#detectivewoof

[bldrdsh]

@detectivewoof / starter call ( katrina kane )

She hums, one leg crossing over the other as she remains seated comfortably in the quiet little cafe she'd found. She's blowing through for a few days on a HUNT and she figured maybe she could get a bit of light ( non work related ) reading done before having to go back to the grind.

AS THE COFFEE finds its way to her at the table, her eyes glance up at the busy sidewalk around her, a sigh escaping her lips as she turns her attention back to the newspaper, the SIGHT of something pertaining to where she's going causing her to huff.

"...Well that can't be good."

[normaltothemax]

@detectivewoof from here

Max flinched when he spoke, his voice sounding extra loud in the sudden absence of screaming. The sight in front of her was terrifying, something straight out of a nightmare, and wide, still-glowing eyes stared at the blood-soaked scene with a mix of horror and disbelief. She’d seen some violence before, sure, but never anything like that. Was that…was that what she’d looked like when she’d hurt Colton?

She didn’t like it, shuddered at the thought.

She couldn’t seem to tear her gaze away from the mess that used to be the man with the gun, heart racing so fast she thought it might burst. The scent of blood in the air was overwhelming, made her feel sick to her stomach.

When she finally managed to look back at the man that’d saved her, it wasn’t a much better sight. He was covered in blood, red staining his clothes, his skin. With a whimper, she took a small step back, small hands tugging anxiously at the hem of her dirty shirt.

He was saying let’s go, and Max wanted to go. Really, she did. She didn’t want to be there anymore. But the man with the gun had been scary and what she’d just seen was scary and the thought of going anywhere with a stranger was still scary, despite not having anywhere else to go.

Her eyes glittered with barely held back tears, bottom lip wobbling. She didn’t know what to do.

[mvnces]

Does he look ridiculous trying to hold up his much taller son to the window? Probably, yes. Does he care? Nope, not at all. "See? There's nothing out here."

The malformed and twisted form that was not quite a wolf and not quite a boy was mostly gone. After over half a decade, Silas could normally live comfortably as something that looked fully human outside of a full moon. It was some of the more animal, instinctual behaviors that stuck around like a bad habit that he couldn’t shake. The growling at almost every little noise that he heard was a particularly bad one. Manny was lucky, though. The younger wolf no longer tried to get outside to chase and catch whatever poor critter had been rustling around outside. Most of the time.

Growl stopped abruptly in his throat at the feeling of being scooped. Surprise and confusion from being scooped up like a pup would be shock him into silence. Pale hues flickered up toward the window, the image a bit fuzzier without the glasses that were occasionally wrestled onto him. As Manny said, the yard outside was seemingly empty. Nothing was there.

He looked away from the window without a sound.

[vvhiskeyneat]

big red fluff and grr has left liam a goat. it's like cat gifts except its at least useful.

Liam could only thank whatever deities watched over him that his hound lover had decided to deliver his "dinner" to the tattoo shop after hours and not to his apartment complex. The one time living in an active neighborhood was beneficial. Too much movement meant Manny wasn't going to show up there in that state.

Still, as he stood there over an entire goat carcass with the throat torn out, he pondered what was becoming of his life.

He supposed this was a good time to know some rather country type good old boys. So, breaking out his phone, Liam punched in a number and held it up to his ear, listening to it ring until finally the other end picked up.

"Hey, Steve! Yeah, I know it's been a minute. Remember how you used to get calls from the town for fresh roadkill? You still into that? ... Nice, nice. Uh... you wanna come pick up a goat?"

[nerditudes]

@detectivewoof

"On a scale of one to ten-- how hard do you want to chase that rabbit in the park over there? Because I'm doing my best here and it's just so tempting." Just to werewolves casually chillin in a park. Shiva enjoyed being out and about around people.

Perhaps he was built different.

[thejadedking]

@detectivewoof ∣ 👑

"I found one of my slippers half-eaten, perrito. Care to explain?"

[cheekypriest]

@detectivewoof asked: Chewing on his crucifix yet again 🐺

For a moment the Brit had presumed he'd been broken into, though he wasn't sure whether he'd have preferred to find a burglar snooping around his apartment over a werewolf chomping on one of his crucifixes -- - again. "Shame there's not a commandment that says 'thou shalt not chew on someone else's crucifix'." He mused with a growing smile. "Then again, doubt you'd adhere to that anyway." A quiet chuckle left him, his shoulders shrugging a little as he wandered on inside and planted himself down on the couch as if the whole situation was the most normal thing in the world. "Might need to start buying these in bulk if this is going to become a regular occurrence. What do you think? Reckon you could indulge in a monthly chew toy at the behest of the Vatican?" His smile grew, obviously well aware the werewolf probably had no idea what he was even saying. "I'll take that as a yes."

[cigarettesandcoffee]

"Give it."

He's fixing Liam with that look that just screams Dad.

"I know you took the notepad."

"I didn't do shit, you can't prove anything, I know my rights."

Hes standing his ground.

"I don't even know what notepad you're talking about."

Of course he did, and he'd spent the last half an hour doodling in it around the detective's notes. Somewhere in there was a dragon with a mustache burninating a village.

"And if I did know about aforementioned notepad, it was left unattended, and therefore; fair game."

[kxllerblond]

"Look, we've all done things we're not proud of. We all have secrets." 🤷

❝-—Look, Detective, if this is some weird and indirect way of offering me an opening to talk about something...thank you, but no thank you. ❞ he cast his glance outward and away at nothing in particular, thinking likely. He did a lot of that-—too much sometimes.

❝ I don't like to assume but I do like to think I'm good at calling certain things in people-—got a certain talent for it, I suppose. ❞ he turned finally to Manny, hands still shoved deep into an overly expensive coat.

❝ And my gut tells me that no amount of talking is ever going to ease whatever guilt, regret, etcetera either of us feels over the shit we've done or the shit we're going to do. I don't think we get that luxury. ❞ but he shrugs, sniffs, and scuffs an equally over-expensive shoe against the ground.

❝ Could be wrong, I don't know you. Besides, I don't think a detective would like to hear about anything I've done I'm not proud of. I'm a businessman. If we feels remorse over something, it has to be really fucking bad, you know. ❞

[beastbitten]

@detectivewoof ∣ 🐺

Ethan tried his best not to bother the older werewolf at his work, though as he'd been on his way through to make head over to his brother's place, he'd thought he'd drop by with something that he'd made for both Manny and Hicks. Shyly inching his way up to the front desk, the tall timid creature needed a moment to gather himself together before holding out a plastic bag with a cylindrical container and a good amount of thick orange liquid inside it. "I, uh... I jus' wanted to drop this off for Detective Morales, it's... it's carrot and coriander soup. Um... homemade." He admitted with each word at a time, already feeling the back of his throat running dry just from talking. "I wasn't sure when his lunch'd be, so, I... I figured I'd leave it off for him anyways."

[iobartach]

@detectivewoof asked; ❛ are you following me ? what … what do you want ? money ? ❜ B(

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Docked marks for being noticed, quietness awaits as he inches forwards on his perch atop a statue. Seeing no point in pretending to ignore the other's questions, he instead moves closer to the edge, in a silent creep that carries the same precision as the spider emblazoned upon his glowing chest. Balancing the majority of his mass on the balls of his feet, for such a large man, he is a sight to behold, resembling a creature that was more likely to pounce than engage in dialogue.

"Money? That's-- No, that's not what I'm here for." In a move that fortunately managed to defy expectations, he finds his voice, not only speaking, but doing so in a manner that served to quell any brewing notions that he bore any intentions to cause harm. If anything, his intentions coursed in the opposite direction, keen to prevent trouble at all cost.

"As for your other questions... I'm just here to mostly observe." A poorly constructed excuse that would not last under the most minimal amount of scrutiny placed upon it, without saying further, his answer hadn't been a complete fabrication. Not exactly. When it came to the business of corralling anomalies, Miguel had tended to shelve any attempts at humour -- a habit, freshly demonstrated, as he moves to speak in a calm and informative manner. '

"Have you seen anything out of ordinary occur around this area lately?"

[normaltothemax]

He's bought and labeled three different bags of sweet breads for each goon like it's going to matter but he's trying to make everyone feel included in the gift thing.

“You fuckin’ sap.” He rolls his eyes, steadfastly ignoring the way his ears burn. It’s just fuckin’ sweet bread, Lockley, calm the fuck down. It’s sweet, is what it is. And thoughtful that he got some for each of them, rather than expecting them to share.

@detectivewoof

[mvnces]

One beast is picking his son up with his mouth for a bit of hunting course correction.

Sometimes it seemed like a miracle that he had managed to survive on his own in the wild for the past five years. Poor eyesight and awkward portions made it hard to hunt — He resorted to scavenging to get by for the most part. The fact that he frequented an area that was nearby a summer camp made it a bit easier. There were a lot of kids who left their snacks unattended long enough for him to snatch them up.

But hunting with Manny was a lot different and, thankfully, he had gotten better at hunting.

That did not mean that he was able to stay focused the entire time, though. He had ventured far enough, apparently, that Manny had had to come and find him to get him back on track. The sensation of a mouth grabbing him by the scruff of the neck? It earned a long, high pitched noise of complaint as Silas did his best to wriggle out of his grip.

[vvhiskeyneat]

@detectivewoof from here

The abrupt jerking motion of the arm he'd been nestled against being torn from his grasp resulted in Liam grunting awake in surprise. A low groan left his chest as he propped himself up on an arm, rubbing his eyes with the opposite hand. "Ngh... what time is it?" He muttered meekly, scratching his cheek as his eyes reluctantly gained clarity from their sleep induced haze.

As he came further into consciousness, it was clear Manny wanted him out and quickly at that. The contrast of Manny's demeanor toward him would've given anyone whiplash. The back and forth between tender moments of affection and cold, harsh indifference was... jarring. And yet Liam found himself there regularly. It seemed the succor of the fruit was worth baring the bite of its thorns.

Groggily, he peeled himself from the mattress and shuffled about, pulling his pants over his legs and throwing his t-shirt and flannel over his torso. "I guess I'll wait for you to call?"

[nerditudes]

@detectivewoof

"I try not to talk business before I've had my coffee. All I can tell you right now is that I was booked for a gig. But join me for a brew and I might remember finer details." There was definitely something about this guy-- aside from being tall-- he had a strange scent on him.

Like something familiar but not quite known.

"I'll buy. It's the least I could do-- I can't imagine detective work being stress free." Shiva mused-- and they said entertainment was hell.

[thejadedking]

@detectivewoof ∣🩸

"I have a proposition for you. An important one. Please... sit."