward. "Please, if…please?" She's got such power, the wolf form is HUGE, yet she's so shy.

Though the way she's acting, likely there's a record of her as well. Easy to find for someone of resources. So next time Vixen might be better prepared. Though the way that Rahne's shifting now, she either needs to pee desperately or she's on the hook.

* * *

"That sounds lovely. You can come whenever you like, but if you come to the shoot, you may have to wait a bit until I'm finished." Mari warns. "Is there anything I can bring you? Something to wear when you're in human form, as rare as it might be." She doesn't offer food, perhaps assuming Rahne hunts for herself. "You can show me the moors, if you'd like. I promise you, I can keep up."

* * *

She smiles. It's warm, open, and happy. Such a child in a lot of ways, Rahne opens up so fully when she likes you. "Come oan!" she says, then there's a wolf dancing anxiously. She didn't answer much of the questions, clearly not wanting to talk so much. But she's so …soo very clearly wanting to run on the moors with Vixen, it's almost cute.

* * *

Vixen lets her head fall back as she laughs, and rising to her feet, takes off at a loping pace - at the speed of a wolf. And that's how they'll spend an hour or two, letting the mist of the moors settle on fur and flesh alike.

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