Going too far
moderngalahad:
“I’d rather not if I can avoid it,” the hunter said quietly. “Let me at least try coaxing him.”
The hunter cupped Hanna’s face and kissed his forehead, the only part he could reach with Hanna curled up. “Hanna, sweetheart,” he reverted to his mother’s nicknames to try and get a result, “I’m sorry, but it has to get done sooner or later. The faster you let Ples and Veser help, the sooner we can go take a bath and bond, and I’ll get you a hat so no one can see. Do I need to throw cookies into the deal?” He gently took one of Hanna’s hands and threaded their fingers.
Hanna sniffled before dejectedly getting back into the chair he’d been sitting in. He would have stayed silent, but his mate had asked him a question. And submission demanded he answer. “N-No… I dun wan cookies. Probably jus’ dog treatsh. Cush thas whah I am.”
Ples sighed and began cleaning up Hanna’s haircut as Veser tried to keep the drunken werewolf from wobbling too much.
“Nameless. If you’ve got anything you want to say to Adelaide, do it. I’m about to go outside to smoke and when I come back, I’m hauling her ass downstairs to put her with everyone else I’ve fucking glamoured.” Angry witch was angry.
Going too far
moderngalahad:
“You are not your wife, Abner,” the hunter said before turning his attention to Hanna.
“Shh shhh, Hanna, it’s fine.” He rubbed the werewolf’s back. “We have to finish cutting your hair, or you’ll be all lopsided. You don’t want that, do you? You’ll look awfully silly.”
“Noooooo… Dun… Dun cut m’hair… Pleashe? I-I’ll be good. I’ll brusshhh lots. Pleashe d-dun make me cut m’hair…”
“Hanna, baby… Your hair is already half cut.” Blaney sighed. Dammit. Just… Dammit.
The revelation sunk in and the drunken werewolf did his best to make himself small in the hunter’s lap, curling up into the fetal position. He didn’t know what to do.
Abner paffed into a bat and went to hide himself away. He didn’t want to be in this room anymore. Despite Adelaide having been the aggressor, the vampire couldn’t help but feel guilty for not having kept a better eye on his wife.
“Nameless, you may have to order him to hold still so Ples and Veser can finish…”
Going too far
moderngalahad:
The hunter looked to Abner, deflating a bit. A punishment that truly fit the crime would indeed make things worse. He’d have a new enemy in the middle of a serious undercover operation, and he couldn’t afford that.
“I told her that if she touched a hair on Hanna’s head, that I’d humiliate her. Shave and publicly spank her if I had to. Anything to keep her away from Hanna since she’d admitted to seeing him as an animal and wouldn’t hesitate to do things to him against his will. I don’t think my threat is appropriate now, though. Glamour is enough. I’m.. intimately aware of what it’s like to be conscious and have no control over your body, and that’s punishment enough, especially since she can’t express how she feels like this. She’s not allowed to be angry, or insist she’s justified, or argue that she deserves better. She can’t express anything at all. Maybe it’s dangerous to leave her to herself like that, but there are consequences to our actions, and she dug her own grave.”
The hunter went quiet, shaking slightly from the adrenaline and emotion.
Abner simply nodded. He honestly didn’t know what to do at the moment. His wife had just committed a terrible act against their friends and coworkers. Trust was key to their job and she’d just taken that away. “Please do not think this reflects on me? I wouldn’t do this to Hanna.”
The werewolf in question let out a whine and buried his face against his mate. “GalliJayneShue… *hic* M-My headsh cold… I d-dun wanna hurrcut. M-My bald shpots… Th-They’ll shee them…”
Unfortunately, the bald spots were already quite visible, as Veser and Ples had had no choice but to start with the left side of Hanna’s head.
Me when I’m roleplaying as told by Stitch gifs:
thefosterskids:
When I make a starter
When no one replies:
When I have a lot of replies to do:
When it’s late and I wanna stay on:
When I get mean anons or someone I love gets them
When someone tells me they like my roleplaying, they wanna roleplay with me, or that I’m too good to roleplay with them.
When I make unforgettable friendships with a partner ooc
When I make a connection with people in roleplay and explain them to people:
Me when one of my family members leave.
Going too far
moderngalahad:
The hunter motioned for the two hunters to stop what they were doing long enough for him to pull Hanna into his lap. Hopefully he wouldn’t wriggle around so much once he got hold of his mate.
He closed his eyes tight, anger and pain clear on his face as he wrapped his head around the idea that Adelaide had blatantly crossed lines and destroyed any trust he had left in her.
After a minute or so, he managed to find words, and they weren’t kind ones. “All of this because of some fucking hair. Dehumanization. Drugging. Assault and humiliation… There is no regaining my trust after this. This was too far.”
Ples and Veser both bit their lips and looked at one another. The elder hunter had pulled some nasty pranks on the werewolf himself, but never one the hunter said caused irreparable damage.
Hanna held onto the hunter, unable to communicate beyond whimpers and slurred speech.
Blaney walked over and put a hand on the hunter’s shoulder. “I’m keeping her under glamour unless you say otherwise. I’d say Hanna gets to pick what happens. But he’s incapable. So, right now, it’s up to you what happens to her. Despite Abner’s protests.”
“I just simply don’t want things to get worse…”
Going too far
moderngalahad:
By the time the hunter got home, there was a commotion in the living room. Abner was standing before an incredibly pissed off witch with Adelaide sitting on the couch, under glamour.
Ples and Veser were trying to get a completely sloshed Hanna to sit still as he cried. They were shaving his head. Not completely, but it was as short as it had been the time gum got stuck in his hair. Cookie and Chanel were busy cleaning up fur, and now hair.
Not a single soul in the manor looked happy.
The hunter stood in the door, face frozen in an expression of dawning fear and concern as he took in everything. He couldn’t be entirely sure what was going on, but the important things were obvious. Like his drunk, crying, husband being shaved and Blaney’s fury. The hunter dropped everything by the door and went straight to Hanna, taking his hand so that he was out of Ples and Veser’s way. He couldn’t come up with any words. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to ask what was going on, although he would likely be told one way or another.
Hanna babbled out incoherent words as he tried to move to get to his mate. Veser had to stop him and Ples sighed. “[I’m sorry, Nameless… We didn’t want to do this. But it would look better than what she did…]”
She being Adelaide.
Blaney turned to the hunter, done with Abner. “I’m sorry, Nameless. While we were all busy, Adelaide here stuck Hanna with a lupin dart and started to shave his head. Ples and Veser are fixing the damage. Chanel walked in on it and knocked the bitch out. Adelaide’s been under glamour since waking up.”
Abner shuffled his feet, eyes on the floor. “I’m sorry.”
notsonewlyweds:
hannawolfcross:
notsonewlyweds:
“I recommend venison.” owo Hanna’s shedding had gotten worse. Now his normal hair was patchy and looked matted.
“Genius!” Owen grinned, glancing at the red head’s hair. “Unfortunately, we don’t have any. How’re you, kiddo?”
“I’m good. And I’m here to drop OFF some Venison.” Hanna held up a cooler. “Good hunting near the manor I’m working at. Gnee!”
Cue raised eyebrows and a smile.
“Thanks, Hanna. Want to stay for dinner?” Owen asked, motioning him into the house and heading for the kitchen. Abel had fallen asleep sitting up at the kitchen table, a Nintendo 3DS XL open in his hands with Animal Crossing: New Leaf loaded. He’d been working on earning bells and buying gifts for Veser, and hadn’t slept all day.
“I can’t. I gotta head back. I just didn’t want the meat to go to waste, y’know?”
sirryanwatson:
hannawolfcross:
Hrmmm… Well… Alpha types are dominant and like to be in charge. Betas like me are more submissive and less likely to fight. Then there’s Omegas, which are different from species to species. Omegas were dead in the old pack I lived with. But for Owen, it was more like he wasn’t accepted as a wolf? I dunno. You’d have to ask him for more details. Buuuuttt… I dunno. Do you like to be in charge, or do you prefer to take orders, would be my way of deducing alpha or beta-ship.
[Despite being in the army, Ryan preferred to take orders rather than give them. Perhaps that was his PTSD talking— but he didn’t want to be responsible for anyone but himself after his team was killed.]
I prefer to take orders.
[His words are gruff. Foreshadowing.]
Then you’re probably a beta. I know I prefer taking orders rather than giving them. And I’m a beta.
notsonewlyweds:
“I recommend venison.” owo Hanna’s shedding had gotten worse. Now his normal hair was patchy and looked matted.
“Genius!” Owen grinned, glancing at the red head’s hair. “Unfortunately, we don’t have any. How’re you, kiddo?”
“I’m good. And I’m here to drop OFF some Venison.” Hanna held up a cooler. “Good hunting near the manor I’m working at. Gnee!”
Character development time! Give me some interesting questions about my character and I will answer.
(Source: would-be-dynast-king)
notsonewlyweds:
Shit, I still need to make dinner.
“I recommend venison.” owo
Hanna’s shedding had gotten worse. Now his normal hair was patchy and looked matted.
[[Jesus on a pogo stick
moderngalahad:
Innocently reading my dash and I look over
And Vesper geTS FUCKING STABBED]]
[[I KNOW! I’M FREAKING OUT MAN! OHGAWD OHGAWD!]]
[[ This is me and my muses right now. ;n;]]
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howthedreamgoes:
Dear Hanna,
I think that would be kind of suspicious, yes. (I like the word suspicious, but it’s hard to say). It’s a good thing there’s only one werewolf Hanna, right? Imagine two of you shedding. I hope it ends soon; you won’t go bald will you? I’ll make you a hat if you do. Certain patients can do knitting and crochet. I was never interested, but I could learn to make you a hat that way, so your head doesn’t get cold.
New paragraph because that one was getting too big. Back to hats. Then again it’s summer, so maybe you won’t need one. It’s getting warm enough for sandals. I like them because they’re easier to slip on and off when you’re outside, and you want to stand in the grass.
Can’t think of more words.
Let me know when you can visit again. I love you.
Jayne
Dear Jayne,
No. I won’t go bald. Thank goodness. I’ve had short hair before (I didn’t like it). And, uh, there is another werewolf me.
:/
Love,
Hanna.
