[OPEN] werewolves don't usually walk alone.

[beatupgrass]

Who: Rocket (beatupgrass) & anyone who wants to wander into the wilderness with him
What: Looking for kidnapped folks
When: Late October
Where: Nadril & Josa Forest
Warning(s): You know... Rocket's mouth. And werewolf-y fallout.



𝐈. 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐃

[Coming on this mission is a matter of personal interest for Rocket who was one of the people abducted by Raysc's men months ago, back before the dragon and the Natha's sudden departure. As such, he's taken this matter extremely seriously... Even if it's difficult to take him seriously in a raccoon-sized parka and tiny little snowboots that some jackass had to custom make for hi gawky feet. That cost him an unfortunate amount of silver. At least he's warm, now.

Unfortunately, with warmth comes a clear cost- he's not nearly as nimble as he usually is, as evidenced by how he attempts to climb a tree to get a better vantage point in the forest and the branch he's on snaps with the added weight of his winter attire and all the extra snow and ice, and he tumbles out of the tree and lands unceremoniously into a pile of snow at the base.

It's fine. He's fine. He pokes his tiny muzzle out of the snow and bares his teeth in a snarl.] Don't you dare say a frickin' word.


𝐈𝐈. 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

[The entire forest sets Rocket's animal hindbrain on high alert, and if he was edgy entering this region, then he's even edgier the deeper they go towards the forest. Every now and then he'll a howl or a yip and freeze, reaching for his gun, but the world goes quiet again and he presses on.

When the first footprints start to show up, he's the first to notice them, being closer to the ground. He waves his partner to stop.] Hey, hey... Stop. Look at that. Is that supposed to be from an animal?


𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃, 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐍𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐍

[The return from the region is met with bitterness from a certain raccoonoid, who was expecting a fight and got nothing of the sort and while he's glad it wasn't more kidnappings from cultists, it isn't better. He's restless, feeling like something is gnawing at him, and not even the drinks at his favorite bar in Nadril can really do much for it.

As he leaves, scratching at an itch under his chin, he notices some sort of bird-like creature hopping about, minding its own business on the snow covered streets and something just clicks in Rocket's head. Slowly he drops down on all fours and slinks towards it, eyes narrowed, teeth bared, every bit of body language conveying a creature on a hunt.

...A creature in a jumpsuit with a gun on his back who, if you know him, would literally not be caught dead behaving like a common animal, and yet here we are.]

𝐈𝐕. 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃

[Anything else! Blizzard stuff or otherwise.]

Comments

i. bc its too cute

[spideys]

[ Spider-Man isn't too sure what he was thinking when he agreed to take on this mission. Spiders don't exactly do well in the cold, and while his webbing can survive brutally cold winters (he knows this from fact; New York City can get pretty cold in the middle of February), the young man in spandex isn't sure the same could be said of him.

So - yeah, Rocket isn't the only superheroic type in a warm coat looking a little less than cool because of it. Add to the tuque on his head, and Spider-Man looks downright ridiculous, all red-and-blue spandex, mask, and winterwear.

He shrugs, raising his hands in surrender. Don't worry, buddy. Spidey won't say a word. ]

Hey, I'm just glad you didn't fall on me.

1.

[wheresmyfingerbones]

( Davos honestly thought he was earlier traveling with a dwarf, until he saw the fuzzy muzzle and beady eyes. Knowing other worlds existed is one thing, but to actually experience the truth of such is another. Fortunately for Davos, he's good at keeping his mouth shut. )

I never consider it.

( Davos took a moment to gather himself, he too safely bundled up in the cold. Not as cold as the Wall, but still chilly. )

Did you see anything?

ii

[gravemistake]

[Generally speaking, Rocket is a little easier to process if Gabriel just thinks of him as the same kind of anomaly as Winston--not that genetically-engineered hyper-intelligent gorillas from the Moon are particularly easy to swallow. He hasn't forgotten, however, Rocket's penchant for weapons design, and Gabriel still wants in on that.

Which is, perhaps, at least some of the reason why he's out in the woods with the guy. Can't hurt to foster this friendship, as much as Gabriel has friends, anyway.

He's surprisingly calm, given the general spookiness of their surroundings. Gabriel imagines that Rocket has hearing and smell beyond his own (and he's enhanced, even), so between the two of them they should be able to detect anything watching them long before it makes a move.

Gabriel takes a few steps forward to look at the tracks once Rocket points them out.]

Some kind of animal. Nothing I've seen before.