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Apr. 24th, 2012 11:15 amIt's slow work.
Wolf still can't read that great -- though he has every line of The Book of Good Farming memorized -- and his printing is better than it used to be, but still pretty sloppy. The art class he took with Miss. Charlie was a lot of fun, but he's still not very good at any of it. His drawings come out strange because he still has trouble holding the pencil and his paintings are a little better, but sometimes are just a big mess. Wolf doesn't mind, he likes doing all those things and he knows that anything worthwhile takes time.
But this is different. This is hard because he wants all the little paper animals to be just right. The book he found on the shelf has a lot of words, but the pictures are easy to follow and Wolf finds that he's good at this. Not as good as Cassie, but he's a lot better at folding the tiny pieces of paper into animal shapes than he is at painting or drawing.
Slowly, meticulously, he's mastering each fold. There have been a few mistakes, a few little animals crumpled into balls and tossed to the ground outside his hut. But he has a little collection of completed animals, ones that he's planning on giving to the people who helped him with the Box. The dog he made for Tommy is resting beside him on the table along with some of the others, but it's Tommy he sees first.
He grins, excited, and stands up from his table, bumping it with his knees. Most of the animals fall over, but he rights them again carefully as he bellows, "TOMMY!"
Wolf still can't read that great -- though he has every line of The Book of Good Farming memorized -- and his printing is better than it used to be, but still pretty sloppy. The art class he took with Miss. Charlie was a lot of fun, but he's still not very good at any of it. His drawings come out strange because he still has trouble holding the pencil and his paintings are a little better, but sometimes are just a big mess. Wolf doesn't mind, he likes doing all those things and he knows that anything worthwhile takes time.
But this is different. This is hard because he wants all the little paper animals to be just right. The book he found on the shelf has a lot of words, but the pictures are easy to follow and Wolf finds that he's good at this. Not as good as Cassie, but he's a lot better at folding the tiny pieces of paper into animal shapes than he is at painting or drawing.
Slowly, meticulously, he's mastering each fold. There have been a few mistakes, a few little animals crumpled into balls and tossed to the ground outside his hut. But he has a little collection of completed animals, ones that he's planning on giving to the people who helped him with the Box. The dog he made for Tommy is resting beside him on the table along with some of the others, but it's Tommy he sees first.
He grins, excited, and stands up from his table, bumping it with his knees. Most of the animals fall over, but he rights them again carefully as he bellows, "TOMMY!"
NDPD - River & Zoe
Jan. 18th, 2012 09:18 pmFor a long, long time, Wolf just stares at the big hutch that's appeared just outside his hut. He's seen them before, he knows what animals are supposed to live in them, but he's never had one of his own. Even now, he isn't sure that there are any bunnies inside it or if someone just built a hutch here overnight to keep their rabbits safe.
Still, he can't stop himself from approaching. There's a white card attached to the door and he looks at it curiously for a moment before breaking into a grin. There are still a lot of words Wolf can't read, but he knows his own name, right here and now, and that's what's printed on that white card, clear as day. To Wolf it says and even if it's just the hutch, he knows he'll be able to find bunnies to put inside.
Then there's a noise from inside and he takes a surprised step back before he rushes forward, pressing his nose against the mesh to look inside. There, nestled in the hay, are two little bunnies. One brown and one grey.
By the time he sees River and Zoe, Wolf has named the rabbits and is sitting in front of the hutch holding one and then the other, trading off, back and forth, stroking their soft fur and talking to them and explaining to them how their lives will be with him. He holds Phil in one hand, then lifts his other to wave at River.
"I got a present!" he bellows joyfully.
Still, he can't stop himself from approaching. There's a white card attached to the door and he looks at it curiously for a moment before breaking into a grin. There are still a lot of words Wolf can't read, but he knows his own name, right here and now, and that's what's printed on that white card, clear as day. To Wolf it says and even if it's just the hutch, he knows he'll be able to find bunnies to put inside.
Then there's a noise from inside and he takes a surprised step back before he rushes forward, pressing his nose against the mesh to look inside. There, nestled in the hay, are two little bunnies. One brown and one grey.
By the time he sees River and Zoe, Wolf has named the rabbits and is sitting in front of the hutch holding one and then the other, trading off, back and forth, stroking their soft fur and talking to them and explaining to them how their lives will be with him. He holds Phil in one hand, then lifts his other to wave at River.
"I got a present!" he bellows joyfully.
[Halloween]
Oct. 21st, 2011 02:58 pmWhen Wolf wakes that morning, it's to the sight of a small stuffed crab struggling to climb onto his bed. For a long time, he doesn't understand what's happening, only stares at the toy with a look of faint confusion as it grunts and heaves itself against the blanket Wolf sleeps with, glaring at him with a sort of murderous hatred he's seen before. He's just never seen it on the face of a stuffed animal.
"Why are you moving?" he asks it, but it doesn't answer.
When Wolf sets his feet on the ground, the crab changes course, scuttling across the floor, the pinchers snapping wildly. He lifts his feet again, still confused, and the crab stops right under where he's sitting. Wolf's never heard a crab make noises like this one is making, especially not a toy, and he frowns down at it. It's the toy he'd won at the carnival, he remembers that, but it's never done this before.
Still frowning, he sets his feet down again, only to jerk them back when the pinchers finally sink into the soft skin of his ankle and he lets out a soft howl of pain. It wants to hurt him and so Wolf does the only thing he knows how, which is to set his feet down on top of the shell, crushing the little toy in the instant he stands up. It stops moving, stuffing spilling out and Wolf continues to stare down at it, still deeply confused.
Wolf dresses, still throwing deeply distrustful looks in the crab's direction, then goes outside. The day that greets him is not the one he expects. There are people shouting and all over are tiny things, just toys, but they look angry. They're different and Wolf wonders if this happens at all carnivals. If everyone knew this would happen but him.
A moment later, it doesn't matter. There's a shout nearby and he turns, fury and fear coursing through him as he sees someone being attacked. It's one of his, one that he's promised to himself that he'll protect and in an instant Wolf turns, racing toward them.
"Why are you moving?" he asks it, but it doesn't answer.
When Wolf sets his feet on the ground, the crab changes course, scuttling across the floor, the pinchers snapping wildly. He lifts his feet again, still confused, and the crab stops right under where he's sitting. Wolf's never heard a crab make noises like this one is making, especially not a toy, and he frowns down at it. It's the toy he'd won at the carnival, he remembers that, but it's never done this before.
Still frowning, he sets his feet down again, only to jerk them back when the pinchers finally sink into the soft skin of his ankle and he lets out a soft howl of pain. It wants to hurt him and so Wolf does the only thing he knows how, which is to set his feet down on top of the shell, crushing the little toy in the instant he stands up. It stops moving, stuffing spilling out and Wolf continues to stare down at it, still deeply confused.
Wolf dresses, still throwing deeply distrustful looks in the crab's direction, then goes outside. The day that greets him is not the one he expects. There are people shouting and all over are tiny things, just toys, but they look angry. They're different and Wolf wonders if this happens at all carnivals. If everyone knew this would happen but him.
A moment later, it doesn't matter. There's a shout nearby and he turns, fury and fear coursing through him as he sees someone being attacked. It's one of his, one that he's promised to himself that he'll protect and in an instant Wolf turns, racing toward them.
[Charlie - Drawing]
Sep. 24th, 2011 06:21 pmWolf likes school, he really does, and he's trying hard to show up on time for all his classes and do all his work, but some of the classes are hard. Reading and writing aren't easy, but writing is way harder than reading. At least Wolf can already read some things -- not very many, but some, thanks to The Book of Good Farming -- but he can't write at all and it's hard to learn.
Back home, Wolfs didn't have to write. They didn't hold pens or pencils or even crayons, so as much as he likes the idea of art, it's sort of hard for him, too. He isn't very good at it, no matter what he tries, but he does keep trying, even if his shapes don't look like they're supposed to. He has a big pad of paper and a pencil that's awkward to hold, partly because he doesn't know which hand to hold it in. He tries his right, but it feels weird, so he tries his left, but it feels weird, too. Slowly, very slowly, he's getting more and more frustrated, so he decides to go find Miss Charlie, with the pretty red hair, and ask her for some help.
Closing the pad of paper, Wolf gets to his feet and looks at the Compound for a long moment. He doesn't like going in there very much, so he hopes Charlie is at her office instead and he heads for the school, the paper tucked under his arm and his pencil held tightly in his hand.
As always when he enters a building, his shoulders slump a little and he begins to look guilty, as if he shouldn't be there. But he's allowed, he knows that. It still feels weird, even if he's allowed, like a different world.
"Miss Charlie?" he asks quietly, knocking on the door of her office. "Can Wolf ask you something?"
Back home, Wolfs didn't have to write. They didn't hold pens or pencils or even crayons, so as much as he likes the idea of art, it's sort of hard for him, too. He isn't very good at it, no matter what he tries, but he does keep trying, even if his shapes don't look like they're supposed to. He has a big pad of paper and a pencil that's awkward to hold, partly because he doesn't know which hand to hold it in. He tries his right, but it feels weird, so he tries his left, but it feels weird, too. Slowly, very slowly, he's getting more and more frustrated, so he decides to go find Miss Charlie, with the pretty red hair, and ask her for some help.
Closing the pad of paper, Wolf gets to his feet and looks at the Compound for a long moment. He doesn't like going in there very much, so he hopes Charlie is at her office instead and he heads for the school, the paper tucked under his arm and his pencil held tightly in his hand.
As always when he enters a building, his shoulders slump a little and he begins to look guilty, as if he shouldn't be there. But he's allowed, he knows that. It still feels weird, even if he's allowed, like a different world.
"Miss Charlie?" he asks quietly, knocking on the door of her office. "Can Wolf ask you something?"
[For Neil]
Aug. 22nd, 2011 03:44 pmWhen Wolf slinks into the Winchester, it's the smell of food that draws him there. There are all sorts of delicious things to eat on the island, but he doesn't like going inside to the kitchen, even when he knows he has to eat. The showers are the biggest draw for him, warm water instead of the cold water in the waterfalls. The Winchester is different, too. The building isn't as bad as the Compound -- he feels better in it, anyway -- and Neil is there, which makes Wolf grin and wave.
"What's that smell?" he asks, sniffing deeply again. It smells good, like meat, but there are other smells, too. Like the Queen's ale, which warms him, even though he'd never been allowed to taste it.
"Smells like ale," he adds cheerfully, wandering closer to Neil, still walking on his toes, like he expects the walls to start to close in on him. They don't, of course, but he still feels a little weird being inside, even though it all smells so nice.
"What's that smell?" he asks, sniffing deeply again. It smells good, like meat, but there are other smells, too. Like the Queen's ale, which warms him, even though he'd never been allowed to taste it.
"Smells like ale," he adds cheerfully, wandering closer to Neil, still walking on his toes, like he expects the walls to start to close in on him. They don't, of course, but he still feels a little weird being inside, even though it all smells so nice.
[Dated to Wednesday the 18th - For Rahne]
May. 18th, 2011 08:37 pmNow he knows for sure.
It was easier to forget what Rahne told him about not being a Wolf anymore, because the idea of not being able to run with the moon is scary and sad. It was easier just to forget and instead to worry about his new friends and make sure he was locked up and they were kept safe when the moon was big. But now he knows none of it was necessary and he feels... well, he feels sad and stupid and lost.
If he's not a Wolf, then he's not anything.
Lying on the ground near the Compound, his feet bare, his arms stretched out in the grass over his head, Wolf looks up at the moon. She's still full, still his moon, but she isn't at the same time. The hair hasn't grown on his hands or feet and he doesn't feel the need or the hunger. Lying in the grass under the moon, he's still just himself. There's no more running. No more going.
It makes him sad.
Sniffling softly, Wolf lifts one hand to wipe away a tear that's trickled down his cheek. Jack would tell him it's okay. He'd say that he's still a Wolf, no matter what the moon does, and Wolf wants to believe it, but he doesn't feel it in his heart anymore. That's the worst part. He can't even feel it.
"God pound it," he mutters, wiping at his face again. "Bastard moon!"
It was easier to forget what Rahne told him about not being a Wolf anymore, because the idea of not being able to run with the moon is scary and sad. It was easier just to forget and instead to worry about his new friends and make sure he was locked up and they were kept safe when the moon was big. But now he knows none of it was necessary and he feels... well, he feels sad and stupid and lost.
If he's not a Wolf, then he's not anything.
Lying on the ground near the Compound, his feet bare, his arms stretched out in the grass over his head, Wolf looks up at the moon. She's still full, still his moon, but she isn't at the same time. The hair hasn't grown on his hands or feet and he doesn't feel the need or the hunger. Lying in the grass under the moon, he's still just himself. There's no more running. No more going.
It makes him sad.
Sniffling softly, Wolf lifts one hand to wipe away a tear that's trickled down his cheek. Jack would tell him it's okay. He'd say that he's still a Wolf, no matter what the moon does, and Wolf wants to believe it, but he doesn't feel it in his heart anymore. That's the worst part. He can't even feel it.
"God pound it," he mutters, wiping at his face again. "Bastard moon!"
[Dated to Saturday the 14th - For Keith]
May. 11th, 2011 09:50 pmThey won't let him lock them up and now Wolf is worried. They don't seem to think that he's any danger to them, that the island has taken the magic out of him, but it was never magic that made him turn. It's the moon, it's always been the moon, and Wolf knows that they're wrong. He'll never stop being a Wolf, not in the Territories and not in Jack's world and not here on this island, where people flip, just like before.
There's still magic left and even if there wasn't, there's still the moon.
It's with these nervous thoughts circling that he forces himself into the Compound. He shuffles down the hall, his head down, hands pushed into the pockets of his overalls as he tries to find the office he's supposed to go to. There are coppicemen here, just like in Jack's world, but he thinks the ones here are much nicer than the one who put them in the Sunlight Home. Everyone here is nice and he knows there's a place with bars, a place where he can be safe when he turns.
He wants to run. More than anything, Wolf wants to run with the moon, but he won't hurt the herd. He won't hurt anyone.
After a few accidents, a few wrong rooms, Wolf thinks he's found the right place. Shuffling his feet against the floor, he clears his throat, his head still down. Briefly, he risks a glance up through his hair and he thinks the man there looks nice and he risks a brief, quiet, "Hi!"
There's still magic left and even if there wasn't, there's still the moon.
It's with these nervous thoughts circling that he forces himself into the Compound. He shuffles down the hall, his head down, hands pushed into the pockets of his overalls as he tries to find the office he's supposed to go to. There are coppicemen here, just like in Jack's world, but he thinks the ones here are much nicer than the one who put them in the Sunlight Home. Everyone here is nice and he knows there's a place with bars, a place where he can be safe when he turns.
He wants to run. More than anything, Wolf wants to run with the moon, but he won't hurt the herd. He won't hurt anyone.
After a few accidents, a few wrong rooms, Wolf thinks he's found the right place. Shuffling his feet against the floor, he clears his throat, his head still down. Briefly, he risks a glance up through his hair and he thinks the man there looks nice and he risks a brief, quiet, "Hi!"
[Dated to Friday the 13th]
May. 11th, 2011 12:59 pmSoon, Wolf knows, the moon will be big and full.
At night, from the place he's been sleeping on the beach, he watches her in the sky and every night she gets a little fatter, a little closer to his moon. Time is ticking down and soon he'll be running with the moon, but before that happens, Wolf needs to make sure the new herd is safe.
There are the animals -- the cows don't look like his cows, but they're close enough -- and so he's trying to find the girl with the pretty red hair who looks after them. Wolf's never met her, but he's seen her around the barn and in the garden and Wolfs remember things when the things are important enough. He's looking for her, wearing his new overalls and a red t-shirt, hands in his pockets and feet bare. Looking inconspicuous isn't something Wolf is very good at, but he's trying, wandering here and there, looking for the red haired girl or any of his new friends from the beach.
When he finds them, he'll have to be very clear. Already, he's trying to plan out the words he'll say to tell them what they need to understand. Wolfs go with the moon and Wolfs can be dangerous. The herd needs to be kept safe, he has to make that clear, too, because a Wolf who hurts the herd is damned and he's scared of that. He doesn't want to be damned.
Strolling around the area near the Compound -- which he still doesn't like, which still smells too much, even though people say he can't smell things anymore like he used to, he can smell too many people in there -- Wolf chews his bottom lip and tries to think of all the right words. When he sees a familiar face, he smiles, his mouth stretched wide and he waves.
"Hi!" he calls happily. "Wolf is sure glad to see you! Sure am! Right here and now!"
At night, from the place he's been sleeping on the beach, he watches her in the sky and every night she gets a little fatter, a little closer to his moon. Time is ticking down and soon he'll be running with the moon, but before that happens, Wolf needs to make sure the new herd is safe.
There are the animals -- the cows don't look like his cows, but they're close enough -- and so he's trying to find the girl with the pretty red hair who looks after them. Wolf's never met her, but he's seen her around the barn and in the garden and Wolfs remember things when the things are important enough. He's looking for her, wearing his new overalls and a red t-shirt, hands in his pockets and feet bare. Looking inconspicuous isn't something Wolf is very good at, but he's trying, wandering here and there, looking for the red haired girl or any of his new friends from the beach.
When he finds them, he'll have to be very clear. Already, he's trying to plan out the words he'll say to tell them what they need to understand. Wolfs go with the moon and Wolfs can be dangerous. The herd needs to be kept safe, he has to make that clear, too, because a Wolf who hurts the herd is damned and he's scared of that. He doesn't want to be damned.
Strolling around the area near the Compound -- which he still doesn't like, which still smells too much, even though people say he can't smell things anymore like he used to, he can smell too many people in there -- Wolf chews his bottom lip and tries to think of all the right words. When he sees a familiar face, he smiles, his mouth stretched wide and he waves.
"Hi!" he calls happily. "Wolf is sure glad to see you! Sure am! Right here and now!"
