#hunterfromthewoods

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@hunterfromthewoods liked for a starter from Ellie! 🤫

Slowly and cautiously, the large white wolf approached the other with her head down and ears alert. She wanted to get just a little bit closer so she could sniff him, and as soon as she catches a better whiff, she promptly steps back.

❝ If you aren't a werewolf... Then what are you? ❞

[leondxs]

Whats Leondas's opinion on shifters and werewolves?

@hunterfromthewoods

Since he is a shapeshifter himself, he is indifferent towards shifters. He has no ill will towards werewolves either, but tends to tease them for some unknown reason. He doesn't mean anything actually by this teasing, it's purely for fun and to potentially get a rise out of them.

[streetslost]

❛  are you bleeding?  ❜ (Hope you don't my tossing one of the prompts from your list into your inbox!)

MEME FROM LITERALLY OVER A MONTH AGO - @hunterfromthewoods

BLEEDING. when wasn't she bleeding in some fashion or another? the malnourishment didn't help; scarlet running liquid didn't seem to stop at times. cat wondered if nurses would BAFFLE at her for still being alive ( most likely )... but cuts and scrapes and bruises and ache... it was all so familiar to the point that the street rat had long since stopped feeling when a new one came - or an old one r e n e w e d itself. troublesome to heal anything when one lived the way she did. even some of the wounds that had gotten tended to in juvie still split on occasion. like old cracks of a vase that shattered once more at the smallest drop. she was annoyed with being fragile. sickly. ignoring it all was easier than addressing... but perhaps that was what led to constant bleeding and the occasional infection to begin with. stupidity of stubbornness. teeth grit together, eventually finding that her knee was drenched after green depths had scanned her own form over. she bit her tongue, h i s s of frustration, shoulders then bouncing in a shrug. "apparently, though i don't even remember when tha' fucking happened." or how. was it recent, was it old? a touch of fingers to the wound told her not too aged, still warm, still stinging... but that didn't always mean that much. the struggle of shorts in summer meant more exposure to the ELEMENTS for her skin... but the heat often made the risk worth it. "...hm, should prob'bly wash it off, i suppose..."

[a-prekliatyvlk]

How to panic Artem(?): Aaron coming in one time after a hunt and just in a broken voice going. "Daaaddd"

Artem indeed was going to panic, his son was hurt and he could smell blood the moment that Aaron came through the door. His finger's throwing the knife across the counter (super safe) before he rushed to Aaron with a growl on his lips.

"Aaron what happened?" Panicked, yes, out of his mind worried, also yes. Number 1 way to panic your dad. Come in smelling of blood.

[streetslost]

SOMEHOW NOTHING sounded appetizing just as much as everything did. the growl of her stomach could not care less what he offered ( unless it was LITERAL garbage, of course ), but the cravings on her tongue did wish for a more flavorful option. being picky, having desires... not worth the trouble in her situation. while cat occasionally tried to indulge herself, it was h a r d l y an effort she pursued consistently. in the end, anything could satisfy her even if it didn't please her. it was what she had grown used to, and as the bag was slid near to her, gaze flickered apathy alongside contemplation. which bland sensation did she seek more? the clawing inside her middle seemed a groan telling her to just take whatever. it would get devoured regardless, though her nose wrinkled with fading interest. was her hunger really so bad now? who could know anymore. it was e v e r present. lingering, a ghost, a disease infested into her veins. there came a moment she nearly flopped back into a sense of defeat rather than take anything. all of this was tiring. the growing days of suffering made it difficult to tell herself the fight was worth it in the end... a finish that didn't spark with light. if anything, all the street rat was doing was fighting off a brutal death... one of the sandwiches was eventually taken up. eyes batted tiredly. maybe she'd save it. meatloaf would love to share some of the ham. ugh. of all the meats for him to enjoy... at least it was one of the EASIER ones to obtain in the deli sections. not something fancy like roast beef... though that was what she would have opted for if given the opportunity. "guess ham and cheese sandwiches are safe enough in terms of flavor." not that the other things necessarily seemed on the gross side. but the cheese would be a nice variety. it should get eaten now... bony fingers unwrapped to bite in. "where'd you get them?" bored attempt at lackluster and awkward conversation. cat didn't have any certainty on how to chat. silence was her preferred state, but she also didn't want to be seen as rude within that moment since she had just taken an offer of his.

The bag retrieved once it was dropped near him with a short sharp nod of thanks, Aaron turned as he started returned the first aid supplies to the bag he'd pulled them out of. The teen, not expecting anything at all from the other, just silently glad that they'd used what he'd handed over to clean the wounds.

Partly and fairly selfishly glad that the wound smell was at least now diluted with the tang of anti-septics and what smell the dressing happened to have. Also and well mainly just glad that the human, not someone he regarded as friend but still, would at least have clean wounds. Infections absolutely sucked, expecially for people who didn't know what plants to harvest stuff from to make your own meds, he'd not wish that on anybody on the street.

Expecially not since having survived such infections himself at points. The teen supressing a wince at that thought as he instead turned back to the human, back picked up and brought infront of him at her question. His response, accompanied by his opening the bag to show the items of food in question, swift and matter of fact. "Crackers and stuff that doesn't go bad quickly mainly." Aaron responded before he continued, listing each thing he could remember being in there. "So salted meets, canned stuff and energy bars with some sandwiches I laid hands on."

He grimaced then. "Not had brilliant look recently getting anything that wasn't just...filling or full of energy, so cant speak for the taste of any of it." Aaron added apologetically before he then slid the bag toward them slightly. "Sandwiches are just ham and cheese" The teen added as a afterthought, their thank you being responded too with a slight nod.

"S'alright, happy t'be able to help." Aaron commented as he settled onto one of his bags and slipped his hands into his hoodie to warm them.

[bccksmarts]

❧ Random / Discussed Asks ☙

➤ @hunterfromthewoods asked: Hope you don't mind, but wanted to toss a question your way for your Hermione. Considering the life they've lived, if they could remove one thing they regret doing from history and undo it, what would they choose?

Not at all!! I love this type of stuff!!

Honestly, I don't know if there would be anything she'd want to change. Obviously there's some she'd say she would, like being held down by Bellatrix in Malfoy Manor, having her arm carved into—it made her feel weak, helpless. But at the end of the day, if those things didn't happen, things might've not turned out how they did, y'know?

If she COULD change it, that would be it. To stand more of a chance, to not writhe on the floor with screams filling the room, but again, it's one of the most defining & important points.

Though to be FAIR, she'd absolutely go back and stop herself from getting petrified back in her second year, she even tried to be careful too, but it still happened. Probably take more steps to prevent it or something, perhaps, take more precautions.

I'd like to think Hermione is more of a realist, things happen for a reason, and it's only right to go back and change it if it's vitally important, especially if it means changing it for the BETTER outcome, like with Sirius and Buckbeak in PoA.

[variusdracos-hiatus]

@hunterfromthewoods

General Feyn had nearly forgotten about the teen staying at his family estate. He had just become so busy in the last few weeks and Nadia hadn’t called to report any problems, so he assumed that everything was all right.

When he entered on yet another break, he found the youngster sitting on the couch doing...something. 

“How’s your leg?” he asked. 

[airxn]

Hope you don't mind me popping in but I wanted to say, I just stumbled across a piece of art of yours that came up my dash and well, it looked amazing and it rather improved my mood. Have a nice day.

Awe thank you !! That means a lot I’m so glad you liked it !! You have a nice day as well ❤︎

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@hunterfromthewoods sent:

(For Ellie, if your accepting something based on a prompt) "I dunno you but you.. most definitely smell like wet dog." says the 18 year old who smells like wet dog.

Well that's an interesting way to greet a stranger... Tell them they smell like a wet dog. She wasn't sure if she should be angry or if she should laugh, so she wore something of an awkward smile instead, her eyebrows pinched.

To be fair, it had been raining pretty hard earlier today and the smell of the rain is still fresh in the air and the forest is damp, muggy. She could smell it on him too. He wasn't human.

❝ I could say the same thing about you... ❞

[blind--magic]

Started for @hunterfromthewoods

One upside to living so far into the woods and away from anyone else as that Masha was more or less free to do whatever magic stuff she wanted to do. A downside was they occasionally got hunters wandering over the property line. Both the regular kind and the more supernaturally inclined ones. It did mean that occasionally Masha, or her other siblings, went out to check the surrounding woods for anything that shouldn’t be there.

Which is what she was doing now. Maybe wandering around in the woods by herself wasn’t the best idea in the world, but that had never stopped her before. What did give her pause was the sound of something else moving near her.

“Hello? Is someone out there?” She turns towards the source of the noise, scanning for anything.

[streetslost]

Apologies if you've been sent a ask along similar lines before.. But ,seen a question doing the rounds and wanted to ask it! If Cat could invent one thing just by talking about it, what would they invent?

i'm assuming this question is a literally anything and not holding to any laws of feasibility... but this is tough. partially because i think her answer would vary depending on her present situation and if she knew she was about to make her invention real... in main verse, on the streets, yatta yatta... honestly she probably wouldn't be the most creative. it would end up just being a portable machine that could create her any meal she wanted. because she thinks a lot about her hunger and how she's going to obtain her next meal. even though she isn't strictly skin and bones, she's still far from healthy and the idea of being too weak from lack of food plagues her some evenings. especially when she's going through a downswing and so getting a hold of meals in any capacity becomes a challenge. with a little more time and thought, she'd probably want to create a device that could help her maintain a job or even just print money for her. not like she understands inflation and the consequences... she just knows she needs cash. something that could wipe her permanent record, forge her new documents. in the end, cat doesn't really want a machine or invention, she kind of just needs decent people willing to help her. it's weird in that verse. when she lives with scott or most in-a-home verses or scenarios, i could see her being more thoughtful. something that would help ease mental struggles. i don't mean disabilities so much as she would want a machine that can help create the comfort and ease that people sometimes need to help with various obstacles that cause them stress, difficulties, and anguish. like if the machine could adapt to its user, essentially... giving them the tools they need for coping and breathing. in... safe ways, preferably.

@hunterfromthewoods

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do you require some assistance, @hunterfromthewoods  ??

            she was cleaning up in front of her doorstep  ,  the figure of someone approaching her mansion  .  “  welcome stranger  ,  ”  she greets, stopping her actions  ,  “  you are far from the city  ,  ”  she notes  ,  not a lot of people would wander so far from civilization  .  either they are lost  ,  or seeking something from the woods surrounding her home  ,  or seeking something from her  .  “  is there anything i may assist you with  ??  ”

[a-prekliatyvlk]

"Daaaaaad!"

"My boyfriend is trying to black mail me into being healthy!"

Cue innocent wolf form noises from the BF!

"Honestly, where is he we should probably thank him for the fact he is getting you to eat." Artem crosses his arms over his chest. He really wants to reprimand his son but decides against it. He'll just make him food instead.

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The wolf is his original form — she couldn't hide the momentary feeling of astonishment that crossed her features; her eyes widened just slightly, brows up and her lips just barely parted. It was certainly far-fetched but given what she, herself, is, maybe it isn't so hard to believe as it initially hit her. A wolf that can transform into a human? But apparently that's not all... Elves? What's that?

Ellie shook her head and the smile that pulled at her lips appeared a little forced at first, but it quickly grew softer as she snapped herself out of space. Half a laugh then escaped her, and she shrugged a shoulder. ❝ You don't have to say sorry. ❞ Her head turned to see the environment around her, ❝ I had no idea something like that was even a thing... ❞ She mutters, turning her attention back on Aaron.

❝ What's an... Elves? ❞ Her head tipped to the side just a little as she asked, her eyebrows pinched. ❝ Basically human? ❞

"Pleasure to meet'chya Ellie" Aaron responded as he warmly smiled right back, his posture more relaxed now as instincts finally released their control over the last of their musclular holdings back to his mind. "Ahnd uh, I did aye." Aaron confirmed. "Well...to put it simply, at the moment I'm more like a reverse werewolf, the wolf...is my original form." Aaron explained simply.

"This..human form is what I can shift into, well the main thing I can shift into convincingly... can also do a coywolf at a stretch and a normal coyote though it aint really that convincing yet." Aaron went on in what could only be described as a embarassed ramble as he rubbed the back of his neck a bit. "I aint...that brilliant at other forms basically. " He then admitted as his voice oozed embarassement. "Elves, stuff thats basically human with additional ..bits or changes, I can do that!" "..But like..only if I see what one looks like." He then froze as he realized just exactly how much he had waffled on. "..Oh mother Lupra, sorry..I like...majorly waffled on there I'm sorry." The teen apologized, as he fixed his gaze firmly on the floor for a moment. "I've not really had other people who aren't like..human to talk to for a while." Aaron then admitted softly, idly thankful that he didn't have a tail at the moment to give away his awkward embarassment.

"So ah, I kind of get this way when.. the opportunity arises to chat."

[tyree403]

A new Starter for Hunterfromthewoods!

@hunterfromthewoods It has been a while since Tyree last saw him. Thus, wearing heavy duty winter clothing, Tyree begins travelling to the outskirt of Snowdin to search for his new friend. It couldn’t hurt to check how he’s settling with his new life and environment. Just in case, he already brought some lunch to help with his hunger if he needs it. 

[leondxs]

@hunterfromthewoods​ | starter call (x)

❝ This is my hunting ground. ❞