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ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ([personal profile] perdre) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-04-29 02:44 pm

( OPEN LOG | here be giant wolves )

Date & Time: Backdated to the blackout!
Location: Around the city, making his way to the Outlands. Random spots, most of them a little isolated.
Characters: Peter (aka random giant black wolf) and YOU!
Summary: Peter takes advantage of the black out to go around in his wolf form to get some energy and food he needs. This means hunting down critters and eating them raw. Blech. Feel free to run into him and possibly find a friend in a giant black wolf.
Warnings: tba!


He sniffs the ground carefully, head lifting to look up at the sky, try to find stars he can recognize. No such thing; be it the passage of time or the geography has changed their place or simply made constellations unrecognizable. There wasn't much point in using them to guide him anyway - the way to the Outlands and back shouldn't be too hard when he's got several senses to lead the way.

So he makes use of them, padding and occasionally running, always careful not to stir too much attention, good or bad. Wouldn't want anyone using his or her weapon against him just because he gave them an accidental fright, would we...
whatsupcroc: (☈ coyote: slinkin' in real close)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-04-29 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Collette made her way free of the building once she'd escaped from the elevator. It was unfortunate, timing wise, and then it was irritating on a personal level that she chose to turn into an opportunity. One wheelchair was elevator-locked, and the other was floor locked by being back in her apartment.

She wasn't forced to stay inside. She probably should have been, but the itching feeling of wanting to do had left her bidding farewell to her fellow escapee and then morphing into a shape better meant for cruising around familiar territory.

As a coyote, she'd slunk out of the apartments, sticking to shadows and keeping to uncoordinated routes that wound slowly toward the less habited areas. She doesn't feel so much like walking into people today, enjoying the scent of things caught out in the rain, tracking down something odd here, something familiar there, and then slowing down as she catches a scent that's family -- but not.

Canine? She's wary, trying to parse if its anything like the native canines, but it lacks that edge that tickles her sinuses like all the mutated canines did. It's not the scent of the large wolf accompanying the kid who she'd run into before, a scent she'd gone out of her way to avoid after being sicced; nor was it any of the others she could identify from memory.

She probably should have been scared. Coyotes aren't imposing at their size, smaller than any natural wolf, let alone something larger. Yet the idea is exciting as well as cautious, moving forward quietly and then pausing again as the scent gets newer to brace her legs and announce herself.

< Anyone out here? > She yips, vocalizing just in case she was dealing with something that was pure animal. Thought Speak into the mind of something non-sentient tended to produce more confusion than a vocalization the animal could recognize as coming from another animal, unlike or like itself. < I smell something, but I'm not sure if that's someone getting a new family member named Fido or not. Up for a game of fetch? >

She's amused by her suggestion, nonserious as it is, and it carries in her mental tone.
whatsupcroc: (☈ coyote: slinkin' in real close)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-04-30 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
No immediate response makes her go still. He doesn't go on the offensive. Even reading his body posture isn't immediately threatening, though it is intimidating. He's a wolf in prime, and larger than anything else she knows.

Thought Speak, limited as it is in one direction, doesn't give her insight, but her brain and the coyote's instinctual responses do. This might be more like the wolf running with the little girl, or it might be more similar to a shape-shifter, or even more simply an intelligent animal in its own right.

There's one obvious response to have.

Collette slowly, deliberately, lowers her front into a play posture, ears perking forward and tongue lolling out, hiding as much of her teeth as she can. She doesn't make direct eye contact, focusing instead on the wolf's shoulder.

< I'm Collette. It's nice to meet you! > Nice and playful, being as nonthreatening as she can while being proactive. The part that said run or roll over is shrugged off for now.
whatsupcroc: (☈ coyote: slinkin' in real close)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-05-01 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Collette holds her position, letting the tip of her tail shiver in an almost wag as he gets closer. Definitely intelligent, though she's still not sure if he's on his own or not. More of her is tempted to think werewolf, but after having lived with one and swum with another who'd wanted her guarantee on keeping his secret, she tended to have reason to assume the ludicrous.

Besides, even if this wolf wasn't, he might take her up on her play offer. She can use the distraction!
whatsupcroc: (☈ coyote: slinkin' in real close)

[personal profile] whatsupcroc 2013-05-03 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Collette thinks much the same, though she supposes it actually makes sense that most werewolves were like real wolves in that they couldn't speak like people or Andalites in wolf form. Body posture, a whole other language of its own, totally still applied!

Though she does find the paw on the head amusing, one ear twitching forward at the touch, then a sudden sneezing exhalation of laughter when its taken off. She lifts her chin up, both ears perked forward, and slams her paws on the ground again.

Reveals can wait until later! In a very mature move, she wants to know if they'll -- he'll -- play now! Come on, Mr. Wolf, you know you want to! < We'll get to proper introductions at some point. For now... >

She repeats the same stamping movement with her feet. < You're it! > Darting forward, she spins and thwacks her tail into his chest before sprinting off.