[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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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.