ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ

“𝘉𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘺.” #TESRP | #FantasyRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

— 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫

Cursed with Lycanthropy | Spiteful | Feral | Unsteady and Unpredictable | Impulsive | 5’2” | Paranoid | Untrusting | Recluse

#TESRP | #ᴇʟᴜᴠᴇɪɴ

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

Just hanging on, growling as she’s lifted. She will not be letting go.

[Myrneth @ChosenOfHircine]

He raises his arm with the Nord literally hanging onto his vambrace.

“See? Good. Strong bite.”

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

b i t e

[Myrneth @ChosenOfHircine]

@admalefic is a good dog.

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

@SedrisaOmalen Like the cushion she just tore a chunk out of? Or the chair leg she gnawed a few minutes ago?

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

Today she is: feral

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

@NecrxMaster Talking isn’t exactly a strength of hers when she’s in one of her feral episodes, but at the very least she still understands the situation.

She remained triumphantly on top of the stranger for a few more moments before getting off.

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

@NecrxMaster At least Evette still has the sense to resist biting, even if she really really wants to.

For now, pouncing on and pinning the stranger will satisfy her need to hunt.

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

@NecrxMaster And suddenly: running and pouncing

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

“Good girl” would have a decent chance of flustering her were she not blissfully in the middle of receiving scratches.

“Thank you,” the Nord answered with a hum.

[NEREVARINE (RP-Parody-Account) @RebornNerevar]

Temari continuous to scritch scratch there and smiles more.

"Good girl."

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

With that Evette is closing her eyes, and all of that pent-up nervous energy begins to visibly calm. Rather than twitching and fidgeting, she is now just gently swaying forward and back.

[NEREVARINE (RP-Parody-Account) @RebornNerevar]

A small smile crosses Tenari's lips, her second hand moving behind the other ear, now scratching both while searching for THE spot.
And there she found it!

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

She’s sitting as still as she possibly can — which isn’t all that still considering her state. At any moment she looks like she may pounce.

At least she’s tilting her head, and seemingly appreciative of the scratching.

[NEREVARINE (RP-Parody-Account) @RebornNerevar]

"Alright..."

Carefully approaching the other not, gettin quite close before moving one hand behind her ear, gently scratching there.

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

“I’ll do my best, I promise.”

[NEREVARINE (RP-Parody-Account) @RebornNerevar]

"Only if you don't bite or scratch me though."

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

“Yes.”

[NEREVARINE (RP-Parody-Account) @RebornNerevar]

"Uh...do you want ear scratches?"

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

P O U N C I N G

[NEREVARINE (RP-Parody-Account) @RebornNerevar]

Oh, that way...

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

@ChosenOfHircine Correct.

[NEREVARINE (RP-Parody-Account) @RebornNerevar]

In what way...?

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

“Oh, am I?” Her pout turned to a fanged grin, and her curiosity had her lean down until their noses were just shy of touching. “And what would I have to do to learn these secrets of yours?”

[Myrneth @ChosenOfHircine]

“The Lord of the Hunt never shows all his faces to all his children. And neither do I show all my faces to everyone. But you’re getting closer.”

She’s also pinning him down and could probably end him right there.
This is, in werewolf circles, known as flirting intensely.

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

“I don’t know if there’s a side of you I haven’t seen yet. Not unless there’s something you’re waiting to surprise me with.” She had lowered herself to be just a few inches above the Bosmer, and then she held herself at that distance.

[Myrneth @ChosenOfHircine]

“No.”
Myrneth replied with a shrug; “I’d tear their throat out, be it with the fangs of a wolf, or my own. You’re a lucky one indeed to see that side of me once in a blue moon…”

Were they…
Getting closer? And closer?

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

Now straddling his waist, Evette narrowed her gaze down at him. She new his game, and he was fortunate she enjoyed it. “Has anybody ever let you know just how smug you are?”

[Myrneth @ChosenOfHircine]

“I do, but making you frown is always fun because of what happens after…”

He placed the other hand upon her waistline, guiding the Nord woman onwards.
The rain is picking up outside, thunder…!

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

She rolled her eyes, and placed her hands on either side of his head so she could lean forward a little more. “You know what I mean.”

[Myrneth @ChosenOfHircine]

He reached up, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“When do I ever behave?”

[ᴡᴏʟꜰꜱʙᴀɴᴇ @admalefic]

“With, of course.” Repositioning onto her knees, the Nord leaned forward to look over the toppled Bosmer. “But I would have taken it off an set it aside, were you to behave.”

[Myrneth @ChosenOfHircine]

“With, or without the hunting knife you keep strapped to your thigh-“
He made such little resistance that the elf actually laid down from that shove.