Harrowheart (
westfallcorndog) wrote2016-01-25 06:12 pm
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Worgen Hard or Hardly Worgen?
It had been a few minutes since Harrow saw his body, occupied by Viatorus, wandering around. Lucky for him it's a very tall body, and it's a hard one to lose. But now as he scans the crowd he doesn't see pale blue skin or blonde hair or glowing eyes. Where could V have gone off to? Could something be wrong?
And then he sees them. The ears! He knows those ears! Viatorus is in his worgen form. Something must have gone terribly wrong, and before he remembers the anti-violence field his mind fills his thoughts with worries of blood and pain. Could V have mauled someone? Could someone have hurt him out of fear or loathing or any number of things? He's got to find out, more for V's benefit than his body's. He knows which one is the sturdier of the two.
"Viatorus!" he shouts as he bobs through the crowd. He nearly goes too fast and feels his lungs start to flutter. He can't run. He can barely powerwalk. Either way, he can't stop moving. He heads for the massive wolf-creature as quickly as the crowd and his body will allow.
((A continuation of plots from the Walk a Mile event, posted here to the journal to save our inboxes from certain Hell. Tagging heirtothearcane!))
And then he sees them. The ears! He knows those ears! Viatorus is in his worgen form. Something must have gone terribly wrong, and before he remembers the anti-violence field his mind fills his thoughts with worries of blood and pain. Could V have mauled someone? Could someone have hurt him out of fear or loathing or any number of things? He's got to find out, more for V's benefit than his body's. He knows which one is the sturdier of the two.
"Viatorus!" he shouts as he bobs through the crowd. He nearly goes too fast and feels his lungs start to flutter. He can't run. He can barely powerwalk. Either way, he can't stop moving. He heads for the massive wolf-creature as quickly as the crowd and his body will allow.
((A continuation of plots from the Walk a Mile event, posted here to the journal to save our inboxes from certain Hell. Tagging heirtothearcane!))

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A big glass of wine and an old movie. Omg V is a 40-year-old woman.
"You can buy me a new shirt, if it'd make you feel good?" With a goodnatured laugh he quickly adds, "I ain't gonna hold you at gunpoint for it or nothin', but if you want to? I could always use a shirt or two."
He opens up the satchel swung around V's shoulders, mindful not to get too close to his runeblades as he does. Out comes the shirt, and he's even willing to help V put it on. The perfect butler. When it's through he waves in the vague direction of the commercial district.
"We can have a good afternoon shoppin'. Maybe even get a gift for Steve."
His secret is out!
"I'd like that. I'd... I'd like to get you some trousers too. Maybe a suit. I think you'd look nice in a suit." And it would be clothing he's actually comfortable in.