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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 7:36 pm
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There was a full grown god damn wolverine pacing in front of the door, claws scoring marks in the ground, a deep growl reverberating from deep within his chest -- its' eyes were space-dark, green galaxies throughout.
At Ollie's chitter, it stopped, turned, and growled once real low; inquisitive, of course, but coming from a wolverine it really didn't make much of a difference. It was still a big, scary noise.
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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2017 5:09 pm
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Another, deeper, viscerally annoyed huff; and Ashton touched noses - and there it was, Pack, family, friend, close close - same-like - and he pulled back, wondering how best to communicate on times like these; and, well -- he had an idea, maybe. It might not have been a good one, but he was no telepath and he was very tired, and he would do what he could.
A few dedicated seconds of dainty claw-pulling through nearby dirt, and there was one word written out:
LEAVE?
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 8:26 am
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There were many things in life that gave Oliver fear. Actually, anxiety was a better word; stress. For some bizarre, completely-going-against-Mother-Nature reason, communicating with wolverines just wasn't one of them. Now, it might have been months before, but apparently transforming into a raccoon had that sort of effect on a person. His nose was pointed in the air as he tried to sniff a way out. It unfortunately didn't work that way.
Well, whatever. He'd found his way out with Jamie before.
The main problem was the lacking ability to open doors. Those functioned very well as portals between the worlds, but he didn't have the height—nor the thumbs—to do so. This basically left entryways and alleyways and so on, coupled with the added hopefully-no-one's-going-to-see-us-on-the-other-side.
But he'd made it this far at least. Survived one full moon to tell the tale. Was pretty confident he'd at least live the second. Maybe not the third.
His ears swiveled when he caught a good looking location for crossing over. It was an alley squeezed between two buildings, narrow and inconspicuous. He turned his head over his shoulder to look at the wolverine, a chirp-like bark of a sound heralding the way over towards it, his tiny little paws moving him quickly.
He slipped between the buildings, disappeared into the darkness.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 9:40 am
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Ashton padded after, surprisingly quiet, sniffing after Oliver - if they'd been able to communicate he might have been able to explain that through sheer force of effort he'd figured out how to open doors without opposable thumbs, but some things just weren't meant to be, not without proper human vocal chords. (Some days you just couldn't get rid of a nagging sense of disquiet, even if you were an animal. It was truly unfortunate that way.)
It wasn't like he had much to lose here, anyways, because what was the worst option? Oliver slipped out, he didn't, and he just stayed here until he found a way out later? It wasn't really all that terrible, just mildly annoying.[/quiet]
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 3:40 pm
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Walking through the alleyway wasn't any more insightful than it would be any other time. The moon was high above them, but here it was dark, here the shadows seemed to swallow them up whole. Encapsulate them.
Except then the shadows washed away to something lighter—a cooler sort of grey—and the clouds overhead started to move and the wind started to blow again. Time ticked back into place, but it was late. People had already gone about their lives and retired for the night, sans the occasional lone wolf patrolling the sidewalks. But here in the alley—it was safe, mostly.
Oliver said mostly, because it was a dead end, and there was a wolverine-walker behind him. Sure he had given whoever it might be the benefit of the doubt, but there were a number of things that could be hidden behind that fluffy exterior. It didn't magically mean they weren't like, a serial killer or a mugger or something. Use the raccoon-kid to get out of Ashdown's hell-twin, then take all his money. Jokes on you wolverine-thief, Oliver was a starving college student. He didn't have any money.
Or maybe his anxiety was speaking for him. He slowly turned around to face the moonwalker in question.
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Posted: Sat Mar 11, 2017 4:06 pm
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Ashton cocked his head at Oliver, staring, staring, waiting for something -- but when it didn't come (and he seemed sure enough nobody was going to walk in and stare at him or Oliver mid-transformation), the wolverine's form started to shift, bones reorganizing, resorting, bipedal; and relatively soon enough a human (well, human-like, still the ears and tail and claws, all of that) stood in front of the raccoon.
A thin, androgynous, pretty blonde; Ashton would have been maybe an inch taller than Oliver if they'd both been human at the time. His hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, though, and there was sweat shining on his brow a little; he was in a tank top and pajama pants, comfy, bare-footed. If nothing else, he seemed shy; hesitant to look down at Ollie.
"...thank you."
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2017 12:14 pm
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Well, that made him feel somewhat better. Whoever this was looked just as bedraggled and unfortunate as Oliver felt, so there was some bit of camaraderie there. After a second the raccoon before Ashton shifted himself; his bones bending and aching and reorganizing into something more fitting of a human physique.
However, Ollie still looked a little more dignified. This was only his second full moon, and he still found it necessary to dress for the occasion. He wasn't... presentable, not in his eyes, but he also wasn't gowned up in pajamas. To that end, he also looked much younger than Ashton did.
"It's not a problem." He said with a tired huff, still crouched on the floor where he had shifted. Slowly he stood, the tail and the ears and the mask under his eyes far more prominent now that he wasn't in the shadow of the buildings (and Ashton himself). "I usually hang out in the Otherworld a little longer, but that's only because I can find my way out easily." The tail flicked around unevenly. He hadn't fully mastered control over all his new muscles.
"I didn't know there were any... wolverine-walkers though." His eyes glinted, "I mean, I heard there had been an incident at Blackfriars, but..." He shrugged, "Well, whatever. You're welcome. I'm Oliver."
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