woof sightings — catchall.

[puffing]

Who: bigby wolf (puffing) & various suckers and fools.
When: january stuff. don't make me pick out specific dates.
Where: wyver, more specifically the undergrowth. other places probably.
Warning(s): uhhh bigby goes wolf in a couple scenarios. he's naked in another. that's about all i can think of.


one — wanted dead or alive (wyver).

Goddamned, motherfucking assholes—

[ if you're walking by and hearing a slew of curse words, sorry. you may or may not realize it's a familiar voice, or you may just be curious as to why someone is getting so angry in an alleyway by one's lonesome. whether you just take a peek or stand and watch, you'll notice one Bigby Wolf standing at the wall, looking mighty unhappy as he studies a piece of paper on said wall. several pieces of papers, all saying the same thing. WANTED: DEADLY BEAST. 1000 SILVER DEAD, 0 SILVER ALIVE. like, first off? why add the comment about being worth nothing alive? that's low.

it might be hard to realize why he's looking especially pissed off, but it is because the wanted poster is for him. there's a drawn picture of a large wolf, purposely intimidating to instill fear to the citizens of Wyver. there's a bit of internal humor when he realizes he looks far more scary in real life, but that's neither here nor there. the assumption that he could get away with moonlighting in his wolf form has brought consequences, and now he has to deal with something he had hoped to have left back home. ]

—trying to make fucking money off of me. Dare them to fucking try—

[ riiiip, that's one poster pulled off. the next is literally shredded with a hand clawing at it. that's not making a scene at all. ]

two — prowling in the woods (the undergrowth).

[ apparently he doesn't know how to learn. even if the wanted posters should be scaring Bigby away from traversing the forest as a wolf, they don't. he's dealt with wanted posters throughout many centuries, and it is almost oddly nostalgic to deal with them again. no longer being a member of law enforcement means he has to find other ways to make a living, and considering he doesn't see himself working as a legitimate guard or serving at a cafe... he's forced to color outside the lines.

it started with a one-time errand. a neighbor of his had asked for hides of a specific animal that lived far out in the depths of the woods, too dangerous for them to travel but important enough to offer money as a reward. Bigby stubbornly accepted originally, but after dealing with the thrill of the hunt for the first time in a long time, he had an itch that couldn't quite get scratched. he pocketed the silver from the first run, declining to answer just how he got to the woods and back within a day's time. no one needed to really know just how efficient of a hunter he is.

you could be following intel on where the beast of the wanted posters has been seen, or maybe you're out in the woods for your own personal gain. or maybe you're just unfortunate enough to be stranded out there for an oversized wolf to cross paths with you. regardless, it's night and it is dark. the only lighting that is provided is from the moon(s? are there multiple moons, i forget) in the sky. there's no real indication of Bigby's presence until it's far too late. what sounds initially like twigs cracking is actually entire logs or tree trunks, and what you might think is howling wind is actually him dashing several yards at a time. some pretty creepy stuff to hear at night, man.

if your eyes are trained or you have the proper equipment, you might be able to spot him before he spots you. you can try and hunt the hunter if you'd like, or you can run like hell. there's a better possibility that he has found you first, however, and in that case? the hot temperature of the Undergrowth grows even hotter when it's his breath gusting down onto your shoulders. hi. meet Bigby Woof, with his piercing yellow eyes. at least he isn't bearing his teeth. yet. ]

three — nursing wounds (undergrowth).

[ every dog has their day, though. maybe Bigby got too cocky or comfortable in his form, scaring people out of the woods like the good old days. all it takes is an experienced trapper to take time avoiding an outright confrontation with Bigby, to learn his routes and what he is familiar with doing during his multiple tours in and out of the woods. whether the trap was activated by a complicated, multi-part trigger or something that can only be magic, it happens. Bigby is caught and he is just about as happy about it as one would expect.

the worst part is that the trap is far from large enough to fit his form as a wolf. as much as he would prefer to break out, the bars are made of silver and simply contacting them causes incredible amounts of pain and discomfort. while he could manage to suffer through back at home, the dampening of his powers makes for more inconvenience than he would like to deal with. what does this mean? well. it means he is naked, for starts. and on all fours, confined and scrunched up in a position that is all too revealing and awkward than he is normally used to. he's growling. he's upset. he's embarrassed. it might possibly be the worst time to run into Bigby if he ever, in fact, gets out.

but that booty tho. ]

four — wildcard me!

( specific starters for people will be down below if anything comes up. hit me with something different if you want Bigby in one of the various quests. or plot w/ me at sustain if you'd like! i apologize for Bigby being Bigby. )

Comments

[puffing]

If that number is true, then yeah, you're really fucking heavy.

[ ehhh, he swears he's heard before that calling a woman heavy is a thing to avoid. both hands raise up in defense seconds after, even if she probably took no offense in the first place. ]

—Not that... that is a bad thing, I mean.

[ Bigby grimaces and shakes his head as if pretending those last two sentences never existed. he goes back to his cigarette, glancing at it before her once more. ] It's a question. A stupid one, but still. I figured you must have something flammable inside you if you're an android.

Never heard how they tell you not to smoke near a gas station? [ no, she probably hasn't. from how she's described her lack of wolves and animals, gas stations may or may not have existed either. ]

I guess. You might get lucky and run into one at some point. Maybe even the one on the posters.

[ he isn't Santa Claus nor is he in the business to help someone achieve their wants, but she doesn't want to kill him for money, so he might give her an educational experience one of these days. ]

[atwo]

One's insides do outweigh that appearance outside.

[ at least it doesn't bother her. probably because a2 doesn't even know why some women would get offended by it. weight doesn't mean anything when it's the end of the world, and nobody really leads romantic lives.

sometimes. her only response is to shrug. ]

I probably do, but nothing that can be easily accessed. [ a2 raises an eyebrow. she can only really shake her head because there's no gas station where she is from, as he can guess. ]

Then I hope that I can get lucky enough to meet one. [ meeting the big bad wolf will be a neat experience for her. ]

[puffing]

Hm. Alright.

[ Bigby manages to ruffle out his pack of cigarettes again before stepping forward. he opens it and extends the pack to her. nothing like extending a potential bad habit to someone he barely knows, but at least she doesn't have the disadvantage of having a human pair of lungs. ]

If you want one, it's yours. Call it thanks for being a... sympathizer, I guess.

[atwo]

There's no harm in trying one.

[ If she hates it than she doesn't have to take another one. There's no denying that she is curious about the taste of it given that she can't smell. She'll take one, glancing at it to get a better look at the cigarette close-up. ]