Hearing someone below calling up to her saying something about a lost book, looking on her chest to see that her book wasn’t with her anymore. Only to look down to see it was with that strange man , she slowly floated down and held her hand out. “Oh– thanks, I thought I had a grip on it.”
>> ⚔️ << ❝ YOU AND YOUR PACK. am i being led in the wrong direction here or does another lay claim to part of this area. ❞ he feels like he’s being made a joke of ; bandit is one he KNOWS of and he knows that he doesn’t attack randomly. the current attacks he’s been contracted for have been meticulous and he knew the wolf was smart . . thus doing something of this magnitude COULDN’T be him. alas he’s been proven wrong before.
Blue thinks a moment, rocking back and forth as they do. It’s a very important decision after-all, juice could be a treat…but it should be a healthy one, right? Healthy foods were supposed to give you energy…and they aren’t ready for a nap.
Carefully climbing up onto and sitting on a stool, Blue answers
“Mango and…strawberey!” they nod sagely, certain that those two fruits were definitely the best choices. They’d never /had/ mango, but it was supposed to be good.
“That way I’ll have lotsa energy.” they explain “I have cheese crackery things to eat with it! I saved them for lunch…oh, and don’t worry! I cleaned off allll the coins, and dried them so they don’t roost!”
“Well… yeah.” He pointed to a black sportbike parked outside the bar “Before you go off bout a litre bike being too big for a greenhorn like me, I know what I’m doing. I got my license a few months ago but I’ve… been road riding for about a year now on a 600 I’ve been borrowing from a friend.”
@banditborn “You can push as hard as you like. That door doesn’t open that way.”
this….!” He called over his shoulder as he was up against the tallest, toughest
door that stood within his path and Bandit’s. He wasn’t about to let some door
show him up before the alpha. Sure it was just a door but it wasn’t his
first time being in a pack, any less effort would be scorned—He dug the
balls of his feet into the ground and thrust his shoulder against the door
while twisting the knob. Dual ears twisted when he heard Bandit’s comment and he
must have turned several shades of pink before he was a tomato.
“… Oh…” he
lessened his force and stepped back, easily twisting the doorknob and pulling
the other direction. “….” A sheepish smile then spilled across his features and
a hesitant laugh escaped him.
#banditborn #▌▌❛ YOUTH ｡ Time slowly tracing his face‚ strangely he feels home in this place ❜ ▌▌ #▌▌❛ ANSWER ｡ And I got way too many questions just to try and get it right ❜ ▌▌ #MY HEA RT #i missed my child
It was rare that Harley took clients without meeting them first, but her contact had told her that it was urgent and that formalities could cost lives. So she’d waved her rule and agreed to meet him the very next day. There was the little problem of her home being difficult to find, charmed to be unnoticeable and impossible to remember the directions to, but she’d found a way around that quite easily. A piece of paper with the name of her road written on it, impossible to remember unless you were holding it. Any attempt to copy it down would come out ineligible - a mess of nonsensical letters and symbols. It was a matter of safety.
She was currently stood outside, wrapped up in an oversized black poncho to fight off the chill as she scanned the street for anyone new. Sure enough, a huge man rounded the corner with a piece of paper clutched in his hand and a confused look on his face. The moment he set foot on her street the delicate writing on the paper started to run like fresh ink, until it was completely unreadable.
The chunky heels of her boots clicked against the floor as she approached him, expression guarded as she looked him over, as if assessing. Tall, muscular, rough around the edges. Could easily overpower her physically, but didn’t look like he’d try to. Good.
“Hello, Bandit.” The words were soft, and she held out a delicate hand with black pointed nails. “My name is Harley.”
His hand dwarfed hers buts he shook it firmly and then turned, expecting him to follow.
“Let’s get you inside. I’ll put the kettle on and you can tell me exactly what happened.”
The moment he noticed him sleeping Achim knew this was the best moment to approach. Well… probably not exactly the best, because he could easily startle the Alpha and who knew what sort of trouble would that start. But at the same time it was hard to bite back into this impulse anymore. There was this weird tension going on even the child could pick unto and, much to his own shame, Achim wasn’t brave enough to face Bandit when he was awake. At least, not after what happened. But he wanted to! He wanted to get near him! A little part of him knew that if he wouldn’t try to get close to him then Bandit would definitely wouldn’t do it either.
So he took off his shoes and on waddled on his tippy toes next to the seemingly sleeping wolf, making all his best efforts to make as little sound as possible. And once he reached him, a small hand extended to hover on top of the large wolf’s head. He hesitated for a moment but then slowly touched the spot right behind Bandit’s ear, patting the fuzzy white fur slowly. True, the child was nervous, but once he’d felt the fur between his fingers [and not die from it] the boy found himself releasing a deep breath stuck inside his lungs.
His next move was obvious; sit down and wait by Bandit’s side until he woke up.
She was worried about the memories…frankly she was worried about how Bandit was taking this. He wasn’t the type of guy to share his troubles, but…well. That meant she didn’t know how he was. What he was thinking, whether he was dwelling on what had happened. If he felt guilty for something he clearly couldn’t control. If the fact that he hadn’t been able to control it…scared him.
She wanted to know what had happened. A blood moon didn’t happen too often, it’s not like anyone was concerned about this happening again anytime soon, but why had it happened this time? What had happened to Bandit that none of the other wolves experienced? There was something different about him, she knew that, but…now it was…demonstrably different. And frightening.
“…Well you’ll need to hire people…I don’t think any of your boys are architects or electricians or anything. I’ve got less experience with that but I can try talking to some of my friends for some reliable names.” She wanted to help, wanted to be able to do…something. She barely knew anything about Bandit’s world, next to nothing about his past or abilities…or how to help him with what had happened. She wanted to be able to do something for him.
If she asked him if he was alright, he’d smile in that tired way and tell her yeah.
“Do you want to ride a ways out of town for a few hours?”