[ She feels her pendant light up with the telling sign of someone sending her a message, and fishes it out with some wariness. It can't possibly be the wolf - how would that even work? Telepathy? Via technology, of all things?
Then she sees the username, and all hypotheses stop dead in their tracks, a knot suddenly in her throat. Humiliating - humiliating, to realise so belatedly that the wolf from Serthica was not only not a pet, but probably laughing secretly at her this whole time.
Now, every little love is not funny, or endearing, but raises her shackles even more until she's looking livid. ]
Licyn? Licyn - seriously? You're able to turn into a wolf, and you're just going to not say?!
( Now she gets the full brunt of his attention again, and his head canting to the side, curious. He notes she has the message reader out, and he blinks, slow, because that means... oh? Did it send? He hasn't tried it like this before, so that's a bit of interesting news.
He ends up taking the seat like he's people, perching in it near daintily, so he can look across the space at Hermione nearer to eye level. )
Because - [ she starts, after a sputter, and then sits down on the opposite chair, at eye level with what in hindsight looks like a massive wolf.
Licyn.
She can't even get mad properly, because that was her inviting the wolf into her bed, thinking it was someone's big dog, or a pet, or something magical and harmless to her. She'd been tired and had wanted a cuddle, and a cuddle she'd gotten. It would've been perfect, if not for the fact that she now knows Licyn was the one who took up more than half the bed. ]
Because why would you not? It's clear that you're not trying to hide it, since you're actually sending me messages? Which - how - also, fascinating. But that aside, you should really be upfront with people you give puppy eyes to for a spot on their bed.
( He holds her gaze, one ear canted forward as he listens, the other flicking every so often, still tracking new sounds, or repeated ones. He breathes in, once more scenting the air, but everything about him otherwise feels still for the moment. )
I am, I'm asking as a wolf. What they're getting is me, this way, not me as the whole two legged less fluffy kind. You're struggling with what people fail to accept when it's as simple as breathing. I'm a very nice pillow, and that's that, isn't it?
( Tongue blepping out the front of his mouth, between his teeth. )
I don't hide what I am no matter how I look. I didn't even think this trick would work, before now only the Doctor's heard me, and I don't try using my pendant when I'm working.
[The tongue blep is objectively cute, coming from a full-grown wolf, which is still enough to make her pause. Boggles the mind. More than boggles the mind. She barely even registers most of his words, before she blurts out:]
( He cants both ears forward, offering her a slow blink. )
Wolfen.
( As if that explains enough and everything she could possibly want to know.
He knows it doesn't, but she can start asking her specific questions. He turns his shoulders and neck and head to look back toward the bed. Where he'd like to curl up for a nap now, a nice nap before the whole night goes naptime on all of them. )
[Oh, she knows exactly how much space he takes up in a bed and now that she knows that he's not just a big, tame wolf, but Licyn, she doesn't immediately allow him to climb up on it.]
There are werewolves in my world, [she starts to explain.] who are people who transform into half-man-half-wolf when the full moon is out. But you have control over yourself, and you look like a full wolf - not something else.
[She purses her lips, and then considers perhaps an Animagus would be able to pull this off, but they would not call themselves wolven. So clearly, Licyn is something completely different.] Have you always been wolven?
( 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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Then she sees the username, and all hypotheses stop dead in their tracks, a knot suddenly in her throat. Humiliating - humiliating, to realise so belatedly that the wolf from Serthica was not only not a pet, but probably laughing secretly at her this whole time.
Now, every little love is not funny, or endearing, but raises her shackles even more until she's looking livid. ]
Licyn? Licyn - seriously? You're able to turn into a wolf, and you're just going to not say?!
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He ends up taking the seat like he's people, perching in it near daintily, so he can look across the space at Hermione nearer to eye level. )
Why would I point it out?
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Licyn.
She can't even get mad properly, because that was her inviting the wolf into her bed, thinking it was someone's big dog, or a pet, or something magical and harmless to her. She'd been tired and had wanted a cuddle, and a cuddle she'd gotten. It would've been perfect, if not for the fact that she now knows Licyn was the one who took up more than half the bed. ]
Because why would you not? It's clear that you're not trying to hide it, since you're actually sending me messages? Which - how - also, fascinating. But that aside, you should really be upfront with people you give puppy eyes to for a spot on their bed.
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I am, I'm asking as a wolf. What they're getting is me, this way, not me as the whole two legged less fluffy kind. You're struggling with what people fail to accept when it's as simple as breathing. I'm a very nice pillow, and that's that, isn't it?
( Tongue blepping out the front of his mouth, between his teeth. )
I don't hide what I am no matter how I look. I didn't even think this trick would work, before now only the Doctor's heard me, and I don't try using my pendant when I'm working.
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What are you?
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Wolfen.
( As if that explains enough and everything she could possibly want to know.
He knows it doesn't, but she can start asking her specific questions. He turns his shoulders and neck and head to look back toward the bed. Where he'd like to curl up for a nap now, a nice nap before the whole night goes naptime on all of them. )
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There are werewolves in my world, [she starts to explain.] who are people who transform into half-man-half-wolf when the full moon is out. But you have control over yourself, and you look like a full wolf - not something else.
[She purses her lips, and then considers perhaps an Animagus would be able to pull this off, but they would not call themselves wolven. So clearly, Licyn is something completely different.] Have you always been wolven?
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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.