Month: February 2018

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Isaac wanted to answer the girl, but he was still having trouble finding the ability to speak. Instead, he dipped his head slightly in a submissive, somewhat apologetic gesture and hoped that she read it as a sign he had no intention of causing her any harm and as an invitation to come closer.

As an additional gesture, he scooted over slightly, even though there was already a good amount of space for her to sit if she wanted to.

She didn’t really understand the head gesture, her own tipping to the side like a confused puppy. Learning the physical cues from other wolves was something her and the rest of the kids were still learning. 

When he moved over on the bed though, she did venture a little further into the room, but her own body language was tight and hesitant, prepared to bolt. She was sort of wishing that she would have let Vaughn come in with her, but she was wearing one of his shirts and it helped a little.

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Isaac made a sort of grunting sound that he hoped she read as him saying he was okay with seeing one of his children, although he had hoped Quinn would be the first one, for obvious reasons. He understood it might take some time for his eldest son to come around to the idea of him being back from the dead though with how much the poor boy had been through.

She nodded before pressing a kiss to his forehead and bouncing off of the bed to let the girl in. She cast a last glance at her brother before leaving the room, figuring her niece wouldn’t want an audience.

Cadi hovered just inside the doorway, trying to steady her breathing. The scent of him triggered some faint memory, but not anything she could remember properly. Some of the other pups wanted to meet him, but she had to make sure he was safe first. It was her job to protect them from everything that could hurt them, even him. 

“H-hi….”

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He made a grumbling noise as he stirred, squinting against the light and yawning. The agitation and aggression present after he was resurrected had dissipated somewhere between being brought to this place and sleeping off the ordeal, so what was left behind was just tired, sore and still a little confused, but not really much of a threat to anyone for now.

“Don’t you grumble at me,” she scolded sweetly, nuzzling at him a little before sitting up. “Your oldest daughter would like to meet you,” she explained as she combed out his hair with her fingers. “If you need more time, I can try to explain that to her, but she doesn’t seem to really like me much.” Not that she blamed the girl.

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@ofviolentdeath

It had taken almost three bathfuls of water to get through the thick crust of dirt that covered him and remedy the matted mass that was his hair. It might have been easier to just cut it all off like Anya had done with his beard, but Isaac wouldn’t have liked that, so efforts had been made until it was, for the most part, detangled, aside from a few small, stray sort-of-dreadlocked strands that wouldn’t cause any issue, then whatever wounds he had were treated and he was allowed to finally rest and adjust to being back in his body again at his own pace.

It had helped to see him cleaned up, to see the familiar face of her brother underneath all of that dirt and mess. His kids didn’t trust her a lick, his grandson had tried to bite her, but she didn’t mind. She understood that they had all been through hell. So it didn’t surprise her when the eldest of the girls had gotten bold enough to come over to see him. Anya had fallen into bed beside him, a sweet smile on her lips as she moved the hair from his face to wake him gently. 

“Wake up, sleeping beauty. You have a visitor.”

Arcadia was surgically sterilized before she was even 10 years old. It was something her handler felt was necessary in case she felt like using sexual abuse as a punishment because she didn’t want Cadi to get pregnant from any of it. Of course, this nearly killed her because she was extremely young and it was definitely more of a hack job. 

She has a very messy scar over her lower stomach and it’s one of the things she tries her hardest to hide at all times. She can count on one hand the number of people that have seen it. 

It’s not something she likes to talk about because it’s emotionally upsetting for multiple reasons. Though the main reason she doesn’t like to discuss it is because she would have loved to have been able to have pups of her own and it absolutely breaks her heart to know that that can never happen.

Waited til the literal last minute to get anything done before going to my grandma’s for the weekend (because I’m always afraid plans are going to fall through), so I have less than 8 hours to get a bunch of shit done and spotify is being a dick when all I want is my country music to clean to

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Isaac responded only with a slight squeeze of her hand to let her know he would cooperate despite his slim grasp on passing for vaguely functional. He was cognizant enough to assume that wherever Anya was taking him, he would have the opportunity to rest and recuperate a little once he’d been cleaned up.

She stood and slowly eased him up with her, helping him walk. She wasn’t entirely sure the weird way of travel they had brought her here with would be the best idea, but they had promised her it would be okay. She stayed holding onto him though, knowing he wasn’t going to let anyone else near him without her at the moment. 

“Let’s do this.”

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He leaned against her, tears cutting tracks in the grime that caked his face as he wept silently. A small fragment of his consciousness was grateful that none of the kids were there to witness him in this state, even if most of them probably didn’t remember him anyway. If he could speak, he’d request that they not know until he was in somewhat better physical condition so that he didn’t frighten them.

Anya moved to wrap her arms around him, letting him cry onto her. She wanted to be his comfort, wanted to take his pain away, but this was all she could do in the moment and she was damn sure going to do it. 

“Come on, pup, let’s get you out of this place, okay? We’ll go somewhere safe and clean and wash all of this from your skin, okay?”