#detectivewoof

[thejadedking]

@detectivewoof ∣🩸

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

[iobartach]

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

dangerous sentence prompts

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?"

[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."

[mvnces]

threads ft. wolf decker / @detectivewoof

The transformation from human to wolf had become second nature to him long ago. After spending over a year as a wolf in the wilderness, Decker was more comfortable in the skin of a wolf than anything else. It was almost like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was allowed to act on his more basic instincts and fully embrace the animal that so many people before had thought him to be. And, while he had mostly rejoined 'normal' society, he still enjoyed the occasional romp around the woods. Taking a day or two to enjoy himself.

For the last fifteen minutes, he had been stalking along the tree line. A good hundred yards away from the other. Body sunk lower to the ground as eyes tracked the other's movements. He was still for another minute before he was lunging out of the trees and pouncing onto Manny.

[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.

[mvncesa]

he didn’t forget about Decker’s reward. “Tilt your head back.” The command is rather gruff, and he considers momentarily before placing the book in one of his hands and making him hold it up in front of his face. “Y’ got my attention now, puppy…”

Sure, the neck bite wasn’t the reward in mind, but some treatment had to be returned.

The command from anyone else probably would have gotten a blank stare or bared teeth. And, to be completely honest, it did take him by surprise. His previous attention seeking behavior had been mostly forgotten as he had busied himself once Manny had made it clear that he was going to make him wait.

"Why should I?" Decker had already established that he was willing to annoy Manny for his own amusement. The question was just proof of that. And yet, despite him trying to be annoying, his head was tilting back like he was told to do. Like a good boy.

"Puppy?"

[undeadunalive]

@detectivewoof ∣🩸

"A werewolf detective... perhaps as paradoxical as a vampire doctor, wouldn't you say?"

[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?"

[nerdynanny]

@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.

[lightsblooming]

@detectivewoof

it's been an hour since the break-in.

an hour since her mother told her to run and hide; but to mary, it feels like forever. it'd been easy to listen, then; she hadn't known what was happening, only that the window shattered, and a man she'd never seen before had forced his way inside the house—and that he was big, with a thick wool mask over his face, wearing large boots that thudded loudly across the hardwood floor, with a voice that boomed like thunder—and that she was afraid of thunder.

mary crawled around the kitchen to the back door and managed to make it outside before she'd been seen. she'd never been particularly athletic, and she was very small, too, but she ran as fast as her legs would take her, desperate for cover in the treeline at the back of the neighborhood.

it's been an hour since her mother told her to run and hide, and it's getting dark. mary has hidden herself so well that she's not entirely sure how to find her home again from here. she stays tucked between a large tree and it's roots after tiring herself from wandering, hands bunched into the skirt of her dress as she starts to cry.

in between her tears, she calls for her mom—unaware that it's already too late.

[thejadedking]

@detectivewoof asked: “You have already ensured there is no place for beings such as us before your throne.” (🍿🍿🍿)

fantasy / royalty vibes … sentence starters 

The utterance was enough to draw the narrowing gaze of the new Boston Prince, yet he didn't move any closer to Manuel, instead, he simply wandered a couple of feet away from him, arms crossing over his tightening chest as he came to a stop. "The decision was not mine to make." He managed at first, keeping his gaze on anything but the werewolf, his jaw visibly tightening.

"There are... other solutions." He could barely believe that the words had fallen between his lips, having once openly mocked a half-breed who had tried to sway Galeb's mind when it came to the Camarilla broadening who and what they viewed as equals. Even if just for appearance's sake. Was he really treading that notion for himself? "You could stand by my side. A peace offering between our kinds. An alliance would be... fruitful."

[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."

[beastbitten]

@detectivewoof asked: ❝ take a deep breath, okay ? you need to calm down. ❞

*  ―  WEREWOLF STARTER PROMPTS .

It was just another trigger that could so easily lure out the side of himself that he detested most of all -- - being injured. Though at least it wasn't guaranteed, even if it did take every last ounce of the werewolf's willpower to try and fend it off and stay as calm as possible. "I'm tryin' my best, goddammit..." Ethan just about managed through gritted teeth, not meaning to speak so harshly to Manny, it wasn't usually his thing, but between the pain radiating down his bloody leg and attempting to keep himself from losing control entirely, manners weren't quite at the top of the list.

"What the hell kinda trap was that, anyways?" Blue eyes tightly closed as he sat himself down on his rather tattered sofa, a hand rubbing at his face as he tried to keep himself together. "Wasn't no bear trap I ever seen..." His fingers gripped at his face, dragging in each breath as deeply and slowly as he could. "'less they gettin' creative." He groaned at the feeling of his heart hammering beneath his chest, his throat running dry.

"I say the word, you need to run like hell. I don't... I don't wanna hurt you." Though maybe that shouldn't be his biggest worry. "Or get my ass handed to me."

[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.

[kxllerblond]

self-indulgent sc / @detectivewoof

❝ Call it returning a favor. ❞ the man had neither offered his home nor any favor to him, but he had been hospitable enough and Clark found it only polite to return the favor.

❝ I don't know what business you've got here in Louisiana, but you're more than free to stay here while you conduct it. ❞ his shoulders rise, fall in a nonchalant sort of manner. What had initially been a sit down with the other for a drink had turned into offering up a room.

❝ You're free to try and find a decent hotel but...you'll be hard-pressed to find one as nice as this. ❞ this, of course, being the bastard's own home.