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| Topic Started: Dec 3 2014, 02:03 AM (188 Views) | |
| Werewolf | Dec 3 2014, 02:03 AM Post #1 |
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November 25th 6:30 pm "Mm.. needs more basil," Jack Russell murmured to himself. Stooping over a stock pot full of boiling broth, the feral man adeptly reached for the herb window box without looking and plucked a few leaves between the pads of his fingers. Although the cabin nestled in the woods on the Xavier Institute's grounds belonged to a family of three, there was no mistaking Jack's domain for anywhere but the kitchen. For many years his stove consisted of an aluminum can filled with tinder, and should he want for flavoring whatever was budding in his presence would have to do; at the time that was his life--wonderfully simple. As much as Jack had wandered in his younger years, he would not trade what he had now to get any of that back. Tonight marked the two year anniversary of being married to his wife Rahne as well as the first year with their son. With preparations for end of semester exams underway and impending school holidays, the Russells had opted for a quiet night at home to celebrate--or at least as quiet as their son's rambunctious nature might allow. "Hungry, Greg?" Jack asked aloud as he stirred the stew still boiling on the stovetop. "Dah!" his son cooed in response from his high chair, contentedly gnawing on a rawhide chain of teething rings. With Greg's baby teeth beginning to cut, his incessant chewing was only interrupted when he banged his new toy against his tray to babble nonsensically when he felt it was too quiet. The toddler mutant's preference for toys intended for dogs would have horrified a straight-laced human, but anything that stayed Greg's clawed fingers and mouth full of sharp baby teeth was more than welcome as far as Jack was concerned. Jack's keen senses then detected that Rahne had returned from cleaning up, and he glanced softly over his shoulder with a smile to look her over. "Good timing.. dinner will be ready soon." Appearing to ponder for a moment, the feral man dipped his long-handled wooden spoon into the stew, and gently held out the spoon brimming with venison stew in his wife's direction as he tutted,”Rae, um.. I'm just not so sure about it. Taste this.” He waited eagerly for her approval, mimicking the hitch in his brows by prematurely rising up onto his toes. Although the feral man had been married to his lovely mate for two years to the day and they had born a son from their union, he still liked to hear her say good things about his cooking. |
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| Wolfsbane | Dec 3 2014, 04:29 AM Post #2 |
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There was something quite nice about an evening shower, especially after a day spent helping kids finger paint their Thanksgiving hand-turkeys, which left bits of brightly colored paint smattered all around her skin - red, blue, purple, green - the paints swirled down the drain in a very satisfying way and now she was squeaky clean, just in time to get messy again for Greg's dinner time, which at times seemed to be just as much playtime as it did eating time. "Well, good on that, 'cause I am that hungry that I could eat... well, I could eat a good lot, let's just say that. Should'nae skipped lunch," Rahne said as she strolled in to the kitchen, hair still damp from the toweling. She took in a deep breath from her nose, savoring the scent of the stew that permeated the kitchen. "Och, smells heavenly," she said with a nod of her head before looking to Greg, who seemed intent on beating the hell out of his new toy. That usually meant that his excitement was getting difficult to contain, but whether he was hungry or just bored, she hadn't yet learned to tell the difference. It wasn't like when he was an infant anymore. She stepped forward and hesitantly took the bite offered, huffing on it a bit to dispel some of the heat. She pondered it in her mouth a bit before swallowing, thinking over what she was tasting. "F'r my taste, I could stand a dash more salt, but I'd have nary a problem eatin' it straight as it is either," she said with a soft, small smile. "Texture of the meat is perfect though. Ye've got quite the knack f'r gettin' that just the way I like it." |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Werewolf | Dec 14 2014, 04:27 AM Post #3 |
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Even as Rahne told him what was missing from their still simmering dinner, Jack could not stop himself from beaming as she complimented the texture of the venison. "Well I like to think that I know what you like, yeah?" Jack remarked as he put the spoon aside to lid the hot stock pot. "Now sit, sit," he shooed affectionately, steering Rahne towards the kitchen table with two hands lingering on her hips. Their special day's proximity to Thanksgiving had not gone unnoticed by him, and he had thus far chosen to celebrate their anniversary by being grateful for all that his wife had done for him and doting on her at every chance. "We've still got a few minutes until it's ready, so how about we get the uh.. celebration started early with some wine?" After he had pulled out his wife's chair, Jack reached for a freshly uncorked bottle of cabernet on the table and generously poured a serving for each of them in two crystal wine glasses gifted to them for their wedding. Glad to get off his feet for a moment, Jack sank into the empty chair next to his wife and offered her one of the glasses. "I know we aren't alone this year.. but um.. we always wanted a family right? It'll be a new thing. Wine and fine cooking for us, and cereal for our son until he's old enough to join us.” Smiling softly and taking a sip from his glass, Jack looked affectionately towards Greg and found himself gazing fondly at an empty high chair. "Sonofa...," the feral man choked, unintentionally inhaling a mouthful of cabernet in surprise and effectively ruining the build up to his romantic moment as he tried to cough it back up. "...bistcuit!" Jack finally gasped as he wiped his mouth with the back of is hand and cast a precautionary reproachful look at Rahne. "I said biscuit!" Carefully replacing his wine glass down on the table, Jack pushed back from the table to begin searching for Greg. "I swear, Rae.. sometimes I can blink and our son is just gone. He’s always off getting into something..,” Jack shook his head and thoughtfully added,”...I wonder where he gets that from?” The feral man paused as he reached the doorway to the living room, looking pointedly back at his lovely wife with a knowing look. “Nevermind. Don’t answer that—we both know exactly where he gets it from." |
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| Wolfsbane | Dec 14 2014, 07:35 PM Post #4 |
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"Alright, ye've convinced me," Rahne said with a chuckle as she took her usual seat. A quick glance over at their baby boy was more than enough to convince her that seated was right where she needed to be. Lucky them, he was distracted with his toy, so he wasn't going anywhere any time soon. "I'll nae say 'no' t' that," Rahne laughed, tipping up the wine glass he offered her in a cheers of sorts. Days like these, she full well understood why it was a running gag that teachers were the top consumers of wine and other alcoholic beverages. It was a good day, but stressful and chaotic in the execution of it. And she certainly could use a little bit of something a bit stronger than tap water. "Well, if I remember correctly, we weren't technically alone last year either, what with this wee little rascal just startin' t' get to the point where he was feelin' like I'd swallowed a grapefruit whole an' it was just sittin' in muh-" Jack's interruption of an exclamation took her off her guard, and she immediately followed her gaze. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw set a bit. "I swear, I'm gettin' t' thinkin' we're gonna need to put him in a bloody straight-jacket f'r supper time," she growled, getting up as the search began, her nose twitching as she instinctively began searching first for their son's scent before even trying to see him. "And I rather think we're both at fault f'r his wanderlust tendencies. Ye catchin' his scent yet?" Granted, the scents of the stew cooking on the stove top were helping to mask him a bit, so maybe she would have to start looking with her eyes this time. And to think, she was so certain that he wasn't going to make a break for it tonight. "Oh, Greeeeeg, where are ye, ye wee stinker?" she called out, hoping he'd respond to mommy's voice. |
![]() [size0]Say the dog and butterfly, in the air they like to fly. Dog and butterfly. She knew she had to try, and she float back down to the warm soft ground, laughing - she don't know why, but she had to try, she had to try. Dog and Buttefly. Avatar by Natalie, signature by Olga. My graphics set is complete again! Thank you so much! | |
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| Werewolf | Jan 3 2015, 04:35 AM Post #5 |
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Making haste through their living room, Jack paused as he approached the wood hewn stairs and went completely still. His blue eyes narrowed, followed by a barely discernible twitch of his nose as he tested the air. The feral man frowned and motioned quietly for his wife to follow him as he bounded almost silently up the steps, taking two at a time. With each pace, Jack's ire began to grow. Logically, he understood that his son was only nine months old and could not be held responsible for his own actions or curiosity, but emotionally he grimly accepted that Greg could not be held to the same standards as a human. Even as an infant he placed at the 95th percentile for physical development and already had more teeth than children twice his age. Father and son were destined to have a heart to heart as soon as the son was old enough to understand, but at least someone would be there to give it to him. Keeping light on his toes, Jack followed Greg's trail and passed absent-mindedly by the bedroom he and his wife shared. Instinctively, his gaze flickered to the opposite wall where a wedding portrait of the happy couple hung in an ornate frame. Flanking the picture was a full-length mirror, and in addition to the room reflected in the glass was the face of an infant child--a human one. Whose baby is that? Jack thought incredulously, stopping in his tracks the moment he finished the thought. His breath bobbed in his throat as awareness dawned on him. Holy shit. That's.. my baby. Standing slack jawed with amazement in the doorway, Jack blindly reached to his side and groped for his wife's hand to pull her close, whispering her name so quietly that even he could not hear himself. Babbling nonsensically, Greg had his tiny hands pressed against the mirror as he peered at his own reflection. Gone were the claws, the tail, and the fine coat of downy auburn fur, but their absence revealed a human likeness that was not too far removed from what had been there before. The mop of hair on Greg's human scalp was a warm russet, falling in soft waves over the fair complexion of his forehead. And although his snout had been replaced with a rounded button nose, his eyes still gleamed a brilliant gold--almond shaped like his mother's, but hooded beneath a serious and inquisitive brow like his father. "He... he has freckles," Jack mumbled in awe, his own eyes flashing vermillion as they adjusted to see his son's reflection from a distance. He felt frozen in place, certain that if he moved Greg would become startled and whisk away this glimpse of his human shape. |
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| Wolfsbane | Jan 3 2015, 04:53 AM Post #6 |
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"Relax, Jack, he's nae gone far, an' he's nae hurt himself," Rahne said, her nose twitching as she tried to catch his scent. She couldn't hear any distress from him, couldn't smell any blood. He wasn't hurt, wasn't upset, so he was just off... being Greg, she supposed. He was a curious boy, a boy who needed to know, needed to see things, experience them. He had a naturally healthy sense of play and a very tactile way of experiencing the world. He needed to feel things, smell them, taste them. He needed to... "Oh muh God," Rahne whispered after Jack pulled her in, eyes going wide. There had been theories that he could change, guesses and postulations, but never any evidence, never any proof. Until now. Somehow, he'd done it. She couldn't help but bring her hand up to her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes a bit. Her boy had accomplished something amazing, something incredible that she wasn't sure he'd be able to do. This would open up so many doors for him, would allow him a broader experience of the world that on some level she always worried he might not have. "He's got my freckles," she said softly, smirking up to her husband as she corrected him. "Yuir nose, though. Look at that!" Carefully, she stepped forward, bending low to get closer to her baby boy. "Lookit you, ye beautiful wee bairn," she spoke softly, reaching out to touch him on the shoulder. He wouldn't be as strong in this shape, wouldn't be as physically capable. He'd be more developed than a typical child his age, but not nearly as much as he was in his wolf form. This was clearly a shock to him. He was looking in the mirror and not recognizing the face that looked back at him. She remembered that feeling very well, even after all these years. Except for her, it was the other way around. She looked into the mirror and saw a strange, fur-covered face staring at her in terror. "Och, Jack - who'd a' thought our second anniversary would be this kind o' special, aye?" |
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