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 Female x Male  Supernatural/Paranormal In Search Of Father - Poldaran & dunklunk

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by dunklunk, May 4, 2018.

  1. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    He slowly shook his head in total disagreement. And to make sure Jane got the message, he then said, “You were neither impertinent nor disrespectful to me. An inquisitive mind is no reason for you to use either of those words to describe yourself.” Oskar shrugged halfheartedly, amazed that it was necessary for him to explain something as simple as asking questions.

    “Questions are how we learn about things, Jane, which we would otherwise not know about. Think of it this way,” he attempted to explain. “You’ve had one helluva day so far. Er, hectic day so far.” He knew he should watch his language around her, though the good news was that he hadn’t dropped any f-bombs. Yet. “Anyways, I expect you to ask a ton of questions, since you’re new here. It would be the same for me if I were a visitor in your lands. Questions upon questions.”

    Trying to make light of the situation, Oskar could tell she was still struggling internally with all that was going on. As if to prove the point, Jane’s waterworks began. In earnest. He took note of how she wasn’t shy about it in the least. Both eyes kept dispensing the liquid, and he froze, unsure of what to do next. He certainly didn’t wish for her to stand there, helpless and crying.

    Just then, a 150-watt light bulb beckoned for him to do something. Anything. Recalling his discovery of her in the woods, she didn’t seem to mind his touch while she was in her wolf form. So he thought he’d take a chance with her human self. Oskar approached from her left side, gingerly putting an arm around her right shoulder. This close to her, he felt no need to speak too loud, yet he spoke slightly above a whisper.

    “You haven’t done anything wrong, Jane, and I know things are really confusing for you right now” he soothingly said while slowly guiding her toward the yawning back door. “Come inside. I have an extra bedroom for you to rest in. Because right about now, I think you could use a good sleep. No one will bother you, and I’ll be nearby in case you need anything.”

    A few steps later and they were inside. With his arm still around her, he closed and locked the door with his free hand. Although she continued to cry, her tears weren’t flowing as freely as they were outside. Halfway up the stairs, he softly stated, “Almost there, Jane. We’re heading for that open door to your right. Once inside, you’ll find solace in that bed. Guaranteed.” Although Oskar was unsure as to how much of what he said was registering with her, he was just hopeful that she would sleep peacefully. The search for her father would be continued when she woke.
     
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  2. Poldaran

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    She nodded and sniffled to Oskar's words, but couldn't stop herself from continuing to cry. When he put his arm around her and led her inside, she went with him willingly. The house was a blur through her tears, as she focused on his words and not stumbling as she walked. It was really for the best that she didn't see much of the house, as it would have simply increased how upset she was, with all the strange things inside.

    Then, she found herself in a bed, which she gratefully sank into without a word, pulling the covers over her bare shoulders and drifting into slumber almost immediately. It didn't matter that she was in a strange house with a strange man she had only met that morning. The weeks since she had left home had been hard, and after a long night and part of the day without any sleep, her body was so exhausted that even if she had struggled against it, sleep would have taken her.

    At first, all was restful darkness. But as she continued to sleep, she found herself curled up between her uncle and father, their fur soft against her bare human skin. She snuggled down between them more, resting her head against one of them, listening to their gruff voices in the back of her mind as they talked to one another. In her dream, Jane slept like that, until first her uncle left, and then her father shifted her aside and also left her, now cold and alone.

    Waking up suddenly, she sat up, the blankets falling down to her lap, her dress tangled around her. Her hair had fallen from the soft bun atop her head, and the blonde tresses fell down to her waist. She wasn't cold, in fact, she was very comfortably warm. But... where was she? Glancing at a window, it was night outside. The room she was in was... strange. Very strange. Not at all like home. Rapidly, memories flooded back to her mind of meeting Oskar in the cafe. Oskar, the golden eagle, his flight above her spectacular.

    Immediately, she reached out to him with her mind, hoping he was still close. :Oskar?:
     
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  3. dunklunk

    dunklunk You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Member

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    Oskar was relieved, to say the least, when Jane offered no protest or argument of being guided into his home. This fact alone cemented in his mind what he already suspected: How utterly naïve she truly was. For all she knew, he dabbled in female slave trafficking or was a sex maniac. Of course, he was neither of those, but she didn’t know that. She probably wasn’t even aware of what either of those entailed. It just bothered him to no end how she could easily fall into the clutches of someone with ill intent. Well, he’d have to see to it that that didn’t happen.

    He was over the moon at how she took to the bed like an eagle takes to the wild blue yonder. Some much-needed rest, he believed and hoped, was all she needed right now. Oskar thought how Jane would be right as rain upon awakening. Perhaps then she’d have a clearer head and a better handle on the situation.

    While she slept, he busied himself around the house, though he wasn’t really focused on anything in particular. The fridge and cupboards were stocked with enough food, so if his guest was hungry when she woke from her slumber, he’d be prepared to feed her. With darkness having settled around them, he lounged on the couch while browsing through a few sports apps on his smart phone.

    Buried in scores and stats, Oskar’s eyes immediately looked up from the mobile device at “hearing” his name called. He dropped the phone where he had just been lying, and hustled up the stairs, though he wasn’t quite running yet. Jane’s “voice” didn’t sound alarmed or anxious in any way, so that was a positive. He had chosen to close the door to allow her more privacy and tranquility. Now standing outside her room, he lightly knocked and then asked, “Jane? You alright?”
     
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    As she waited for a response from Oskar, she looked around the room more. A chest of drawers; that was a normal enough item, though she'd never seen a style like that before. Beside her was a small side table upon which was... something. It stood about an arm tall and had a cone of some sort over the top of it. She had no idea what the purpose of it was. It seemed a strange decoration. There was no fireplace in the room, nor any candles. What did Oskar use for light?

    Sighing in relief at the knock on the door and Oskar's voice, Jane answered. :I'm fine. Glad that you are still here. I was worried I was alone for a moment there.: She quickly straightened her dress around her. She was acutely aware that she had left her overdress and petticoat on to sleep; the petticoat was quite rumpled. Not much she could do about that as she didn't have a second petticoat with her.

    : Do you have any candles? It's awfully dark in here.:
     
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  5. dunklunk

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    Ordinarily, Oskar would have his ear pressed up against the door in order to clearly hear what his guest inside had to say. Jane, however, was anything but ordinary. Instead, he stood near the bedroom door as she implemented communication through their minds.

    Her question about candles raised a genuine smile. A lamp is right next to her, he thought. But of course, not only did she not know what it was; she would also in turn not know how to put it to use. So far, Oskar found every display of her naiveté to be both touching and sweet. He did not see any of this changing in any way, since she had so much more to learn and see. Wait ‘til she sees the TV, he mused, and that’ll freak her out right proper.

    Wishing to show her instead of tell her (besides, she was more prone to knocking the lamp over than not in an attempt to turn it on), he stated softly, “I’m coming in, Jane. I can do something about the darkness.” He briefly considered asking her if she was “decent,” but nixed the idea as she probably wouldn’t know what he meant.

    His eyes needed minimal time to adjust to the gloom. Though in reality, he could maneuver around the room with his eyes closed, as he knew its layout so well. Standing by her bedside, he could tell she was looking at him expectantly, eager to know the whereabouts of those candles. Instead, he reached under the lamp shade and flicked it on.

    Voila! Instant illumination. Jane’s expression, unsurprisingly, was priceless (to coin an annoying phrase). Her mouth hung open and her eyes were wide with wonder. Now armed with delusions of David Copperfield grandeur, he switched the lamp off, waited a few seconds, and then turned it back on. He wasn’t certain, but it appeared as if her lower jaw had dropped a little more, while her eyes grew wider. Oskar shrugged at her with an easy smile. “See? No need for candles,” he said.
     
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    Jane watched in fascination as Oskar produced light from the decoration on the bedside table. A lamp, he explained. She then had to try it herself, flicking it on and off several times to Oskar's laughter. Surely, it was magic, and she told Oskar so only to have him dissolve in mirth again. He mentioned something called electricity, which Jane took to mean the type of magic the light was.

    She needed to use the facilities, and blushingly told him so. He led her down a hall, then clicked on another light; this one somehow embedded in the ceiling. A water closet. This was somewhat familiar. Oskar nicely explained to her how to flush what he called the toilet. This was helpful, as there wasn't a pull chain anywhere in sight. Then he excused himself, shutting the door and leaving her to her business.

    When Jane was done, she peeked out of the door, to find Oskar waiting for her down the hall. What followed next was an hour of her asking rapid questions about various objects in the house as he led her down to his main living area. There were a number of things she was too hesitant to touch. They looked, well, scary. Her discovery of switches throughout the house led to no end of amusement for her, until she found a switch in the kitchen near the sink that caused a loud growling noise. She had screamed and ran from the room as Oskar could do nothing but laugh, switching the garbage disposal off before going after her to calm her down. After that, she left the switches alone.

    Finally, her head buzzing with all the new information, Jane settled on his sofa for a break. Oskar's house was full of strange things, but it felt safe. A haven in which to explore this new world she had wandered out into.
     
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    Amusement was just the tip of the iceberg in describing what Oskar felt in following Jane and her meanderings through his home. After a bathroom break and numerous questions, switches were her new chew-toy. Understandably so, since one never knew what would happen when flipping one on. This defined Jane perfectly, as she seemed to hold each and every switch in pure, innocent wonder. However, the garbage disposal replied in furious anger at being turned on with no food scraps to follow. Unsurprisingly, its noise would shock anyone not accustomed to one, such as Jane. Which explains why she ran from the room with a scream, not bothering to turn it off. Not even trying, for that matter.

    Once he caught up to her, he felt it necessary to explain to never, ever stick her hand in there. With the disposal on, her hand would not return to her in one piece. Oskar clarified what purpose it served, and after she briefly recoiled in horror, she nodded in understanding.

    While Jane made herself comfortable on the couch, he confirmed the time and checked the TV guide. Excellent! he thought rather excitedly. One of his all-time favorite movies was on right now, and he decided she could use a treat of sorts after her harrowing experience with the garbage disposal. Remote controller in hand, he flicked on his 55-inch flat-screen television.

    As The Princess Bride flickered on, they were just in time to hear Westley respond to Inigo, You seem a decent fellow. I hate to die. Swordplay then commenced shortly thereafter, with the clashing of steel on steel. And once again, Jane’s jaw dropped and her eyes went wide as the figures danced across the screen.
     
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    Jane watched the rectangle across the room spring to life suddenly. Figures within danced with swords back and forth, a battle the likes of which she had never seen. She stared in awe, her blue eyes wide, as the battle played out with joking banter. Finally, the man in black won the duel and ran off. Suddenly there was someone new within the rectangle: A short balding man who cried out, "Inconceivable!"

    Confused, Jane got up from the couch and slowly approached the device. Hesitantly, she touched a corner of it, expecting her hand to go through it and touch what was on the other side. But it didn't. Certainly, it was like a window, then? She leaned forward and craned to look behind it, finding nothing but black ropes attached to the back. She waved her hand behind it to make certain, and it passed through without hindrance.

    Frowning, she stepped back. The man in black was now wrestling with a giant. Touching the screen again, she was amazed as the picture kept moving beneath her hand. It had no effect. Turning to Oskar, her hand still on the screen, she asked, "What is it? How are those people inside? Can they not see me? Why are they so small?"
     
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    At first mesmerized by the movement and action on the screen, Jane left her seat to investigate the strange appliance. Oskar was not in the least bit surprised by this, as it was a predictable response from anyone not familiar with a TV. He watched with a smile as she attempted to figure things out for herself. Clearly unsatisfied with her discoveries, she then peppered him with questions.

    Taking it all in stride, he did his best to explain the technology that made up a television. Though for sure, he was by no means a techno-whiz. Nevertheless, he kept his jargon simple in order to help her understand.

    Oskar decided to change the channel, settling on Animal Planet. As Jane was focused on him and his explanations, her attention was away from the screen. He quickly changed the channel, however, as a mostly submerged crocodile was stalking a wildebeest as it foolishly drank from the river, seemingly without a care in the world. The ensuing crocodilian feast might be too shocking for her, and he wasn’t about to take that chance. Though in reality, he thought of her in wolf form, and assumed she had to have fed on prey, just as the large reptile was about to do.

    His new, chosen destination was the Food Channel, and the show’s host and hostess were explaining the culinary delights of monstrous burgers. In his opinion, they were so big, the burgers could easily feed two people, if not more. Once they were done stuffing it beyond the point of overflow with all sorts of condiments, the burger resembled a small building, albeit a small building that would surely taste divine.
     
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    Jane tried to take in Oskar's description of the television as well as she could. It was hard to follow, and she decided to chalk it up to magic until she came to terms with it. She sat back on the couch and stared at the culinary trash heap as it was created. Her stomach was rumbling at this point.

    "Do you... have anything to eat? Something without tomatoes," she made a face at the television. "I'm not sure why you'd want to put a poisonous plant on your food, but I'll pass on that."

    Realizing her question might be thought of as rude, she rallied. "I mean, I can go back out to the woods and bring something down, if... if you don't. You don't have to feed me. It's okay."
     
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    In his attempts at trying to keep things as uncomplicated as possible, he could tell that Jane was still struggling with the concept of television. Oskar quickly learned that his settling on the Food Channel came with dire consequences. Jane’s simple question proved it, as she seemed to not care any more about the wonders of television.

    “Do you... have anything to eat?” she innocently and hesitatingly asked. Her comments about tomatoes resulted in a resonant laugh from him. Tomatoes are poisonous? he wondered silently. He might have to ask her about that sometime. Because what would she think of tomato sauce? Without tomato sauce, there’s no pizza, and he’d bet good money that she would indeed enjoy pizza.

    “But, of course, Jane,” he stated with a wide smile. “Color me silly for landing us on a show about ginormous burgers without the hunger pangs kicking in. I’m kinda hungry myself.”

    Although just about 100% positive that her intent was not to make him laugh, he did so anyway when she offered to bring something down from the woods. It was sweet of her to propose such a thing, though he knew she actually meant it. Oskar harbored no doubts of her capability to hunt. He was in no mood, however, to skin, clean, or dress dinner. Of course, he also knew what she intended, in that they would in all probability feed on fresh venison. Which in turn signified that he would need to morph into his golden eagle self, in order to safely consume red, uncooked meat.

    Oskar had a much better idea, but first, a few reassurances. “Feeding you is not a problem, Jane. And really, I don’t mind one bit. I can only hope that you like my cooking,” he stated with a nervous chuckle. “Anyway, I always have a lot of food in the house, mostly cuz I never know what my taste buds will be craving from one week to the next.”

    The opportunity presented itself, so he took it, switching the channel back to Animal Planet. Thankfully, the show currently being aired was about puppies, which always killed him. Whenever he watched the puppies or the one about kittens, he always wanted to go out and purchase eight of each. Until reality snuck up and slapped his stupid head, reminding him that both puppies and kittens, over time, grew up. Translation: THEY GOT BIGGER!

    Satisfied with the chosen channel, he offered, “How does my leftover beef stew, with vegetables, and brown gravy sound to you, served over a bed of white rice?” Nearly forgetting an important detail, Oskar immediately added, “And no worries, Jane. Not one, single, solitary tomato will be found in the stew.” He smiled at her for added assurance.
     
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    "Oh, that sounds lovely, Oskar," Jane agreed readily. But the yips from the television had caught her attention, and she watched raptly as the little puppies bumbled and danced across the screen while the narrator described their goings on.
     
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    Ecstatic about her willingness to sample his cooking, Oskar was about to excuse himself in order to prepare their meals. But first, he wished to be sure that Jane was fine with the current show being aired. She must have been, as her enrapture with the puppies barely solicited an audible response from her. A nod was all he received. Good enough, he thought, as he left for the kitchen.

    Since the beef stew and rice had already been made, a quick zap in the microwave was all it took to reheat the food. Satisfied that their dinner was at a tolerable temperature, he beckoned for Jane to join him at the dining room table. Not much prodding was necessary, which indicated to him that she really must have been hungry. Excellent, he thought, as the hearty stew’s ingredients and semi-thick gravy would be sure to stick to her bones. The stew served as a tasty blanket over the rice.

    Usually, Oskar would sit and watch TV while eating. He decided against this practice, however, as he didn’t want to overwhelm Jane with balancing a plate in hand while also enjoying whatever show might be on. That could get messy through no real fault of hers. So they sat at the table instead, enjoying the hot meal and each other’s company. He was glad to see her attack her supper with the zest worthy of a wolf. Sure beats taking down live game, he thought. Smiling, he was pretty sure she would agree with that assessment.

    Conversation topics ranged anywhere from their shifting prowess to ideas and plans on tracking her father. Oskar knew that they would make better time once underway in his car. He didn’t doubt for an instant Jane’s skills at locating her father. But he also knew that she couldn’t possibly cover the kind of ground a car could. Or a golden eagle for that matter. Sadly, he lacked any sort of accommodation for a passenger.
     
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    Oskar had suggested they get more sleep and start their search for her father in the morning. Finding herself still rather tired, Jane readily agreed. Oskar led her back to the room she had been in before and left her, himself retreating to another room down the hall.

    She pulled off her over dress and petticoat this time before getting into bed, leaving only her thin chemise on. Once in bed, she took her hair out of the messy bun it was in and let the long blonde tresses fall around her before lying down. Laying for a time in the darkness she finally drifted to sleep.

    A long, loud howl sounded, as though right next to her, and jerked her out of the sound sleep she had been in. Immediately sitting up, her head snapped to the window where the sound had come from. Again, the ululation sounded, long and urgent in its summons. Without bothering to fix her hair or put on her petticoat, Jane flew across the room, down the stairs, and to the back door.

    Here, she stopped, as the door would not seem to open. She pulled and twisted at the handle, to no avail. There were some kind of mechanisms on the door. She fiddled with them, twisting and turning, until finally the door fell open. Jane stumbled out, catching her balance and running out to the overgrown back yard.

    Jane stopped just a few feet shy of a large brown wolf, who was sitting on its haunches in the middle of Oskar's back yard. She shifted into her wolf form, the pale of her fur standing starkly in the moonlit darkness. She was smaller than the brown wolf, who didn't blink at the transformation, but seemed to expect it. Jane lay on her belly before the larger wolf, her chin on the ground, listening to what the elder wolf had to say.
     
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    Shortly after leaving Jane in her room, he retired to his for some much-needed sleep. It had been an eventful, as well as an interesting day. Changing into his sleep clothes (which was basically a tank top and underwear), he settled under the covers, comfort instantly settling in. Images of stew meat, potatoes, and carrots frolicking in a stream of brown gravy danced in his head. Sleep soon followed.

    Oskar wasn’t sure what time it was, as he groggily tried to focus on the clock radio on his nightstand. Unable to differentiate between a 2 and a 3, or an 8 and a 9, he gave up trying and shuffled toward a nearby window instead. What woke him remained a mystery, though he at first thought it was a siren of sorts. But then he had heard it again, though this time it was drawn out, as if its originator was hanging on that one, final note. This was no siren, however. It was animalistic, and last he checked, only wolves howled in such a fashion. Coyotes lamely tried, but they were pretenders in his opinion. A wolf’s howl was not only distinct, but haunting as well.

    As his eyes settled on a rather large, brown wolf outside, Oskar heard movement in the hallway. Jane! Was she answering the call? Still, he figured she had to have been in her human form in order to negotiate the door. Soon after, his guest was now in his backyard. Good for her, he reflected, she figured out the locks.

    He witnessed Jane’s shift, as she then respectfully lay on her belly a few feet from the brown animal, chin on the ground. Oskar surmised that if they hadn’t already started, they would soon begin communicating telepathically. Sensing he was trespassing on their privacy (though really, he couldn’t hear a word they were saying anyway), he turned from the window and crawled back into bed.
     
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    Jane listened intently to the stranger. Her ears flicked as she listened to him and responded. Finally, they finished their communion. The large male turned away, heading back to the woods. He stopped right before entering the cover of trees, looking back at where she still lay in the grass, then disappeared into the darkness.

    Jane waited a few long moments before rising. She sniffed the air, then went back into the house. Pushing the door closed with her hind paw, her nails clicked against the tiled floor of the kitchen and the wood of the staircase. She stopped in front of Oskar's door.

    It was still very early. The sun was not up yet. But she, who was used to being awake at night these past few weeks, had plenty of rest and was now wide awake. She couldn't recall the sleeping schedule of golden eagles. Then again, the information the elder wolf had imparted to her was rather important. Making her decision, she grabbed the door handle with her paws, balancing carefully and trying her best to be quiet.

    Padding into Oskar's room, she jumped up onto the bed beside him and licked his face with her long wolf tongue.

    :Oskar, I need to talk to you.:
     
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    Oh, man. Things were just getting better and better. First, the buxom blonde sidled up to rub against him. Then the curvy brunette did the same thing with her bottom on his other side. All that was left was the redhead, and she was seductively sauntering over toward him.

    Wuh zat? Who just licked my face? Surely, it wasn’t any of the women, as he would’ve seen it happen. The women, he sadly noticed, began to fade. No, don’t go, he blurted out, but to no avail. . . .


    Slowly waking, Oskar could’ve sworn there was an extra weight on the bed. Or at least it felt like it. As his eyes sleepily opened, a snout belonging to a pale blonde wolf with blue eyes peered down at him. Nearly jumping out of his skin, he nevertheless had a minor jump scare at the imposing sight. He knew she meant no harm, but still, staring face-to-face into the eyes of a wolf was quite disconcerting. Especially in your own bedroom. When it was still dark out.

    :Oskar, I need to talk to you.: Obviously, Jane decided to return to speaking to him without speaking, so to speak. Oskar briefly considered mentioning the brown wolf, but thought better of it. She was, more than likely, going to fill him in on their meeting anyway. So he just yawned with a slight stretch, while stroking her under the chin.

    “Hope you slept well,” he said, yawning again. “What’s up, Jane?”
     
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    :There was a visitor here tonight. Well, more than one,: she amended. :The Elder of the pack here spoke with me. He has taken notice of my presence, but, more importantly, he took notice of others in the forest near your home.:

    Jane shifted her weight on the bed. :Elder says that... two human males stalk the house of the great bird man. This is... hard to translate from the way of the wolves, I am sorry. The men wear night, and smell of ill intent. The Elder does not want them in the forest and urges the great bird man and I to remove them, so that the pack does not have to deal with them. He thinks that my presence has attracted them, though neither of us could understand a reason why. He does not want the danger brought to his pack.:

    She let out a low, keening whine, dropping her head to Oskar's blankets. :I do not know what this means, Oskar, and I'm frightened. Why would I have brought danger to their pack?:
     
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    As Jane mentioned two human males stalking the house of the great bird man, Oskar immediately sat bolt upright. His abrupt movement rustled the covers of his bed, so much so that it revealed what he was wearing underneath. In potentially awkward times such as these, he was grateful of wearing a tank top (not really a big deal) and boxer briefs (possibly a big deal). Prior to answering her, he silently sang hosannas to the Eagle Elders that he did not sleep in the buff.

    “So, uh, Jane,” he stammered, while covering himself to the waist, “this Elder wolf of yours, um, why doesn’t he and his pack just go after these guys and take ‘em out themselves? I mean, surely, a pack of wolves should be able to take down two dudes, right?” As much as he liked the moniker “great bird man,” it also sounded as if he should be in some kinda freak-show circus or summat.

    While Jane contemplated her answers to his questions, Oskar threw in a few more just because. “And another thing, how exactly does your Elder expect us to deal with this threat? Should I swoop in, grab one by the shoulders with my talons, soar to, oh I dunno, about a mile high and drop him? Do you have it in you to take a life?”

    Oskar could tell in her “voice” that she was perplexed, and rightly so. He did not wish to make light of the situation, nor did he mean to blame her for any of this. He did, however, have one or two observations. “This reeks of something to do with your search for your father,” he stated flatly. With her head on the blankets, he stroked her between the ears, saying softly, “And I don’t think this has anything to do with his pack. Cuz if it did, these men would’ve attacked them by now.”

    Wondering if he should or not, he asked just the same, “Does your father have many enemies?”
     
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    Regarding him from her big blue eyes on the bed, she tried to think of how to answer. The Wolf Elder had given her a picture more than words of why the pack did not want to handle the mysterious men in the forest. Jane decided to simply try pushing the image to Oskar like she did her thoughts, but he didn't seem to react in a way that showed he had understood what she was doing. Time to do it the hard way.

    :The Elder said that the men have...: She struggled with how to describe what she saw. :I do not have a word for them. Dangerous hollows that have lightning inside? These things are dangerous to the pack, they cannot combat them.:

    At his question of whether or not she would take a life, she buried her muzzle further into the blankets against his leg. Why had things taken this turn? :No, I couldn't do that. I don't know what the Elder meant for us to do. Only to get them to go.: She leaned her head into his touch as he rubbed between her ears. :I don't know of any enemies father had. I've... never known anyone except he and Uncle. Father traveled a lot. Uncle told me once that there was a new city in the south mountains that Father went to a lot. Daver was the name of it? I can't remember. There were so many places and I couldn't memorize them all.:

    Her ears perked forward as she tilted her head to look at him better, posing a question of her own. : Do fathers usually have enemies?:
     
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