spam; the last journal post

[ukan]

[Getting on board was a moment of chaos. He remembers turning a corner, expecting to find fur and blood in his mouth, expecting maybe to get torn up in return, expecting maybe a bullet from above to take him down, too-

But instead he's somewhere metal, somewhere that smells of strangers and strangeness, and he's bleeding a trail but he runs for safety anyway. If there is any. If there are doors, anywhere, that he can open without changing back, because this has to be the FBI's work and so long as they think he's just a wolf, maybe they won't slit him open and poke around inside.]



[ooc: Lark is a wolf, for now. He'll have to change back sooner or later even if he doesn't want to, so feel free to tag him as human or wolf, just lemme know which.]

Comments

[mistconduct]

Sort of. He's been all sullen and grouchy but he knows if he starts shit it'll go for longer.

[ukan]

Wasn't he a little more domesticated last time? Or did I just ignore his rampages?

[mistconduct]

I don't know. Maybe he was being held by someone with more clout than me.

[ukan]

I think it was Iris. So whatever she did, go ahead and try. You might need tools.

[mistconduct]

I'm not sleeping with Creed.

[ukan]

[Deadpan] Way to take one for the team.

[mistconduct]

Don't be gross. He's three times my size and he stinks.

[ukan]

I can't imagine what he smells like to you. He's like a mix of bear and...zoo, to me.

[mistconduct]

Like an inbred zoo? So not surprised.