#The Boy Who Was a Wolf

[whitedahlia13]

That’s Where You’ll Find Me

Chapter 15: The Boy Who Was a Wolf

Fandom: Teen Wolf / The Wizard of Oz AU

Characters: Stiles + Lydia, Prada, Allison, Scott

But now and then there came a deep growl from some wild animal hidden among the trees. These sounds made the little girl’s heart beat fast, for she did not know what made them. - L. Frank Baum, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

According to the map, about halfway through the woods, the road will split, each side narrowing to a single lane. The light is minimal, but they make it to the fork without incident.

What the map didn’t show – what they only realize once it’s too late to turn back, is that the next stretch of road is in serious need of repair. Not only do the bumps and potholes slow their progress, but the path twists and turns, making it seem like they are going miles out of the way.

“Didn’t anyone teach the engineers that the shortest distance between two places is a straight line?” Lydia mutters.

“They must’ve skipped school that day,” Noah jokes.

But she can tell he’s getting more frustrated by the minute.

Alli certainly wasn’t exaggerating when she described Trona Woods. A place that is somehow both cramped and desolate. Strangely still, yet teeming with activity. The farther they travel, the larger and more gnarled the trees become. And the fog… It’s like a living breathing thing, swelling and receding in unpredictable cycles, droplets of moisture reflecting the hue of the leaves and moss, giving everything an eerie green glow.

They are two-thirds of the way through when night falls, plunging them into darkness. Beneath the intricate web of branches and foliage, they can’t even rely on the guidance of either of Oz’s moons. Noah flicks on the high beams, but the road is so laden with dirt, debris, and overgrowth, one can hardly see the yellow bricks.

It’s not just the limited visibility that feels menacing. There’s something else. A presence.

Lydia shuts her eyes and takes deep, deliberate breaths.

That’s when she hears it.

The howl of a wolf.

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🏷️ @folglore13, @kylermalloy (drop a comment if you’d like to be tagged for upcoming chapters)

[pinacoladamatata]

blink and you'll miss it moments around skyhold....

[starry-bi-sky]

wolfpack. aka: if not friend, then why friend-shaped?

"Hey-- uh, Danny?" There's an almost imperceptible tremor in Tucker's voice.

Danny doesn't look up from what he's doing, his pencil scritching across his notebook as he tries to do another quadratic formula question. "Hm."

"What's -- uh -- what's with the dogs?"

He looks up now, and finally sees where Tucker is -- standing in the doorway of his room with an ashy look on his face and a skewed, nervous smile. He's got a white knuckle grip on the doorknob. Sam is wide-eyed behind him, and using him as a partial meat-shield.

Danny looks down to the two giant ghost wolves sprawled next to him lazily. One large green one with his head in Danny's lap, letting him use him as a prop-up for his notebook. Another equally large black one splayed against his hip, sleeping on her side with her head tilted inward to his calf.

Automatically, a grin tilts across Danny's face, and he lifts his notebook up to scratch behind the green one's ears. He opens a lazy eye, one that is bloody red with a ring of yellow around the pupil, before slipping it shut and leaning his head into Danny's touch. "This is Sirius and Procyon," he says, and reaches down to scratch Sirius' belly. "And they're not dogs, they're wolves."

"Great," Tucker says, his voice suddenly much smaller and faint, "Love that distinction."

Sirius makes a great big groan, and Danny's grin widens, his heart swelling with fondness. His hand slips away from her belly, and before he can put his notebook back down, Procyon pushes his head up his lap until his ear is against his stomach, demanding pets now too.

Sam peeks her head up from over Tucker's shoulder, "I think what Tucker's asking here is what are they doing here, Danny."

He shrugs, scratching under Procyon's chin. "They kinda just showed up. I tried sending them back to the Zone, but they keep returning." And they were weirdly intent on just following him around, which is the only reason he gave up on returning them. They weren't causing trouble, and they knew how to hide around the living. Plus, he just loves dogs. "So now I have two wolves living with me."

This, oddly enough, did not do anything to calm Sam and Tucker down. Tucker's mouth purses into a thin line, and he presses the sides of his palms to his lips in prayer. "How have your parents not found out about this?"

Danny wordlessly raises his hand, and his sleeve slides down to reveal a thin chain bracelet hooked around his wrist. He whistles sharply, and both Procyon and Sirius jerk their heads up to look at him, ears pricked up and eyes alert.

Silently, he points to his wrist and rattles it twice, and in unison both wolves stand up and pounce. Instantly, they turn into a respective, opaque black and green mist that swirls around the bracelet and forms into two, flat wolf charms.

Both wolves are posing in the stereotypical wolf howl, with little stars indented on the sides. Procyon's charm has the Canis Minor constellation engraved on it, while Sirius has the Canis Major.

Danny faces Sam and Tucker, and points at his wrist. "Like this."

[octaviasdread]

Thinking about Carpe Diem and the cinematography of falling leaves to falling snow.

Seasons as cyclical as generations. It's tapestries and banners. It’s photographs on the wall. A structure, a system; tradition in the bones of buildings and boys.

There's a choice to be made - Nolan's hollow, ceremonial Light of Knowledge, or Neil's scavenged, man-made God of the Cave?

They’re children living for the future through a lens of past. Fireside stories embraced by woodland caves. They chant, dance, and recite from a sacred book - the heirloom they claim from a father they chose.

The window is finally open, but time froze at Welton lake. Forever winter. Forever youth. A moment in time, a feeling, a community turned to dust.

It's all so fleeting. Carpe Diem. Teenage years, childhood, a lifetime in three months. It’s a tragedy of classical epics.

The tale is old, but this wound is fresh. Falling to your knees. Shouting at the sky, praying and wailing, and clutching at the earth.

But the snow never stops.

Spring is up to us.

[philip-the-nickel]

[nanamis-username]

my piece for @drfairytalezine ✨🖤 (from 2021)

i did byakuya + the boy who cried wolf - with the twist of byakuya being both the boy and the wolf, based on his actions surrounding the second murder 😋😼🥶🥶🤭

[strobbylemonade]

let sleeping dogs lie / let loyal dogs die

[neodiekido]

little red riding hood and the boy who cried wolf

[kaiserin-erzsebet]

We never find out how Jonathan got past the wolves.

Which means there's nothing in the text stopping me from imagining that he befriended them because they aren't vicious without the Count's influence. Just Jonathan and a pack of good boys who decided not to eat him.

[thatsbelievable]

[vir-bellanaris]

Anyway have some more facial differences between Solas (being jumpscared by) seeing normal Inquisitor vs romanced Lavellan.

I probably don't have to tell you which is which.

The quality is the best I could make it folks the lighting SUCKS

[missterious-figure]

:)

Part 1

Hehe

(I don't know if they'd classify as werewolves, because they don't transform into humans or vice versa, but they are wolf men things so...) Werewolves only ever pick flowers when they are gifting them to a potential mate or someone they wish to court. That's how Sun could tell so easily what Moon was doing.

I will not elaborate further :)

Part 2!

[periwinklepanic]

There is nothing more gratifying than having a friend watch a tv show you recommended. Of all of life’s simple pleasures, it’s my favorite. I’m also good at it ?? It’s very easy for me to convince someone to watch a tv show I like ?? And yeah, I know it makes sense that people I’m friends with would like the same things as me but, it isn’t just close friends either. I talked up WandaVision to a coworker I just met last week and she started it the next day.

I just love talking about tv and analyzing shows with people. I could talk about tv anytime with anyone. I have no idea why but, people listen ! I have one (1) superpower.

[kathrenax]

height difference is sending me i can't

[felassan]

ancient meta from the dawn of time and by that I mean pre-DA:I's release in 2014 [edited for brevity] [the Hermit card].

"The Inquisitor’s Edition of DA: Inquisition comes with a deck of 72 tarot cards, both major and minor arcana, with custom artwork Solas - The Hermit The Hermit, set against a barren landscape, leans on his staff and holds a lamp in front of him to light the way in the darkness. Let’s start with the obvious: Solas is literally a hermit. The card speaks of retreat, wandering, distance, reclusion, solitude and (when reversed) loneliness. In the story of the Tarot, the Hermit heads out at night, peering at and examining whatever takes his fancy. In the same way, Solas walks the Fade while asleep, finding brilliant unimaginable lights, only to smile in delight and move in for a closer look. The Hermit’s lantern illuminates animals that only come out at night, flowers that only open in moonlight or starlight - Solas sees things in the Fade that can only be found if you go in without fear, without preconceptions, your way illuminated by the knowledge. The Hermit wants the truth at all costs - Solas values freedom of thought above all else. In readings, the Hermit can symbolize a wise person with a philosophical attitude. The person may also be someone older, like the old man the Hermit is usually portrayed as. The person may be someone the querent meets who will give them the insight, tools or training needed to overcome an obstacle - someone who can shine a light on things that were previously mysterious or confusing. This comes from an interpretation of the Hermit: he has internalized the lessons of life to the point that he is the lesson. Now he returns from isolation to bestow boons on his fellow man and share the knowledge he has gained. Now he is like his lantern, illuminated from within by all that he is, capable of penetrating the darkness. He helps, acts as a mentor and offers wise counsel. In the knowledge he offers the Inquisitor, Solas embodies one of the meanings of the card - guidance. The Hermit is ruled by Virgo. if anyone is going to take a lantern into a dark place to see what’s going on, it’s a Virgo. Solas reflects key themes of the card such as going on a personal, solitary quest." </end 2014 rambling>

[emphasis added rn]

Light is a super common metaphor for knowledge, wisdom, insight and guidance. Cole says "He wants to give wisdom, not orders". The riddles in Lateral Thinker, in which we have to light a series of braziers with Veilfire torches, go:

"The Dread Wolf keeps its gaze on the one light that illuminates the way forward. // Where the Dread Wolf's gaze blazes, paths are brought to light. // When the Dread Wolf's gaze is bright, light burns in a ring of the dead. // One sees the hunter, one flees from it, one hunts it in turn, one outwits them all."

A lighthouse is a tower-like structure designed to emit light and act as a beacon. The Game Informer article calls Solas' Lighthouse a "towering" structure. this magical realm in the Fade is his lair, his inner sanctum, his home base; it reflects him (and his hermitty isolation). the article kind of likens it to visiting your friend's bedroom, it's not a showy place like Skyhold or a fortress, it's something realer and more intimate than that. you could read it as, Solas' personal home in the magical Fade is called a lighthouse because Solas, like the Hermit with his lantern or little flame in his hand, is like a lighthouse, a beacon in the dark - as if the "flaming Rook" emblem on the front of the 'red book' isn't just a fiery rook as in the chess piece or Tower card with Fen'Harel above it, but a tower-like structure, a lighthouse, and at its top blazes a bright fire, a beacon of light like those atop a lighthouse, where Solas himself resides, lighting the way.

[zebracorn-chan]

This is peak FNaF Gameplay.