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In the company of wolves

little red riding hood;

✦ Snowlight, moonlight, a confusion of paw-prints.

All silent, all still.

Midnight; and the clock strikes. It is Christmas Day, the werewolves' birthday, the door of the solstice stands wide open; let them all sink through.

See! sweet and sound she sleeps in granny's bed, between the paws of the tender wolf. ✧

Should you really be in a place like this? You're a good kid, and this the deep, dangerous woods - literally or metaphorically. Here, there be dragons; more accurately, here there be wolves, of the big and bad variety, hungry to the core. And they're waiting for pretty young things, especially those in red hoods, because they want to gobble you up. But not with teeth and with claws (not usually), for they can lure you to your destruction in delectable, devious, wicked ways.

You way want that, though. That may be why you're here in the first place. You're not so pure, are you? Then again...you may be the wolf yourself. What you're after is the hunt, the prey you know you can swallow whole.

✧ What big eyes you have
The kind of eyes that drive wolves mad
So just to see that you don't get chased
I think I ought to walk with you for a ways

What full lips you have
They're sure to lure someone bad
So until you get to grandma's place
I think you ought to walk with me and be safe ✦

✧ HOW TO PLAY

✦ Pretty obviously, this meme is based off of the fairytale of Little Red Riding Hood, which has commonly been interpreted to be about sexual awakening and seduction. It's also inspired by the short story "In the Company of Wolves" by Angela Carter, which is worth a read.
✦ Feel free to play this scenario as completely straight (ie characters with wolf ears, werewolves, literal fairytale settings) or as allegorical (a young, inexperienced character going into a bar full of bikers, etc).
✦ Similarly, bring along any kinks you'd enjoy. Underage/lolita, non-con, dub-con, fully consensual, knotting, animal mating drives, the list goes on and on. You can do pretty much anything.
✦ Reply with your character, preferences, and what role they'll take: Big Bad Wolf (or not so bad wolf, as it may be) or Little Red.
✦ Reply to others.
✦ Thread!

✦ LITTLE REDS

Innocent ✧ You're really in over your head, an ingenue caught up in a most carnal situation.
In Sheep's Clothing ✧ The red cape's an illusion; you're a wolf, or a maneater, looking to earn trust before you strike and get just what you want, and that's their body for your pleasure.
Tempted ✧ You know you shouldn't leave the beaten path, but walking on the wild side is calling your name.
Empowered ✧ In the end, it is your decision to indulge in your own desires. You're no helpless waif.
Not So Sweet ✧ The innocent and pure look is just to get those "big bad wolves" coming your way. You know what you like, and you like it rough.
Hidden ✧ You have a side that's dark, a bad side that's just begging to be punished. You have to keep it secret, though, or you may not even realize it's there yet yourself.
Purify ✧ Even the bad can be swayed by the good, and the goodies in your basket are just sweet enough to tide the beast over.
Fallen ✧ Once you were the hero of the story. Now, the sex and the lust have driven you down a darker road.
Beauty Loves the Beast ✧ What should have been only a little, luscious death has become more. You love your wolf so, you won't let anything happen to them when the hunters come.
✦ WILDCARD

✧ BIG BAD WOLVES

Bad ✦ Every moment of being the monster is something you enjoy. There's never enough precious little treasures to whet your appetite.
Reforming ✦ Your days of being the bad wolf are over and done with...that is, until you're dragged back into your wily ways by the forbidden fruit.
Rough Around the Edges ✦ Actually, you're good, for what you are. As it stands, everyone has their vices, and even you can't stay away from someone walking into your neck of the woods.
Corrupter ✦ You know you destroy innocence and you adore every minute of it.
Finders Keepers ✦ They were wandering into your territory, so you'll keep them as a pet.
Not What You Seem ✦ You appear as if you'd be the Huntsman in this tale, but you're only hiding your teeth.
Romantic ✦ Even a wild beast has a heart. Still, how did they worm their way into yours?
What Big Teeth You Have ✦ All the better to eat you with, my dear. Oh, and you are a biting one.
Reverse ✦ How does it feel when you're the prey, instead? There's a certain rush, though, you can't deny.
✧ WILDCARD

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[ wolf ]

[Little Red with a smartassed mouth]

[ Definitely the wolf. ]

{ooc: Could do either side, but more likely he'd be a little red. He's 15 if that matters to you. Open to canon and cross canon. And Dios if you're into it.}

With Rogue being Logan’s little bear cub in her universe, this intrigued me. Any interest and/or preferences for Victor?

[ Red ridding hood. ]

[ ooc; red or wolf, he fits the bill; either. ]

Edited 2018-08-14 01:52 (UTC)

[Can actually turn into a wolf...]

[ interested? dev here is a witch, and i can do either historical/fantasy or modern setting, although the character changes slightly depending on setting. i have a few ideas i can toss out if you're willing :) ]

[Sure! What did you have in mind?]

[ welp, i was thinking something in the historical/fantasy setting, with devia being part of a small village somewhere in the Northumbrian area, perhaps, and is born with inherent magic, which automatically marks her as evil, devil, demon, etc. and is at some point either cast out of her family and home to "feed the beasts" of the "haunted" forests thereabouts, or offered as sacrifice by the paranoid pagans to do the same.

am good with fleshing out more details, i live for plots, lmk what you think, or we can come up with something else entirely! ]

[That is fantastically detailed and would work great. Nicholas is generally an inhabitant of a ruined castle in a haunted forest and hunts the woods nearby as a wolf, panther, and black stallion during the nights, human only during daylight, and often thinking like a wolf even while in human shape.

Would you want to start with her being found, or after bejng found, when they are already accustomed to one another?]

[ Perfect! Devia will absolutely be enthralled with Nick's horse form--lmao, she's a great lover of horses omg--but wolves and panthers are generally warmer, so. She's always been a nature/animal lover, and as a witch has a proclivity for both.

We can start maybe a little after their initial meeting? Pre-CR is definitely my jam, it saves so much time and we can always work in important details in the tags. Let me know if this works for you and I'll go ahead and start. :) ]

[Works great! Go ahead and set us up!]

Devia added more wood to the fire, determined to keep the kettle at full boil until the berries were fully cooked. Nicholas hadn't yet returned; she hadn't asked where he was going, nor how long he would be gone. In point of fact, she hadn't spoken very much at all since he'd brought here here.

Outcast from her people for the magic inherent in her blood, the young witch had been delivered to the ìobairt and left for whatever might come slinking out of the depths of the deep forest beyond. She'd begged, pleaded, fought, and struggled, but it had been her own father who'd bound her hands and feet, and he'd also been the first to vanish into the highland mists.

She'd finally succumbed to exhaustion and terror, and had woken to find that, indeed, something had come for her. Devia hadn't expected to survive the night, much less wake to see curiously pale eyes beneath a mop of unruly dark hair staring at her, watching intently. The--man--had told her that his name was Nicholas and the crumbling castle in which they were now was his home. He was a sneachda, a creature her people had feared since the Gauls had first taken root upon these green shores.

But she'd felt no terror in his presence, simply a timid but growing curiosity, once she realized that he didn't plan to devour her on the spot. Devia knew she'd never be able to return to her village and her kin, her heart a little sad at such a loss, but at least she was safe, here in the deep forest with her very own demon. That thought never failed to amuse her, albeit a little bitterly.

The scent coming from the kettle was delicious, and she reasoned the berries were probably soft and done by now, so she removed it from the fire and went about setting up the rest of the simple meal; venison strips wrapped in fragrant wild onions, almost-stale bread filched from a woodcutter's basket, and cheese bartered from a peddler at the outskirts of the forest. A glance at the sky proved it almost sunrise; she didn't doubt Nicholas would be back soon, well before the first rays of sunlight crept over the pines.

[ seems like a sheep, but... ]

[ seems like the big bad wolf, is actually the big bad mildly disgruntled house dog. ]

[The real deal, the big guy, the dude this meme is partially based on. Can also swing the Little Red role if you want.]

[Obligatory.]

*Red Riding Hood.*

((F/M cross-canon; no Chibi-Usas, please; OTA on all other castmates. Riding Hood for Normal/Good Mamoru, but definitely Wolf for Brainwashed/Evil Mamoru))

[ i mean ]

[ probably red, or the wolf is actually a fox and she's lost control of it. ]

[ either one! ]

[ Either works ]

[the most bitter, jaded red you can possibly imagine rip]

[[Empowered/Not So Sweet/Hidden red. Don't mind her morbid sense of humor.]]

[ little red riding hood in wolf's clothing. ]

((OOC: He's much more of a seductive than violent sort of wolf. I'm hella here for some sensual corruption and tempting of some good little girl/boy off the path. Alternatively, he could play the innocent to lure something really bad out of hiding for the tormenting/punishing.))

[ red riding hood ; though she's already familiar with wolves. ]

[ ooc: a riding hood. Them/their pronouns and more info on journal ]

[ Hi she's literally a werewolf, probably falls more into 'Rough Around the Edges.' Happy to play with oWoD canon or to just run her as a more generic sort of werewolf. Shipping wise, I'm pretty open with a bit of a preference for F/F stuff. ]

Edited 2018-08-14 20:53 (UTC)

[little red! either completely Innocent or going for the Purify option. also, castmates only, please.]

[Either.]

( little red but she's well aware of how tainted the world really is. )

( could be either! )

[probably little red, but capable of being both.]

[Most definitely the wolf.]

The wolf...

[ definitely little red. ]

[Actual wolf, so... Actual wolf.]

[Grimmjow isn't a fan of doing things on anything but his own terms, but there is one thing that clearly isn't optional.

Being a Hollow. As such, he'd spent a great portion of his life devouring the souls of others to futilely alleviate the emptiness inside his own. Being an Arrancar tempered the edge of that feeling back, but it did not dull it completely. Besides which, he'd done it for a long time. He even preyed on his own kind, otherwise how would he have ascended to such heights of power, right? It's habit now.

Still.

He's not a fan of that hunger.

In order to better come to terms with it, he chooses to slink in the darkness, be it alleys, parks, or just anywhere that a malingering predator might hide away. He has no illusions about what he is, who he is, and what he's gotta do.

So perhaps it's a little unfortunate that he's come across a scrawny looking woman. All long hair and pretty face. Hah. As if he'd care.

Woman, man, it doesn't matter. The way he approaches her among the shadows of the trees, a smirk on his face and his steps light...Grimmjow is quite assured in the outcome of this all. He'll tear her soul from her body before she even realizes he's there--

--If she can even see him. It took the right sort of human to see a Hollow if they didn't wanna show themselves.

[Rowan's aware before long that she's being hunted. There's a prickle that runs up her spine to the back of her neck, a sensation of being watched-- and she has to restrain a smile.

She'd come out here hoping for exactly that, of course; a small woman, out walking in the park alone after dark, she seems like easy prey for an enterprising mugger. Maybe even a rapist. The sorts of people she could despose of without them being missed, whose clothes and wallets she could take without any guilt. Maybe even their keys, if she needed a vehicle or a place to stay for a while. It isn't the noblest existence, but it works.

Pausing to prop a foot atop a nearby bench under the guise of retying her sneaker, she tosses her hair over one shoulder so she can get a look around. There's nobody nearby that she can see, but there's no fooling her nose; somebody is close. A man.

Perfect.

She straightens up and continues on her way, shoulders almost imperceptibly tighter now as she prepares herself for the attack. Come on, come on...]

[Seriously, how vulnerable could she be?

The ease of the hunt makes Grimmjow complacent--he's not lost against his prey for decades, and he doesn't see fit to start now. She doesn't look as if she can see him, so he moves in closer, hands in his pockets and a grin on his face.

Fearlessly...haughtily, he sneers:]

Idiot. Can't even see me, can ya?

[There's no time for answer, just a loud displacement of sound as he propels himself forward with his own reiatsu, leaping out at the woman with the intent to dislodge her soul violently from her body or maybe just kill her where she stood. Either works for him.

A good palm strike would do her in. She's only human...right?]

[The voice is what tips her off; it's too close, given that she hadn't seen anybody approaching, so she tenses and ducks immediately-- Paranoia combining with instincts and working together, in all likelihood, to be all that saves her life.

Her eyes lock on to the figure as he moves past where she had been, his hand out in what's clearly some sort of attack, and she snarls as she lunges for him; obviously, this one is not her usual fodder, so she's got to dispose of him quickly.

Letting his body pass hers, she lunges forward only milliseconds later in an effort to catch her would-be assailant off-guard. Delicate hands suddenly tipped with viciously-curved claws reach for where the man's torso and throat ought to be, seeking to put him down quickly so she can drag the body into some bushes before they're discovered.]

[Grimmjow's more than a little surprised at the reaction time on this chick. So maybe she could see him then. Damn...that's not the most common situation.

Loathe as he is to admit it, he really was caught a little off his guard, and he doesn't have much time to dodge the woman's strikes. The hand going for his throat meets its mark, and he lets out a surprised gasp.

...Then smirks, wide enough and with such mirth that she'd likely feel the tightening of the muscles where her claws had punctured--but only barely had they nicked his skin. As for her other hand, she'd aimed a little low, huh?

Real idiot, this one. He can't blame her for that one though; who expects a gaping hole in an assailant's body?]

Aww. Looks like you didn't try hard enough there, girl.

[The words roll of his tongue derisively, and his hands grab at her forearms, exerting an inhuman strength upon her to try and break her grip around his neck. Not that it mattered--his skin was like solid iron, and she wasn't going to win by halves.

Maybe she'd glance on long enough to see the smile on Grimmjow's face extend to that fragment of mask on his face, practically animating the sharp bonelike protrusions in an uncanny curve. Yeah, those sure are some teeth he's got.]

[The fact that his throat and torso aren't immediately shredded to a messy, red ruin is a genuine surprise on par with how easily the man had managed to get the drop on her; her claws have punched through the hulls of tanks, how is it that she doesn't seem to be doing him any damage?

His snide commentary brings her back from shock and to its more useful cousin, irritation-- Just in time for his hands to close on her forearms and grip with enough strength to make even her gasp. Holy shit-- What is he?! Her eyes widen as her grip is broken and she's got to let her knees buckle in an effort to twist free of that unrelenting pressure. Forced to look up, to see that cocky grin, she gasps again when she catches sight of that... Mask? Whatever it is, it's kind of eerie. Note to self, she thinks-- Don't punch that side.

That doesn't mean that he can't be punched, though... So once she's got her thighs tensed in a sturdy crouch after letting his grip buckle her, she pushes off from the ground in an effort to drive her shoulder suddenly and heavily into his midsection. Hole or no hole, if he's solid enough to grab at her that way, he damned sure ought to feel that.]

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In the company of wolves

kylo ren ( STAR WARS ) ota

Darcy Lewis | MCU

Brigid Finn | OC | M/F

Giorno Giovanna ; Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Victor Creed/Sabretooth | Marvel 616 | M/F (Except for Logan)

Re: Victor Creed/Sabretooth | Marvel 616 | M/F (Except for Logan)

Yamanbagiri Kunihiro | Touken Ranbu | M/M

Jason Todd | DC | OTA

Nicholas | OC shapeshifter

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alec i amasa of kerry - nightrunner series

arthur curry | dceu | m/f

bigby wolf (the wolf among us) | ota

Lennon Russell | OC

Dr. Angela ' Mercy' Ziegler | Overwatch | OTA

Mamoru Chiba - Sailor Moon

ruby lucas/red | ouat | ota

kira yukimura | teen wolf

Hiyama Chinatsu l Ballroom e Youkoso

Alex Benedetto l Gangsta

kaiji itou | kaiji

Viola Avelide | Original | OTA

dana polk | THE CABIN IN THE WOODS

Ereuvir | OC | OTA

sylvia ruiz-talbot | oc

Lexi Verne / witch oc

Mackenzie "Kenzie" Haynes ♦ OC (World of Darkness) ♦ ota

Linkle | LoZ/Hyrule Warriors | f/f

Tate Langdon | American Horror Story

yuuki kuran ( vampire knight )

Jinx | Teen Titans | ota

morgana | merlin/arthurian | ota

Korekiyo Shinguji | Danganronpa V3

Russell Wallace | OC werewolf| OTA

Mitama | Fire Emblem Fates | ota

Rowan // Original Character

Scenario as discussed! "Wolves" all around~

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