Werewolf Drabbles: v. 2.5, PG-13
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tsaikoWerewolf drabbles v. 1.0 is found here and v. 2.0 is found here.
Aqua_eyes
Why did they get married?
"You want us to what?" Gene said. They'd sent Emma to speak to him because out of all the leaders of the packs, Emma was the least intimidating. Or so everyone thought. Gene didn't buy it for a minute. Even when she wasn't in wolf form, she could damn scary. Especially if you and her younger brother just happened to have dumped a bucket of water on her while she was sleeping
"The council would like you to consider marriage. I know this is a private decision, but it would solve a lot of problems. Inheritance. Property. A stronger bond between you two," Emma explained. "It would also calm some the muttering among the packs..."
"Do you think I care?" Gene clenched his fists. The last thing he wanted was to push Jesse. Everyone pushed Jesse into things, even Jesse himself. It wasn't fair and he wasn't going to do it.
"You two are practically married already."
"Not a good argument." Gene crossed his arms.
"You're going to want kids at some point." Emma knew that was his weakness. Gene did want kids, but it was going to be far in the future and he'd only do it if Jesse wanted to. "It's going to have to be through adoption. None of the packs will let you adopt orphans if you're not married."
"We don't have to adopt werewolves." Puppy would love little werewolves. Gene had seen how the werewolf watched them from a distance: tail wagging, but a low whine in throat because he knew they'd run from him. "We could always adopt human kids."
"And the town isn't going to allow that without some sort of legal bond between you. Like say, oh, marriage."
Gene bit his lip. "We could always go out of town."
"Even if you did, the magistrates are going to require..."
"Fine," Gene said, cutting Emma off. "I'll agree to this on one condition. Jesse has to ask." Emma made a face. They both knew the sun would freeze before Jesse would ask Gene to marry him.
***
Dameange
how in the world did they get married?
The one thing about Gene that was guaranteed to piss Jesse off was his ability to think that he understood what was Jesse was thinking without asking. He didn't trust Noah worth anything - as pack leader the werewolf had no one's interests at heart but his packs' - but could very easily believe that Gene has said what he'd been told. If you ask, he'll go along with it.
Go along with it. That was what really made Jesse see red. Gene would just "go along with it." Would he really? And Jesse was absolutely 100% sure Gene thought that he wouldn't ask. Like Hell.
Some of what he was feeling must have shown on his face because people were scrambling out of his way as he stalked towards the city square. It was market day. Gene had gone to into the city because Jesse in general didn't like large crowds. He found Gene at a fruit seller's stall, flirting with the girl running it. She was blushing and batting her eyes. Gene was eating it up.
Fortunately, Jesse knew the perfect way to put a stop to that.
"I need to talk with you," Jesse said. Gene glanced at him, but his body language still said he was mostly focused on the girl in the stall.
"Jesse? Is it important? I was in the middle of..."
"I need to ask you to marry me," Jesse replied. The girl Gene had been flirting with made a little "Oh!" sound, her eyes going wide. Gene just looked stunned. Jesse took a hold of Gene's arm and guided him a little ways from the stall. Several people were looking at them.
"Well?"
Confusion crossed Gene's face. "Well what?"
"I have it on good authority that if I ask you, you'll say yes." Somehow Jesse managed to keep the tension out of his voice, though it felt like his stomach was nothing but one big knot. "So I'm asking. Will you marry me?"
"Uh... er... yes?" Gene said. Just like that, all the anger drained out of Jesse. He nodded once.
"Good. We'll do it next week." Then just because he was feeling daring, Jesse leaned down and kissed Gene on the cheek. Gene blushed. "I'll see you when you get home."
The whole thing was so public that there was no way Gene could back out. Jesse knew he'd been trapped into doing this, but for the first time in his life, he didn't feel trapped. He felt... at peace. It was a nice change.
***
Anonymous
But what about Puppy? I'd love to see more of him.
He hadn't recognized the werewolf when it slid out of the shadows. Gene was naturally wary because he knew most of the wolves in the four packs around the village. Sometimes he got a little confused telling one from the other. But he at least recognized them.
This werewolf was a silver so pale it was almost, but not quite, white with dark markings around his muzzle and ears. It was close enough that Gene could see its eyes. Pale yellow, almost clearless, and definitely not one of the packs.
"Greetings stranger," Gene said, because it was just good manners. Puppy was around, but had gone on ahead. He'd been following his tracks in the snow when the werewolf appeared. Gene knew from experience that Puppy wouldn't show himself when other werewolves were around. "I assume you are just passing through."
Werewolves couldn't speak when the moon forced them into their wolf forms. At least, they couldn't speak English. Gene knew how to read the basics of wolf body language. He didn't like what this one was saying.
The wolf was approaching him with its head down, its ears alert, and tension in its posture. It walked forward stiff legged, one carefully placed paw at a time. Watching him. Gene swallowed. He knew stalking when he saw it.
The first thing anyone learned was not to run. Keeping his eyes on the wolf, Gene slowly back up a step, then two. That did not have the desired effect. The wolf sped up. Gene had a split second of hysteria before the wolf was on him, snarling.
Just as quickly it was hauled off of him.
The full moon threw everything into brilliant relief. Puppy had the back of the strange werewolf's neck in his own jaws and was shaking him like a ragdoll. Like the werewolf weighed nothing at all. Then he reared up and threw the wolf across the clearing. It slammed into a tree trunk with a sickening crunch and a sharp yelp of pain. Gene didn't see it move after that.
Puppy was still growling, muzzle dark with blood, and took two steps towards the wolf before Gene could get his feet up under him. "No! Puppy! Don't... don't... " He couldn't seem to breathe.
In an instant, Puppy was there beside him. Gene grabbed onto the thick fur around his neck and buried his face into it.
***
Gossymer
And Puppy's POV would be something else
The werewolf woke in the same cage he'd woken up in for most of his life. That was fine. He'd learned how to open the door years ago. Now he knew that if he returned to the cage at the end the half of him that walked in the sun - the daystealer - wouldn't try to make it more difficult for him to get out.
Only this time the door to the cage was open. That was different. The werewolf distrusted different on principle. He whined, low in his throat, senses alert to try and figure out what was going on.
His first instinct was to growl when he scented someone, but the scent was immediately placed and the urge squashed. Mate. His mate was here. That explained nothing, but it did help ease some of his worries.
"Hey Puppy. It's okay. You can come out. There's nothing wrong." Puppy was the name his mate had given him. He didn't always understand it when the non-wolves spoke, but he knew words. Bits of phrases. Things he'd picked up. "Come on, Puppy."
Despite his mate's tone, coaxing and reassuring, he took his time coming out. His tail wasn't between his legs, but it was low and his ears flicked between going forward and back. There was no strange scents or sounds. At least none that he could detect.
His mate kept speaking, but there was no urgency in the words. Just reassurance. His mate seemed to understand he just needed time to figure things out and would wait. The werewolf knew that there was a reason why this one was his mate.
He slid quickly out of the cage, low to the ground, exploring the area quickly. Nothing out of the ordinary. His nose told him that there was a fox near the woods and deer had wandered through earlier before startling. It had probably caught his scent. No half-wolves and the werewolf had long ago learned that they and the non-wolves were his biggest threats.
Once his survey was complete and he was sure, sure, sure there was nothing wrong, the werewolf bounded over to his mate. He reared up on his hind legs, something which true wolves and the half-wolves couldn't do, towering over his mate. Then he put his clawed hands on his mate's shoulders. But carefully. Very carefully. His mate tensed, but didn't pull away.
His mate smelled of sweat and soap and man and his. Right. Perfect. The werewolf dropped his head to nuzzle at the dark curls on his mate's head. Then his mate smiled, and stroked his muzzle. Puppy chuffed. Everything would be fine.
Aqua_eyes
Why did they get married?
"You want us to what?" Gene said. They'd sent Emma to speak to him because out of all the leaders of the packs, Emma was the least intimidating. Or so everyone thought. Gene didn't buy it for a minute. Even when she wasn't in wolf form, she could damn scary. Especially if you and her younger brother just happened to have dumped a bucket of water on her while she was sleeping
"The council would like you to consider marriage. I know this is a private decision, but it would solve a lot of problems. Inheritance. Property. A stronger bond between you two," Emma explained. "It would also calm some the muttering among the packs..."
"Do you think I care?" Gene clenched his fists. The last thing he wanted was to push Jesse. Everyone pushed Jesse into things, even Jesse himself. It wasn't fair and he wasn't going to do it.
"You two are practically married already."
"Not a good argument." Gene crossed his arms.
"You're going to want kids at some point." Emma knew that was his weakness. Gene did want kids, but it was going to be far in the future and he'd only do it if Jesse wanted to. "It's going to have to be through adoption. None of the packs will let you adopt orphans if you're not married."
"We don't have to adopt werewolves." Puppy would love little werewolves. Gene had seen how the werewolf watched them from a distance: tail wagging, but a low whine in throat because he knew they'd run from him. "We could always adopt human kids."
"And the town isn't going to allow that without some sort of legal bond between you. Like say, oh, marriage."
Gene bit his lip. "We could always go out of town."
"Even if you did, the magistrates are going to require..."
"Fine," Gene said, cutting Emma off. "I'll agree to this on one condition. Jesse has to ask." Emma made a face. They both knew the sun would freeze before Jesse would ask Gene to marry him.
***
Dameange
how in the world did they get married?
The one thing about Gene that was guaranteed to piss Jesse off was his ability to think that he understood what was Jesse was thinking without asking. He didn't trust Noah worth anything - as pack leader the werewolf had no one's interests at heart but his packs' - but could very easily believe that Gene has said what he'd been told. If you ask, he'll go along with it.
Go along with it. That was what really made Jesse see red. Gene would just "go along with it." Would he really? And Jesse was absolutely 100% sure Gene thought that he wouldn't ask. Like Hell.
Some of what he was feeling must have shown on his face because people were scrambling out of his way as he stalked towards the city square. It was market day. Gene had gone to into the city because Jesse in general didn't like large crowds. He found Gene at a fruit seller's stall, flirting with the girl running it. She was blushing and batting her eyes. Gene was eating it up.
Fortunately, Jesse knew the perfect way to put a stop to that.
"I need to talk with you," Jesse said. Gene glanced at him, but his body language still said he was mostly focused on the girl in the stall.
"Jesse? Is it important? I was in the middle of..."
"I need to ask you to marry me," Jesse replied. The girl Gene had been flirting with made a little "Oh!" sound, her eyes going wide. Gene just looked stunned. Jesse took a hold of Gene's arm and guided him a little ways from the stall. Several people were looking at them.
"Well?"
Confusion crossed Gene's face. "Well what?"
"I have it on good authority that if I ask you, you'll say yes." Somehow Jesse managed to keep the tension out of his voice, though it felt like his stomach was nothing but one big knot. "So I'm asking. Will you marry me?"
"Uh... er... yes?" Gene said. Just like that, all the anger drained out of Jesse. He nodded once.
"Good. We'll do it next week." Then just because he was feeling daring, Jesse leaned down and kissed Gene on the cheek. Gene blushed. "I'll see you when you get home."
The whole thing was so public that there was no way Gene could back out. Jesse knew he'd been trapped into doing this, but for the first time in his life, he didn't feel trapped. He felt... at peace. It was a nice change.
***
Anonymous
But what about Puppy? I'd love to see more of him.
He hadn't recognized the werewolf when it slid out of the shadows. Gene was naturally wary because he knew most of the wolves in the four packs around the village. Sometimes he got a little confused telling one from the other. But he at least recognized them.
This werewolf was a silver so pale it was almost, but not quite, white with dark markings around his muzzle and ears. It was close enough that Gene could see its eyes. Pale yellow, almost clearless, and definitely not one of the packs.
"Greetings stranger," Gene said, because it was just good manners. Puppy was around, but had gone on ahead. He'd been following his tracks in the snow when the werewolf appeared. Gene knew from experience that Puppy wouldn't show himself when other werewolves were around. "I assume you are just passing through."
Werewolves couldn't speak when the moon forced them into their wolf forms. At least, they couldn't speak English. Gene knew how to read the basics of wolf body language. He didn't like what this one was saying.
The wolf was approaching him with its head down, its ears alert, and tension in its posture. It walked forward stiff legged, one carefully placed paw at a time. Watching him. Gene swallowed. He knew stalking when he saw it.
The first thing anyone learned was not to run. Keeping his eyes on the wolf, Gene slowly back up a step, then two. That did not have the desired effect. The wolf sped up. Gene had a split second of hysteria before the wolf was on him, snarling.
Just as quickly it was hauled off of him.
The full moon threw everything into brilliant relief. Puppy had the back of the strange werewolf's neck in his own jaws and was shaking him like a ragdoll. Like the werewolf weighed nothing at all. Then he reared up and threw the wolf across the clearing. It slammed into a tree trunk with a sickening crunch and a sharp yelp of pain. Gene didn't see it move after that.
Puppy was still growling, muzzle dark with blood, and took two steps towards the wolf before Gene could get his feet up under him. "No! Puppy! Don't... don't... " He couldn't seem to breathe.
In an instant, Puppy was there beside him. Gene grabbed onto the thick fur around his neck and buried his face into it.
***
Gossymer
And Puppy's POV would be something else
The werewolf woke in the same cage he'd woken up in for most of his life. That was fine. He'd learned how to open the door years ago. Now he knew that if he returned to the cage at the end the half of him that walked in the sun - the daystealer - wouldn't try to make it more difficult for him to get out.
Only this time the door to the cage was open. That was different. The werewolf distrusted different on principle. He whined, low in his throat, senses alert to try and figure out what was going on.
His first instinct was to growl when he scented someone, but the scent was immediately placed and the urge squashed. Mate. His mate was here. That explained nothing, but it did help ease some of his worries.
"Hey Puppy. It's okay. You can come out. There's nothing wrong." Puppy was the name his mate had given him. He didn't always understand it when the non-wolves spoke, but he knew words. Bits of phrases. Things he'd picked up. "Come on, Puppy."
Despite his mate's tone, coaxing and reassuring, he took his time coming out. His tail wasn't between his legs, but it was low and his ears flicked between going forward and back. There was no strange scents or sounds. At least none that he could detect.
His mate kept speaking, but there was no urgency in the words. Just reassurance. His mate seemed to understand he just needed time to figure things out and would wait. The werewolf knew that there was a reason why this one was his mate.
He slid quickly out of the cage, low to the ground, exploring the area quickly. Nothing out of the ordinary. His nose told him that there was a fox near the woods and deer had wandered through earlier before startling. It had probably caught his scent. No half-wolves and the werewolf had long ago learned that they and the non-wolves were his biggest threats.
Once his survey was complete and he was sure, sure, sure there was nothing wrong, the werewolf bounded over to his mate. He reared up on his hind legs, something which true wolves and the half-wolves couldn't do, towering over his mate. Then he put his clawed hands on his mate's shoulders. But carefully. Very carefully. His mate tensed, but didn't pull away.
His mate smelled of sweat and soap and man and his. Right. Perfect. The werewolf dropped his head to nuzzle at the dark curls on his mate's head. Then his mate smiled, and stroked his muzzle. Puppy chuffed. Everything would be fine.
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Date: 6/25/08 04:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 6/25/08 04:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 6/25/08 08:35 pm (UTC)And puppy is sooo cute! Chuffs indeed! ♥
Who was that wolf, and didn't they have a noise? Lol.
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Date: 6/25/08 08:43 pm (UTC)So who was that agressive stranger werewolf who almost got Gene?
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Date: 6/26/08 12:36 am (UTC)These are brilliant. And how much am I in love with Puppy? So much. He's adorable. And how he likes little werewolves... awwww!
And Jesse asking Gene to marry him. That made me just melt. How after they both just relaxed. :)
I can't wait to see what you come up with next! Here's a prompt: who dies first and how does the other one deal? (because I just read an article about seeing-eye cats and I seem to be in the mood for weeping).
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Date: 6/26/08 02:17 am (UTC)They are so funny, how they both care, and how Gene tries not to be manipulative, but they sort of manipulate each other, anyway.
Love the Puppy sequences. Puppy is smarter about some things than the Daystealer, I think.^_^
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Date: 6/27/08 12:06 am (UTC)(no subject)
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