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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[wolf]

[tucky]

[Since there are already werewolves on board, Tiffany just assumes this is one of them - she isn't familiar enough with their wolf forms to recognize that this is somebody different. When she sees Lark running wounded, she calls out.]

Hey!

If you just change back, we can fix you up in the infirmary.

[wolfspam]

[routemistress]

[Elvis and Solace pick up the bloodtrail before Iris sees it: fearing the worst, she gathers them to heel before following. Whatever - whoever is injured or injuring, she won't risk her boys in the crossfire.

The tracks lead into one of the common rooms, and she enters cautiously, staser drawn.]


...Lark? Is that you?

[wolf]

[witness_this]

[It's a hell of an animal to face down in a very narrow hallway, and he looks scared as all get out to Furiosa, and hurt besides.

She's never seen a werewolf before, but a hurt animal, she's familiar with. She casts her eyes down, and crouches, waiting to see if he comes an closer.]

[wolf]

[ukan]

[ it's the arm that does it, strangely enough. No one who had been shooting at them had looked or smelled like this.

He limos closer a step, then two, nose out]

Re: [wolf]

[ukan]

[ it's an unnerving thing to hear. He feels a whine in his throat, then a growl, then something in between.]

[wolf]

[demolitions]

[It says something about the extent to which Boyd has grown accustomed to Barge weirdness that a bleeding wolf slinking down the hallway barely makes him blink.]

Infirmary's that way. [/helpful.]

[wolf]

[tucky]

[She frowns, trying to remember who is and isn't a werewolf.]

Uh... okay. You Scott or Allison or Stiles? Or... Kira?

[Is Kira a werewolf? Kira is definitely something, but she can't remember what.]

[WOLF YEAH LARK]

[mistconduct]

[Chris, walking his dogs around the corner, is fuming and fussing in his mind over his stupid, stubborn inmate. He smells like Sabretooth, and that's never a good thing.

The Pomeranian he holds under one arm - defying the concept of "walk" - starts to freak out, fussing and whining as the scent of Lark is sniffed. Chris hushes Bowie, even as Lassie sits down and begins to howl]

Oh, what the fuck, dogs?!

[wolf]

[witness_this]

[She extends the fingertips of her hand.]

You look thirsty, girl. There's water for you to drink.

[Everything with teeth is a woman, to Furiosa.]

Re: [wolf]

[ukan]

[ It shouldn't suppose him that there are dogs out there willing to turn on their kind, but it does. Scott, Kira, Allison. Names to remember.

For his part he plays dumb, tries on his most pitiful puppy face. No human mind here, miss, just a scared dog.]

Re: [wolfspam]

[ukan]

[ The sound of his name draws him up and makes his blood run cold. How could they know who he is?

He stares at her, and limos back a step.]

[wolf]

[tucky]

[She just looks... confused, and steps closer, looking for a collar.]

Re: [wolf]

[ukan]

[ Considering how frightening, how much more powerful, the female wolves are, that's a compliment. even if Furiosa doesn't know it.

He whines low in his throat and takes another faltering step closer. Maybe she has somewhere to hide him.]

[wolf]

[witness_this]

Good girl. Come with me.

[Getting to her feet, and leading her on.

Her room isn't far. She slips the door open, and holds it behind her for the wolf.]

[wolfspam]

[routemistress]

It's Iris, lovey. Don't you remember? You're on the Barge. It's all right. Back up, you two, give the man some space.

[This is addressed to Elvis and Solace - they don't know Lark, and they're plainly concerned about Their Person facing an injured wolf without them. But her tone is soothing, gentle, and she's making it plain to them she knows him, even if they don't. They obey her.

She backs up too, and takes a seat - both to make herself less threatening and to avoid blocking his exit.]

You're bleeding, sweetheart. You should really get that looked at. Will you let me 'elp?

[semifreakingnormal]

[Fluffy smells him first. The Alaskan Malamute's tail perks up, and then he goes off running; Scott follows, and when he spots the - wolf, he knows it is - he moves more carefully on approach.]

Hey, [he says softly. He doesn't crouch, but he leans forward, body language authoritative but open.]

Hey, come here buddy.

[It's been so long, so long, he doesn't recognize the smell right away.]

[wolf]

[ukan]

[Lark is quite good at hiding the intelligence he actually has and appearing to be just a smallish red wolf.

The fact that someone is talking to him as if he can understand anyway is...not a good sign, as far as he's concerned.

He woofs at Boyd once, softly, warily. Just like a shepherd dog might.]

[ukan]

[He lowers his head, permitting her to touch him (no collar, but he'd worn one long enough that his fur is worn where it had been). He has every intention of taking her arm off if she tries to drag him anywhere he doesn't want to go, but he's hoping very much that she isn't a cop.]

[spam]

[ukan]

[Sitting is good. Her accent is good, her posture and her mannerisms and her scent--all good. And somehow, very distantly, familiar. Maybe she had been a client? Maybe she had known Sasha?

If she had he's sorry for her, because this woman will hate Lark a whole hell of a lot when she learns what happened.

If she learns.

He takes a hobbled step closer, but not near enough to be touched, yet.]

[tucky]

[She peers down at his neck, and... welp, definitely not one of the Barge werewolves, then. They wouldn't have collar indentations in their fur. This is clearly just somebody's pet.

So she turns to go, planning to poke her head into the vet clinic and let them know that there's a bleeding dog hanging around. It's obviously not an emergency - he can walk just fine, and doesn't seem to be in much pain - but the people who work there will probably be able to figure out whose dog it is.

And then a while later she's wandering around again, and happens across Lark in human form.]

... Oh, hey. You new here?

[wolf]

[ukan]

[He heels at her side--it's a habit, it's a sign of deference that he showed the first two females of his pack (and later showed to Lisbeth, though that memory is gone). It also marks him as an animal that isn't quite as wild as he first appears.

Especially when, with the bluntness of any dog, he limps into her room and hops up onto her bed to begin licking his wound.

He watches her, all the while.]

[wolf]

[witness_this]

[It shifts his leg in such a way that Furiosa an see that he's no bitch.

Dogs aren't neutered in her days, so she isn't surprised at all to see him intact. She just goes for the kitchen to get him a bowl of water, and on reflection a little of the meat she'd brought home.]

SOON HE WILL BE TACKLING CHRIS ALL OVER AGAIN

[ukan]

[Lark is used to animals not liking him. Werewolves are fairly awful neighbors where he's from, what with eating the pets and often the homeowners if they like the property well enough.

So far, though, no animal has reacted to him the way he's grown used to. They aren't afraid of him. They don't want to chase him off, even when their owners are near.

Which means they know werewolves. He's not sure yet what that means, but figures the safest bet right now is to pretend he's just One Of The Dogs, just someone's pet who got loose.

He wags his tail hopefully at Chris.]

YAY TACKLING

[mistconduct]

[At least Lassie is better behaved. Chris huffs and puts Bowie over his shoulder, holding the wriggling dog there with one arm as he looks down at Lark, tilting his head]

Uh. Hey.

Hey! Anyone lose a dog? Or a...coyote?

This better not be more Enclosure shit, I swear to god..

[ukan]

[Back home, it's hard to tell a wolf from just another human. There are some tells: a look in the eye, a habitual way of holding yourself, a scent of blood and fresh air.

It's a little different, looking at this boy, but clearly he's used to dogs. Maybe, with enough coaxing, he'll keep Lark hidden long enough for him to figure out what the hell is going on.

He limps closer, pausing often to sniff at Scott, or to growl at the other dog (because he is wounded and knows too well how other animals react to wounds and weakness).]