Fumari

A Wolf's Love

Lucio – Moonlit Manor / Kitchen

There was little time to waste when the smell of rabbit was wafting through a house full of werewolves, which was Lucio’s second though, right after his son, of course. He assumed the little tike’d be waiting for food too, knowing his appetite, so he didn’t bother changing course. He strode confidently through the manor, plenty familiar with the layout of everything. It took maybe a few seconds for him to make it to the kitchen, where he just caught a glimpse of Mason scurrying off before having his attention grabbed by another, this one half-jammed inside the fridge. Lucio cocked his head to the side and smirked crookedly at the other wolf’s display.

“That really a wise choice for a hangover?” he asked, more out of curiosity than concern for his fellow pack mate. He could admit that Maks probably had as close to what Lucio would respectfully call an iron stomach, but watching the man bite down raw tripe like it was a ham sandwich was pushing it.

Ester – Edge of town / Outside of her cabin

It had taken her maybe twenty whole minutes of tip-toed jogging and a hell of a lot of coaxing, but Ester had managed to recollect all but one of her cursed hens. She spent maybe another ten minutes circling the property again, but came up empty in her search for that one, remaining chicken. Sure, it may have only been a single bird, but the thought of being outwitted by a tiny, feathered rodent kicked her pride just hard enough to irritate her. She circled back towards the cabin, grumbling, but otherwise done searching for the damned bird. There was a chance it’d find its way back anyway, so there was no real reason to fret.

Just as the woman stepped back into her own backyard, the familiar yapping of Boba began on the other side of the house. She groaned, wondering faintly if maybe, by some stroke of luck, the dumb mutt had somehow found the missing chicken. Then Jango started howling bloody murder too, darting out from inside the house and around the bend. Alarm bells rang inside Ester’s head. She knew her mutts well enough to know that her pitbull doesn’t get this fired up unless there’s wolves or people. God, she hoped it was wolves.

Ester quickly cut around the house towards the commotion, casually grabbing a shovel on her way out and hiking it up defensively. A few long strides later and she was suddenly within sights of some poor sap with an angry shiba hanging from his jacket, and a pitbull only yards off, displaying teeth. She momentarily thought that the man looked familiar, maybe from town? When she couldn’t put a name to the face though, she gave up, and simply filed him under ‘intruding stranger’.

“Oi, Boba.” Her voice snapped quickly, followed by a quick whistle, which successfully caught both dogs attention, most importantly being the shiba, who responded by releasing the offending stranger and trotting proudly over to his visibly disgruntled owner.

“You have some business here?” the woman asked coldly, less annoyed at the stranger, and more at the entirety of her days events. She didn’t care who caught the bad end of her frustration though.

@barkmeat2

Torn Across the Rift

Bizbee? What a cute name. Ryann smiled and nodded approvingly at Dimitri’s choice in names, simply happy to see that someone cared enough to give the little critter such a right. She watched with curious eyes as it flapped its bony wings, though she didn’t much care for its chirping. The sharp sound of grinding, clicking bones bothered her ears, and made her wish for a moment that the little critter had just a bit more flesh so that it could produce a proper sound. Perhaps it would sound like a bird, she thought briefly.

As the trio moved onward, Ryann found herself mostly keeping an eye on the tiny creature that sat on Herbert’s shoulder. She watched with obvious curiosity while it clung to the man’s jacket, casually noting all of its strange but charming features. It supplied a good distraction from the cold and wind, which hadn’t lessened its fierceness any in the time it took her to find companions. Had the situation been kinder, she might have been able to call the wind into submission, but sadly, it simply didn’t wish to listen to her today. She supposed her companions might have been happier had it listened. The taller fellow seemed especially bothered by it. She listened quietly to his foreign sounding curses, noting down the ones she found the most curious to ask about later.

The sudden change in footing was barely noticed, thanks to how numb the tiny avian’s feet were by now, but she did note the thick stench of burnt meat and ash that began filling her nostrils. The knot inside her stomach suddenly doubled in size, and she found herself stopping just behind Dimitri, the doorway before them. She hesitated at first, watching Herbert head inside first, but eventually, something close to curiosity and panic made her feet move.

She looped around Dimitri lightly, suddenly more aware of how sticky the ground was. Her eyes quickly found the charred forms that littered the ground—bodies, burnt a harsh black and curled into themselves like fetuses. Fire still licked at some of them, haphazardly left to burn in a few corners of the room. Then there was the center piece of the whole massacre, which left Ryann nearly reeling. A woman, torn open from the chest down and left to scream in silent agony, like some twisted piece of art. She reeked of death and something else, and left Ryann nearly choking on the knot in her stomach as it suddenly found its way to her throat. If there was ever a place she expected something nasty to be living, it was most certainly here, and that thought only added to the unease she felt for being in this place. Her small hands curled into the edges of her shirt, and she found herself scooting as far from the corpses as she could without ending up back outdoors.

"Hey. Am I interrupting? It looks like you've already got some introductions going on. I'm Will and this is Dzel- aside from that we'll just join the queue."

She jumped when a new voice broke the silence, snapping her attention to the man and woman who’d just entered the alter room. Only one of them looked as out of sorts as the rest of them. A knight of some sort? Ryann had read about them in books before, but never met one. The other looked much more suited for this place, and for a second, she wondered if maybe he was the nasty thing that lived here.

“Hello.” Ryann added shortly after Herbert’s greeting, followed by what she hoped wouldn’t be too shaky of a wave—she was wrong, but continued anyway, just to be polite. “That’s Dimitri” she pointed to the towering monk behind her a moment after Herbert’s last comment. “His name is Bert” she pointed towards Herbert while he wandered towards the center piece, unaware that she’d gotten his name wrong, “And I’m Ryann.” She ended introductions quickly and with her best attempt at a smile. She wasn’t exactly past the contents of the room, no, but she was perfectly content with accepting the distraction that suddenly walked into the room.

Torn Across the Rift

Working on a post currently as well!

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

So, how is everyone?

@Joshua Tamashii

I'm pretty good. o v o/ Been outdoors all day.

How are you?

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Lars didn’t get much of a retort past her lips before her head was suddenly turning towards the girl who sat between her and Jules. She was a tiny little thing, most likely a first year, and looked about ready to pass out now that she’d gone so red in the face. Lars herself didn’t quite understand why people got so embarrassed over normal bodily functions, but didn’t point this out to the already mortified girl. Instead, she chose to watch Jules attempt to offer a half-eaten sandwich— she silently bet that the boy had been surviving solely off of what was inside the mini fridge in his room up until now, but only smirked a bit over it.

“Jules, did you not hear how angry her stomach is? She needs real food!” Lars declared confidently and quickly looked down to the girl, waiting for some sort of response. Behind her, Bel and Gar had begun echoing her voice, the words ‘real food’ and ‘angry stomach’ being the most frequently spoken. After another moment, Lars’ took a quick glance around the Tomb, and then towards the large, hanging clock that hung over the entrance. Still early, she noted.

“Ya know, the Café has some pretty good grub.” She began with a softer smile, pointing her attention back to the two underclassmen. “We could all go grab some breakfast, if you wanted to. My treat.” She offered, not at all bothered that it would mark her second breakfast this morning (not counting snacks). Lars’ was still plenty familiar with how stressful being a first year could be, even if it’d been years since she’d been one, so she was always happy to help incoming first years when she got the chance to.

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

So, halfway through writing my post, and my computer decides that the best way to convince me to take an update was to fake a blue screen and then abruptly shut itself down.

Will have a post up shortly though, after its rewritten. Just wanted to whine about it some, pf.

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

At first, Lars thought it was Mercury and Pluto arguing with the intercom on again. The familiar sound of their frighteningly senile shofars was always floating through the air from somewhere in the King Tutt, like the place was haunted (the horrors to come if either of the two bags died here though, no doubt). But they sounded awfully loud though, and uncannily close? Like they were practically right beside her…

Lars stole a glance—one tiny, little, paranoid glance at her birds and then practically snorted from laughing so hard so suddenly. Her birds babble had always been entertaining, but this was downright hilarious. The little witch curled into herself between bouts of laughter, knowing full well now who was responsible for her poor birds’ sudden voice over (if the familiar sounding laughter two seats over was any clue). It took her a good second, especially after Gar’s (or should she say Pluto’s?) last comment, but Lars eventually managed to calm her diaphragm long enough to reach down and pull her wand from inside her boot. One mumbled incantation and a quick wrist twist later, and the two presently confused birds were back to squawking unintelligibly into the air. Lar’s turned her attention to the true culprit then, a wide grin stretching across her face.

“You know, you’re really lucky neither of those two feather heads have held a grudge against you yet.” She announced to the younger wizard, who was currently laughing behind some poor girl. Jules was an underclassman, and a part of both Tituba and MCC, so Lars knew and got along with the kid fairly well. The jokes weren’t anything new either, and only the tip of what she hoped would be an iceberg of fun this year.

“When the heck did you get on the Tutt?” She asked then, done with her laughter and suddenly amazed that she hadn’t seen him around until now. This place was large, yes, but not too large that you couldn’t spot a familiar face if you frequented it enough. Maybe she’d been on this bloody road trip a bit too long.

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

I'd be down for that if the others are cool with it too, yeah!

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

I definitely think Lars and Jules could have a good relationship, especially cause they're in the same house. They could get into all sorts of shenanigans together. Add in Aella and Dors (if they're willing) and we could have a Mauraders dynamic (since they're all in Magical Creatures Club).

Amelia's in the same house as Lars and Jules right? She could easily become friends with either of them.

Salem Witches' Institute {Harry Potter}

Ohhh, true! I'm totally down for some pre-established friendship, if you wanna?
Same offer extends to everyone, too. I like punching out character relationships earlier rather than later.