[P] When our legs grew tall
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It's morning in St. John, and it's rather pleasant outside. Your character has found an old broken bridge.

Generosity had never been to a city before. When she had saw the decrepit skyline in the distance, she had tugged on her mother and pointed towards the distance for her to notice it too. The white wolf had wrinkled her muzzle at the sight and sternly told her child that cities were dangerous. She likened it to a fox hole—you could poke your nose in it, but you'd probably lose it.

Gen had nodded in agreement. Nevertheless, she approached the outskirts when they stopped to feed the cow. Wonderment carried her feet and clouded her judgement. Childish assurance told her that if she didn't go too deep into its concrete heart, then it'd be alright.

Just in case, however, she brought Primrose with her. The chicken wouldn't be helpful in any sort of situation, really, but having someone else with her gave the girl the confidence she needed to set forth. It was easier to do things when one wasn't alone.

The wolf padded along, marveling at the smooth stone underneath her feet. She murmured to the hen, ruffling her feathers with a hand while cradling her in the other, and commented on the landscape to her. She liked talking to Primrose, even if she couldn't talk back. She liked to think she could understand her even if her mother said she couldn't. She said that chickens were too stupid. Gen had almost cried and told her not to say something like that in front of Primrose.

When they reached a bridge, Generosity stopped in confusion. It hovered over a grassy ditch and there was water under it, but it was so shallow... What was its purpose? Was there something under it?

"Stay here," she told Primrose as she sat her down. For what it was worth, the chicken didn't move and simply bobbed its head around. The girl sat down on her bottom on the ditch's slope and began to inch towards the water... Even if it looked shallow, she was taking precautions.

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Today had been a fantastic day of scavenging, and he was elated! Not only had he found himself a nice cast iron pan (rusty, but nothing a little stone polishing couldn’t fix) but also some fairly clean burlap, a length of rope, and a dress. A dress for Saga; he had told his sister he would get one for her; he assumed she had thought he was joking, but he would never joke about putting his sister in the latest fashion.

All the items were neatly bundled up and inside his pack, which was slung over his shoulder, save for the pan which he had tied to a bit of the rope and had across his chest. The weight of it was enough to have his back aching ones he was on the outskirts of the city, but he did not mind. The more he worked his muscles, the bigger they would become, and he’d be grown out of this awkward lanky phase in life.

He wore just a simple deerskin vest and his favorite gray pants, but in the heat of the spring sunshine he wished he were naked; once he got back to the Vale he would disrobe and find a nice cool pond to jump into. He was nearing the broken concrete bridge that he had crossed that morning, and found something strange was sitting on it. His gait slowed, and he squinted his red gaze, what was that? Slowly, he neared, and then realized it was a bird, a chicken of all things! A silkie chicken, if he wasn’t mistaken, but he had only seen one once before in Portland. What was a chicken of this breed doing out here, all alone, and sitting still on the bridge, even as he approached? Suddenly suspicious that this hen belonged to someone, he sniffed the air and glanced around; that was when he noticed the girl near the bridge, sliding down into the ditch. Baelish looked down at her and cocked his head to the side in curiosity.

Everything about her was round, a bit frumpy, but she was still a cute little thing, what on Earth was she doing going down into that ditch? Despite wanting to get home as quickly as possible, Baelish found himself walking to the edge of the ditch and making a whistling sound down at her, What are you doing? he asked, hoping he wouldn’t startle the girl to badly.


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Generosity's toes touched the water and she withdrew them as if it bit her. The water felt fine, if perhaps cold. But maybe it would feel good on her paws. While the concrete didn't tear at her, her soft pads were definitely not used to such harsh ground. Why did the humans make it? Were their feet different?

Her thoughts had distracted her and she was staring at the water and thinking to herself when a whistle sounded. The girl's ears twitched but she didn't look up at first. She thought it was just Primrose making noises, though it didn't occur to her right away that Primrose couldn't whistle. It was not like the chicken hadn't done stranger things. It was when words were being spoken that it was decidedly not Primrose that was talking to her.

Bewildered yellow eyes flew up to see a boy looking down at her. Oddly enough, she wasn't too surprised by his sudden presence. That in itself sort of confused her. But she didn't dwell on it. Generosity blinked at his question and withdrew her legs closer to her person; she couldn't help but feel like she was being admonished, like she was doing something weird.

"Looking," she answered vaguely. Her tone was also a tad defensive.

He looked weird. He had the stuff all over his body—clothes, she reminded herself. He had something shiny on his ears. That especially caught her attention and she openly stared at them.

"Are you from the city?" she asked, realizing that the direction he walked from led deeper into the ruins. Her mother's words about how dangerous the city was echoed in her ears, but the boy didn't look threatening. He looked flashy like a bird.

Primrose, meanwhile, saw nothing wrong with the situation. The chicken hobbled closer to the wolfdog and waited as if she was expecting something.

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She looked up at him, her eyes like drops of sunlight, but confused. She didn’t seem too surprised by his appearance, if anything she was perturbed; Bae gave a snarky half grin at this, and also at her vague response to his question; she was a sassy one.

He knelt down then and loose the pan from across his chest, glad to be rid of the weight, it was then that the chicken cluck clucked her way over to him, he was surprised at the bird’s boldness. The ditch girl asked if he was from the city, and he shrugged as he reached out to try and pet the chicken, Not anymore. he said, mimicking her vagueness, I’m a country boy now, a pack-animal, live nearby, just came here to collect some things.

The chicken was playing coy with him, but he grinned nonetheless and looked down at the frumpy girl, Name’s Baelish. This is a nice hen you got here, you willing to trade for her? he didn’t think himself much of a livestock keeper, but a hen meant eggs, and he loved eggs. Plus the fact that this was a fancy chicken meant she could be traded off for something even better; it was a shame that he would have to part with one of the items he had just obtained if this girl accepted, I have a nice lilac dress with some white flowers I found, would fit you, I think. He wasn’t sure it would, but maybe she was looking to find some clothes, seeing as she was naked and all. A pretty dress for a pretty girl. he offered, giving her a wink.


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Not only did the boy look weird, but he sounded weird. His voice had a lit that sounded unfamiliar to her ears and it confused her as to why he spoke like that. Things like dialects and accents weren't known to her so she wondered. But she thought better of asking about it, especially out of the blue, and Generosity chastised herself for being so judgmental. She was simply curious.

That, and he seemed harmless enough. The casualness of it all allowed her to relax a little. He spoke about being a "country boy" now and being a part of a pack. She blinked at this and played with her cheek fur absentmindedly. He didn't seem like he was in a pack. He didn't seem like the type to brave the woods and run wild like wolves were made to do. But she did smell others on him, their scent coming together into a distinctive conglomeration.

Generosity wanted to ask about this pack but before she could think to ask him he introduced himself and, in the same breath, asked for the hen. Her expression shifted into something akin to shock like he said something offensive. She let him prattle on his offer if only out of sake for manners, and it was evident she saw no value in the dress regardless of the trade proposition.

When he called her "pretty," she wrinkled her nose.

"I'm not pretty," she reproached. She wasn't being self-depreciating in the face of a compliment or saw through his flattery; rather, she simply denied it yet took no harm. Perhaps the entire statement flew over her head, truly.

She rose from her spot on the ditch to go back to the bridge. Gen's walk showed no ill intentions to Baelish's person (Baelish, she thought, what a weird name) but it was clear she wasn't happy. "And Primrose isn't for trade. She's my family. You wouldn't trade your own sister, would you?"

She crossed her arms over her chest and glanced down at the pan before looking back at him. Gen tried her best impression at a stern look. "That was rude, you know. Did your pack teach you any manners?" She sounded just like her mother in her ears, if less confident. She hoped she did—her mother knew how to handle situations like this.

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She seemed shocked at his remark, but not flattered; shame. She was quick to shoot down his offer of a trade, and almost as quick to get out of the ditch and onto the bridge, as if to snatch the chicken away from him. He raised his hands in supplication to her, Alright, alright. He said, a smile still on his face, I understand, she’s obviously worth more to you than I first assumed.

He waved his hand as if lazily swatting a fly at her question that he supposed was meant to sting his pride, Wasn’t meant to be rude, a trade is a trade, it’s just business. And speaking about manners, I still have yet to have your name, pretty girl. Or did your parents not teach you any either? He grinned up at her, and placed an arm casually across one of his knees, Look at us, just two mannerless heathens out here. Perhaps Primrose is the most civilized of the three of us. He gestured towards the chicken, who to him seemed pretty oblivious to the whole goings on.

Now that she was closer to him, he could tell she was a wild girl, a loner; he could only smell one other person on her, and animals, but nothing else; where was her companion, he wondered. Waiting in the bushes, ready to pounce perhaps? He had his knife with him, but he was no warrior, and really not in any shape to win a tussle. Not wishing to start a fight, or at least hoping to quell one before it began, Baelish then rocked forward and got on one knee in front of her, Here, let’s try again. My name is Baelish D’Angelo, I’m from Mistfell Vale. I promise I won’t hurt you or take your chicken. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance Miss…? He left the air open for her to properly introduce herself to him, and offered a hand so that she may place her own there, in greeting.


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Generosity was somewhat worried that Baelish would simply take Primrose if she had not left the ditch. He was smiling and seemed amused and calm, but she didn’t know what to trust. But she didn’t want a fight either. She didn’t make a move to take the hen away from him (she did seem like she was enjoying being pet; it seemed like she was hardly aware of the wolf’s distress) and she allowed it instead of possibly escalating things further. She simply stood there with her arms crossed—almost trying to be assertive, but looking nothing more than withdrawn.

When the boy turned the tables on her and lightly accused her of having no manner herself, the pretense was dropped and her eyes widened in bewilderment. She certainly hadn’t expected that and a childish scowl crossed her face when Baelish suggested that Primrose was the civilized one.

The chicken bobbed its head when the unfamiliar canine said its name and Generosity looked down at the ground in embarrassment. She couldn’t help but recall her mother’s remark about how stupid chickens were... and she supposed she wasn’t acting any better. Gen wanted to rise to her own defense but her voice failed her.

She looked up when she saw movement from the corner of her vision and blinked in confusion as Baelish got onto the ground. He reintroduced himself and promised no harm, which was fine, but why was he on the ground? And she never heard of this Mistfell Vale before. He held out his paw and she tilted her head at it.

The wolf stooped down a bit to be on his level as she inspected his hand curiously. “I’m Generosity,” she said as she took an experimental sniff of his hand before deciding that perhaps he wanted her to touch it...? So weird. She touched her fingertips lightly on his own. “Is the Mistfell Vale your pack? Do they do things like this?” She gingerly tapped his hand.

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She was a bit taken aback by his boldness, but he had a point, so she couldn’t fight him on it unless she wanted to come off as a fool. Instead, she seemed to accept it and let bygones be bygones, until he offered his paw.

He could tell by the confusion in her eyes that she really was uncivilized, but not in the way he had quipped about; she really was just a wild one, and naïve to the ways of Luperci society. No matter, he did not judge her for it, everyone lived their lives in different ways, it did not make one more legitimate than the other; variety was the spice of life after all.

When she knelt before him and put her fingers gently in his palm, he could not help but smile a genuine smile; how endearing her inexperience was. She asked if Mistfell Vale was his pack and if this was a normal tradition there. He chuckled slightly and closed his hand around her fingers gently and then pressed the front of his muzzle on the back on her hand before releasing her, No, he said and then leaned back and plopped onto his backside, that’s just a thing I do. It’s called “being a gentleman” or so I’m told. He grinned, and then laid fully back into the warm grass, leaving himself propped up on one elbow, You really are a wild one aren’t you, Ms. Generosity? That’s ok, nothing wrong with that. Are you thinking about joining a pack? If you so, you may want to learn about some social queues.

None of the packs around here were feral as far as he knew, so she was somewhat out of luck if that’s what she was looking for. It wasn’t difficult to learn though, the ways of an advanced society, but she seemed like a shy little thing; he hoped she wouldn’t run into any unscrupulous individuals who would want to, and could easily, take advantage of her.


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When Baelish took her fingers gently in his own and pressed them to his muzzle, she simply blinked. If she hadn’t known better and if he hadn’t made his promise, she would have thought he was going to bite her. But it was a gentle motion—in fact, he called it being a “gentleman.” So she allowed it and withdrew her hand only when he released her. It made her curious, this gentlemanly thing. What was it all about?

Generosity stayed stooped as the other laid back leisurely. He was sure making himself comfortable for not being in his own homeland, she thought. Maybe she was wrong about the cities being dangerous. Still, she kept her knees pressed against her chest; she was relaxed, but also prepared to flee if threatened. But she doubted Baelish would be the one to threaten her.

When he called her a “wild one,” she pondered for a moment what that truly meant. But her mind didn’t linger as the boy asked if she was going to join a pack. “Oh, I dunno... I’d have to ask my mom. I was never in a pack before.” She knew about them from the adults that talked about it, but they never considered themselves pack members to each other. It was simply a amalgamation of wolves that, when disaster struck, broke apart like a dead tree struck by lightning. It was never made to last.

It did sound rather exciting, though, the idea of a pack. And it felt right—wolves were meant to be in packs, not alone like she and her mother were. She teased her cheek fur thoughtfully. “What kind of ‘social queues’ do you mean, though?” she asked. “Does it mean I have to learn to be a gentleman?”

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His crimson and gold eyes strayed up into the sky, where wispy clouds drifted lazily. Maybe Spring wasn’t all that bad, but he knew that for the rest of his life, Winter would be his time of year. Dark, cold, a belly always full; who could argue against that? Pretty flowers and interesting smells couldn't hold a candle to it.

Generosity was speaking, but he wasn’t fully paying attention now; something about her mother and how she had never been in a pack before. Expected. Bae could tell from a mile away that she was a sheltered child; he wouldn't be surprised if her mother was the only other wolf she had spent any great deal of time with. But then she asked about social queues and if she had to learn to be a gentleman, and he could not help but laugh. It was a laugh that was at her expense, but at this point he wasn’t sure if she would be able to tell that from just a genuine, innocent laugh.

After he sobered from his giggle-fit, and sat back up to look at her, I dunno. That depends on you I guess. Do you like women, or men? If you like women, then yes, learn to be a gentleman; they like it a lot.

He grinned again, and then plucked a long blade of flowering grass from nearby to stick in-between his teeth before laying back down into the grass, But if you like men, then you have to learn to be a woman. You’re already halfway there just by biological means. You just have to learn to be soft, friendly, caring… but tough. No real woman is worth her fur if she aint’ rough as nails. He grinned then, mostly to himself, his eyes closed. He didn’t want to tell her to become a powderpuff; that wasn’t worth a damn nowadays. She’d have to learn to take care of herself; for Generosity, he thought that might be a big task.


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Generosity blinked when Baelish laughed. It took her a slow moment to realize that he may have been laughing at her and her brows drew together in chagrin. She was just asking! How else was she suppose to know what he meant if she didn't ask? She rocked back on her feet to sit herself down on the grass with her arms hugged around her legs and her chin on her knees, spotting Baelish an admonished stare.

Gen wasn't upset, not really. But she still didn't like being laughed at. It made her feel bad.

Some of the hurt fell away from her face and was replaced with confusion when he elaborated and asked who she liked. The topic wasn't something that inspired embarrassment within her but it wasn't something she considered before. "Um, I think I like boys." But she was definitely reconsidering things if all boys were like Baelish. But she kept her quip to herself and listened to his advice as he ate grass. At least it looked like he was eating grass. "Girls can like girls, though?"

Generosity mimicked him and splayed out on the grass with her arms beside her. "Well... I think I'm already nice. I helped some birds the other day. They fell out of a tree, and I helped them," she blabbered. She looked at the sky above her. It was clear aside from the clouds that dotted here and there. "And, uh... I could be tough, I guess. If I had to be."

The wolf sounded uncertain. There wasn't any reason for her to be tough yet. Her mother was tough and that was enough, she thought. Generosity's ear twitched and she rolled over onto her side to look at Baelish. "Are there tough girls in Mistfell Vale? Does that mean the boys don't have to be tough -- I mean, if the boys like girls? Since the girls who like boys are so tough?"

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She looked a little down from him having laughed at her, but he didn’t feel any remorse; this girl really did need to toughen up. He definitely wasn’t up for the task; he didn’t see what was in it for him to put any effort forward. She was sweet, but dumpy, based on what he’d seen she probably didn’t have much to offer Mistfell Vale if he tried to recruit her.

But suddenly these selfish thoughts turned his stomach a bit sour; he reminded himself that now that he was a pack-boy he should start thinking of others. Generosity was vulnerable, even if she had a strong mother, and she had animals; that could be of some use.

She laid down in the grass just like he, and he smiled; she mentioned she liked boys, but seemed somewhat unsure of herself. After that she asked if girls could like girls and he laughed again, this time not at her, Of course! He said, Anyone can like anyone; if it’s boy-boy or girl-girl it just makes making puppies harder. He then made a gesture that would not be accepted in most company, but it was a joke more than anything.

He listened to her with a bemused expression as she talked about meeting the criteria he had set for women, and then chuckled when she asked if it was girls who had to tough and not boys in the Vale. He turned to look at her and propped himself up on his elbow, removing the piece of grass from his mouth, No. He said, being serious for the first time, everyone has to be tough, one way or another. If not, a pack can’t survive. A group is only as strong as its weakest link.

This was the moment, You know, if you and your mother wanted to come to the Vale, you could. I know it would be a change, but you’d be welcome there, and you could toughen up and be a lady, or a gentleman, whatever you wanted without having to worry about watching your back all the time.

He smiled, and then shrugged a shoulder, Think about it. I could vouch for you, if you wanted me to. This was strange, being kind to someone with no expectation of reward. Maybe he was softer than he thought; but maybe that wasn't a bad thing. He figured that sometimes one had to be soft to get ahead in life.


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Anyone can like anyone? That made Generosity think for a moment, and it kind of made her head hurt since she was thinking so hard. But Baelish put her confusion into words—exactly, it'd be hard to have puppies. But she supposed the idea wasn't so bad... Loving someone was pretty nice, with or without babies. She figured she'd want puppies one day but definitely not anytime soon. So there was plenty of time to think about that kind of stuff later.

The gesture the boy made was lost on her for a moment before she picked it up and she gasped. "Baelish!" she chided, but she couldn't hide the cheeky smile and the snort, even as she obscured her muzzle with her hands. As quiet as she was, Generosity was still a kid with a kid's sense of humor.

When she pressed him about the logistics of toughness in the Vale, the boy had suddenly become serious. She twitched her ears at the shift of tone and her expression grew more somber as she listened. She supposed that made sense... It sounded kind of daunting. What if she was the weakest one, and not good enough? Doubt crept into her belly like ice, chilling her.

Generosity refocused on Baelish as he made his offer and she blinked in surprise. He said it would be a change as if it would be something she was scared of... and she was. But it also sounded exciting. The more her heart fluttered at the idea of a new life, the more her worries weighed her down. She plucked at the grass and teared up a blade.

"That sounds really nice, Baelish... But like I said, I'd have to ask my mom. She'd have to come, too." Gen didn't think she could do much without her around, not when they had been together all her life. "And she's not the kind of person to just... go do things. She has to think about it." She thought about bringing Baelish to meet her mother personally, but thought better of it. It didn't seem the two would get along well at all.

"But if she does want to, though, where is the Vale? How do I find you again?" She straightened up all the way to sit with her legs crossed, looking at Baelish was an imploring stare.

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Baelish could not help but laugh at her laughing at him; it was fun to have someone to just laugh with. If there was one thing Bae was lacking in his life, it was true friends. His siblings could never count, as they were blood, and everyone else… well… it was his own fault for that. Ever cunning, ever calculating, the young D’Angelo was always looking out for just which angle he could take to have the advantage, to have some reward, for his interactions with others. In that brief moment, he and Generosity were friends and nothing more.

He could tell his offer was exciting to her, but she retreated back into that unsure girl who relied too much on her mother; his ears flicked back as she said she have to check with her before making any decisions. He nodded, but inside was disappointed. Based on how shy and awkward Generosity was, he could only guess that her mother was a bit overbearing, not one to quickly up and go join a pack based on the suggestion of a stranger she had never met.

She confirmed his suspicion in words and he nodded again, but then the young girl asked where the Vale could be found and he grinned and stood up, pointing to the Northwest; About half a day's walk that-away, at a good pace, and across the river. He said, and then reached down to pick up the pan and slip the rope tied to it over his shoulder, Come check it out, even just to say hello. Or… maybe I’ll come back here, in a moon’s time. Come meet me; I’d like to meet your mother. Maybe you could soften her up to me. He was sure that would be needed to have any kind of positive interaction with the girl’s parent.

Slipping his thumbs under the straps of his pack again, he made another bow at Generosity, It’s been a pleasure. I hope to see you again. Call out for me if you’re near the Vale. He smiled, and then, looking at Primrose, Keep care of that chicken. He laughed, and then turned on his heels and began the trek back to Mistfell Vale; though he did turned to wave goodbye to her.


Fantastic thread! We'll have to do a second one in mid-June Smile[+3]


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