Jaskier "old-timey fuckboy" Alfred Pankratz (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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abraxaslogs2022-01-17 02:29 pm
cointosser) wrote in abraxaslogs2022-01-17 02:29 pm
[ OPEN/SOME CLOSED ] if I had to do it over, I'd do it all again
Who: Jaskier, Ciri, Geralt, Yennefer, Alucard, and some open prompts
When: Mid-to-Late January
Where: Cadens and the Horizon
What: Jaskier wakes from a vivid, nasty dream to physical evidence that it was unfortunately very real. He spirals, but like, only a little bit. It mostly involves getting drunk and buying hats to cope.
Warnings: Mentions of bodily injury/torture, maybe PTSD, heavy drinking
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When: Mid-to-Late January
Where: Cadens and the Horizon
What: Jaskier wakes from a vivid, nasty dream to physical evidence that it was unfortunately very real. He spirals, but like, only a little bit. It mostly involves getting drunk and buying hats to cope.
Warnings: Mentions of bodily injury/torture, maybe PTSD, heavy drinking
[Will be throwing starters (including open ones) down below! You can hit me up at
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[Nadine shakes her head, marveling at how different it feels. The way her muscles move, the little bit of breeze on her ears from the motion. Nothing is where it ought to be, and it's going to take a while to get used to that.
Even the way Jaskier's hand moves through her fur. Even having fur!]
Really? It's funny, what our minds come up with when they're left on their own. Obviously there's some meaning for you there.
[It makes a sort of sense. Wolves have all kinds of connotations, and among them are mystic and protective ones. And obviously there are more direct comparisons, for Jaskier. Yeah. It makes sense. Strange, how things work out.
He does seem in a much better mood, though. That's something.]
Are there a lot of folk stories and fairy tales about wolves, where you come from? There's a whole bunch in mine.
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[If you ask him. She's a wolf, and talking, and he's still petting her, regardless. (But she's right. He isn't thinking of much else but the strange excitement in seeing such a bizarre transformation.
In the nostalgia found in the feel of fur.)]
Oh, yes. More than one can count. And there's about the same amount of stories meant to warn against them. Plenty of new mothers have lost their children to hungry wolves. They're particularly vicious if there's a warg around. [He sits on the ground, as easy as if it's natural to be on a dirty tavern floor. (His is rather clean, actually.)] I have a few songs of my own about them, too. I imagine any storyteller half his salt has at least one.
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[This evening has gone weird. Not bad, but definitely weird. It's fine, the desired end is being achieved. Nadine isn't thinking about how screwed up her life is, and Jaskier isn't drinking himself into a state of oblivion.]
That sounds about right. Most of the old fairy tales have wolves as the bad guy. If you believe those, wolves pretty much don't do anything aside from lay in wait for poor humans to savage and eat. Or sometimes dress up like grandmas.
[A laugh follows that. Little Red Riding Hood had never made much sense to Nadine - how could anyone think a wolf was a little old lady? But it gives her an idea - Jaskier does like stories.]
There's even a real story about a giant wolf that menaced a town for years. There were historic records and everything. The beast of Gevaudan. Some people claimed it was a monster and not a wolf at all, it just looked like one. They say it killed over a hundred people and no one knows if it was ever stopped or if it just went somewhere else to hunt.
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[You know what, it's no stranger than the fat, weird magic man. He's sort of just accepting the local tales from others at this point. None make more sense than others. Nothing says wolves can't dress like old women, he supposes.
He means to add on there are plenty of stories where wolves are noble. Mostly written by yours truly, of course, if only because his specialty is metaphors that are a bit too on the nose.
However, her story intrigues him -- this one, at least, not the grandmother one.] A giant wolf, you say...
[Is he contemplating it? Yes. A little. What better would protect his tavern? (Not that he has anything to fear. Here. In the Horizon.) And he does miss the wolf that had once traveled with him.
Besides, her story hits a rather poignant note. Wolves bringing about destruction and death? Killing loads of people? Ah, he's never heard that before.] Mm. I wonder. People say plenty of things about the things they fear. Beasts and people alike. Besides, outside of the very mangy and desperate wolves, I find it hard to fear any beast with such soft paws.
[He's gotta squish a bean. At least one.]
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[In part for the reason Jaskier just alluded to - wolves were dangerous, but not exactly in the habit of randomly attacking people and not eating them. Not unless they were starving and desperate. And then they actually ate what they went after.
Lacking hands, Nadine butts her head gently against his arm, starting to settle into this shape. How it moves, what muscles do what. It's beginning to feel more comfortable.
Of course Jaskier's helping with that, also.]
And some say the Beast wasn't even a natural animal, and it still lurks in the dark woods of France, waiting for innocent young maidens to wander by...