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.]

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[ukan]

[Lark pounces on him, big paws on Steve's small chest, and he snaps his teeth in Steve's face. If he flinches, looks away at all, Lark will stop.

He's never had to demonstrate wolf language like this before and his mind is at once buzzing and anxious. He's never really worried about hurting packmates, not the way he resists hurting Steve. He's not sure if it's that Steve is small, or that it's simply Steve, the safest person Lark has in his budding network.

But he sticks to it. The proper way to submit is on your back, throat bared, watching only from the corners of your eyes until the leader is satisfied you're sincere.]

[punched_hitler]

[Part of it's probably the fact that, quite frankly, Steve has never been the sort of man - the sort of person - to submit to anybody. It's not in his nature; hell, get enough of his history out of him, and you'd learn that he's pretty shitty and following orders, too, despite the fact that he'd wanted nothing more his whole life but to be a soldier, like his father.

So it's going to take that pressing, on Lark's part, but at least snapping teeth do get points across fairly well. The weight on his chest pushes Steve down easily, and it's a clear enough sign that he stays put. But it takes longer for him to stop looking Lark in the face, even from down there - but finally he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, deliberately looking straight ahead and not at the wolf snapping less than a couple of inches from his nose. He doesn't like it - it's severely uncomfortable to look away from a threat, or even from someone he's trying to respect - but all this pressing is finally, finally starting to make him think Lark doesn't like Steve looking at him.]

Okay, I can stare at the ceiling instead, but… you were right, I definitely don't understand. Is this better?

[He sounds a little apologetic, but not sorry - because he's not sorry Lark is doing this for him, but it is a little frustrating to not understand why he has to do something.

But that's sort of the point. So he'll get over it.]

[ukan]

[There is more, actually: licking the leader's chin, for example. But Lark doesn't think he can get Steve to do that without actual words, and if this had been real life, Lark would have taken what success he could so they could build on it later.

He stops snarling and pushes up off Steve, backs off so he can get up if he likes. Lark is totally calm now. He's doing well, but this is like learning how to properly give a handshake; there are a million other bewildering things.

He sits nearby and watches to see if Steve understands thus far, at least as much as he can.]

[punched_hitler]

[That's probably wise - he might be able to get that across eventually, but it would definitely take a lot of time and effort.

Steve does relax, minutely, when the snarling stops and the weight leaves his chest, taking a couple of deep breaths (well, what passes for deep breaths, these days). He doesn't relax fully, but that's just what comes from being in battle and never fully letting yourself relax when there's a potential threat around, even if this body doesn't have the same heightened level of awareness and response to adrenaline that he's gotten so used to. He stays on the ground for another couple of breaths, a little wary that if he gets back up, Lark's just going to push him back down again.

Eventually, though, he starts to push himself up, glancing over to Lark - although it's with this flicker of his eyes that kind of says he'll look away again, if that's what Lark wants. You're still the bossman - bosswolf.]

[ukan]

[Lark, for the moment, isn't watching him straight on. He's paying attention, but he's also blatantly giving Steve permission to move.

He withdraws, to change back to a human and grab his clothes on. His body language when he comes back is the same, though: unapproachable, but not to the point he's pushing Steve out. He would, after all, kill whole armies to keep his pack safe, and that communicates even without words; it's why so many have followed Lark even knowing it could get them killed.]

[punched_hitler]

[When moving doesn't seem to be a problem, Steve does sit up; when Lark leaves the room altogether, he stands up, although he's aware that even if Lark comes back into the room as a human, this isn't over. He said it would be more involved than that, and Steve took him at his word.

So he's not necessarily surprised, when Lark comes back in with much the same expression Steve envisioned he wore as a wolf; Steve's used to being brushed off, and he's also used to not letting it bother him. Suffering it in silence never did him any favors, nor is it the point now. He doesn't approach Lark, just stays put, watching him, the air he exudes. He's definitely in charge in a way Steve can respect.] I can see why you're so good at what you do.

[As a lawyer... but as a wolf, too.]