02-03-2019, 04:31 AM
JUST STANDING WAITING FOR THE PUNCHES
The Flintlock Lodge was a small colony on the side of a mountain. They were high enough there was usually snow year round, or at least some form of slush slowly deteriorating in the summer sun. But Tomorrow hadn't exactly been around there long enough to know that, arriving midwinter and having only a month or two pass by already.
He'd arrived with his pack, all three of which were currently pretending to be his dogs. Claire had shared her opinion that she was entirely sure everyone in Flintlock knew they were werewolves, but Beorhtwulf insisted that they needed to stay hidden and stay in the forms they originally arrived in, for fear of human prosecution.
Tomorrow would be fine with that, but it meant he had to do all the talking and never switch forms and it was... Stressful. Really stressful. Incredibly stressful. But he made due, as he always did, and luckily Claire and Jeremiah rarely left his side; they were playing up the obedient dogs thing a bit much, but he was thankful for them.
Today it was snowing particularly hard, and he was curled up by the fireplace. Stretching out on the floor, with Claire and Jeremiah happily laying beside him, he could sort of imagine he was outside in a cave by a nice fire with his pack surrounding him. He was jerked out of those comforting thoughts when he heard the wailing of a baby, which had to be Hope. Jumping up, he felt a protective growl rise to his throat as he tore through the lodge looking for where the crying baby was located.
He'd arrived with his pack, all three of which were currently pretending to be his dogs. Claire had shared her opinion that she was entirely sure everyone in Flintlock knew they were werewolves, but Beorhtwulf insisted that they needed to stay hidden and stay in the forms they originally arrived in, for fear of human prosecution.
Tomorrow would be fine with that, but it meant he had to do all the talking and never switch forms and it was... Stressful. Really stressful. Incredibly stressful. But he made due, as he always did, and luckily Claire and Jeremiah rarely left his side; they were playing up the obedient dogs thing a bit much, but he was thankful for them.
Today it was snowing particularly hard, and he was curled up by the fireplace. Stretching out on the floor, with Claire and Jeremiah happily laying beside him, he could sort of imagine he was outside in a cave by a nice fire with his pack surrounding him. He was jerked out of those comforting thoughts when he heard the wailing of a baby, which had to be Hope. Jumping up, he felt a protective growl rise to his throat as he tore through the lodge looking for where the crying baby was located.
'cus it don't make a difference anyway
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
tags - 26yrs - 6'1 - he/him - representative of fl
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