( his ears twitch around, one staying focussed on her as she speaks. that bed, Hermione. that bed sings to him. he lifts a paw, letting it hover over the edge of the chair he perched himself on. )
I'm not human. I'm wolfen. You're only born wolfen, there's no becoming like this. Not that I've ever heard of in years traveling and listening to far smarter people chatter on like chickens over lizards on the idea.
( he slowly looks back at her, giving her wide eyes and a duck of his chin towards his chest. it makes him look less assuming, just a touch pathetic. he's entirely aware of this. )
These werewolves you mention sound cursed. That's not a transformation that can be anything but painful, love, no creature is meant to be the forced melding of two at once.
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I'm not human. I'm wolfen. You're only born wolfen, there's no becoming like this. Not that I've ever heard of in years traveling and listening to far smarter people chatter on like chickens over lizards on the idea.
( he slowly looks back at her, giving her wide eyes and a duck of his chin towards his chest. it makes him look less assuming, just a touch pathetic. he's entirely aware of this. )
These werewolves you mention sound cursed. That's not a transformation that can be anything but painful, love, no creature is meant to be the forced melding of two at once.