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Oct 29, 2020 6:51 PM
Turquoises in the woods.
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Tick, tick, tick, tick.

 

Milky White is, at this point, pretty firmly convinced that the world is just going to be invariably terrible forever.

He’s stewing over this fact, underneath a tree.

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Jackie walks out of their little house, holding a satchel, and walks towards him.

 “I managed to pin her down to a more tightly worded agreement.”

 

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“Moo.”

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“I know that doesn’t help with your existential despair, I just figured you’d still want to know.”

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“Moo?”

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“Of course.”

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There’s a brief, uncomfortable silence, in which Milky White continues to look supremely unhappy and Jackie continues to be completely incapable of giving emotional comfort.

- and then there’s a frightened series of loud squeals, off in the distance, continuing on and getting closer to them.

Milky White backs away from the tree and towards the house.

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- Jackie gets out her knife in a flash and shifts to a more combat ready sort of posture - 

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- and three pigs wearing dirt-streaked pink dresses run past them, between trees, squealing and oinking and completely failing to notice them in their hurry - 

- and a wolf which looks like it could kill an elephant - and pause to check its nails in the middle of the fight - gallops leisurely behind the pigs, and.. fails to fail to notice them. 

He stops. He turns. He -

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- shifts.

He isn’t really any less intimidating when presenting as a man.

Moreso, if anything. People expect wolves to be on four legs, and they are uncommon, and they are known; wolves on two legs are far more common, and far more unexpected, and far less known than their canid kindred, and so they are far more feared.

The fact that he’s a seven foot tall hulk of a man, holding a frighteningly large sword, also helps.

”Put down the knife.”

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She does, after a moment’s hesitation.

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“I could have you executed for that. And it is customary to kneel, when one has the privilege to speak to royalty.”

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- oh, that’s where she recognized this person from - there aren’t that many wolf shifters in the kingdom who are that impressive, she supposes -

She kneels.

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It would be really ironic if he went to all that trouble of deliberation only to be randomly killed in a drive by prince-ing.

He kneels, too.

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“Better. You have to be careful here, you know, there are all kinds of criminals going around. A little girl like you shouldn’t be out here without protection. Is that your house?”

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She nods.

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“Good. Tell me your name.”

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“Jackie.”

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“Pretty. I don’t have time for you now, Jackie, but I will later. Come to the festival and the ball, tonight.”

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What the fuck is this supposed to be. 

She nods.

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“Good girl. I’ll be expecting you. Wear something nice.”

And then he -

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- turns back into that terrifying looking wolf, and resumes running after the three pigs, now at a slightly brisker - if still effortless - pace.

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“We don’t need to tell my mother about that.”

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“Moo!”

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“I know. Let’s go.”

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