IC: EVENT

[bossman]

A TERRIBLE THING IS HAPPENING

reference books detailing myths and legends stolen from libraries...
wikipedia pages wiped clean from the face of the internet...
ancient stained glass windows smashed and destroyed...
historical research centers burnt to the ground...

Someone out there is trying very, very hard to erase all of the possible sources of power and belief of the ancient gods and goddesses. And it hurts. Whilst the powers of the minders are unharmed by the attacks, the gods and goddesses will be certainly feeling the toll: it's now painfully clear that even the simplest of miracles are now becoming almost impossible to perform.

deities, you had better have gifted your minders with some decent blessings! Because now you're going to rely on them more than ever. Someone is out to get you.

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[molted]

[Maybe if he'd been inside, he still would've heard that howl, part of the whole minder gig, but he can't help but feel lucky he was outside for it - heard it through the night air and knew it was Fenrir. His first instinct is to change to wolf himself, but he contains it, knows it might be faster but one wolf inexplicably running around the city streets was enough.

He's been with Fenrir long enough to be fast enough on human feet, following the source of the howl until he was at the alley, skidding to a stop and not bothering to catch his breath before he started looking and trying to see where the doomwolf was hurt.]

Fen? What's wrong?

[vanagandr]

[ There's a growl at first, eyes pinning back against his head, but then the wolf pauses. He recognizes that scent, and it's enough to have him whine. That scent means pack, and so he shifts forward, enough that some of the light from the street can hit him.

He's smaller than usual, the size of a normal wolf instead of the larger form he usually takes just because he can. Physically, there don't seem to be any injuries, but his eyes are hurt and scared. Glancing around, Fenrir takes a few steps forward, leaning against the leg of his master minder. Kelly's safe. Kelly's pack. ]

[molted]

[Already concerned from the howl, Kelly's mind races, quickly cataloguing all the things wrong with the situation. Fenrir's too small, had growled at him, not speaking, looking scared and the way he presses against Kelly's legs is not the usual pack-companionship, but something like seeking comfort. There doesn't appear to be any physical injury, but that just pushes Kelly's worry up higher - it took a lot to hurt Fenrir, but he could be patched up, healed. Kelly has no idea what this is, and that leaves a cold drop of helplessness to grow in his stomach.

He crouches down, pushing fingers into Fenrir's fur.]

Can you tell me what's going on?

[vanagandr]

[ No, he can't. He doesn't know. All he knows is that something is wrong, very wrong, and it hurts and he's scared in a way he hasn't been since he was a pup and Odin came for them. Fenrir whines, words unable to come out as anything other than wolf-sounds, and then whines again in frustration before tucking his head around Kelly's neck. This is safe, this is pack. Kelly is smart -- he'll figure something out. ]

[molted]

[No responses except a few sounds and whines, and Kelly wrestles his alarm down, keeps it steady and cool - where it can be used, instead of overwhelming him.]

Okay. [He strokes at Fenrir's fur some more, comforting.] You can walk, right? We can figure this out at home.

[vanagandr]

[ At the question, the wolf steps back, nodding where Kelly can see it. He can do that much, at least. There's a shift to pad toward the entrance of the alley, but then Fenrir pauses, turning to return to Kelly's side. He leans against his leg, glancing up. They'll look less suspicious if he stays close to Kelly (like a dog, ugh), for one, but he's also just glad his master minder is here. ]

[molted]

[Kelly straightens up, taking a breath and running a hand back through his hair, surprised for a moment by Fenrir returning to his side. The reasoning why clicks quickly enough, though, and he nods, turns to head out of the alley.

He can't actually remember how he got to the alley, had been too busy following his gut instinct, but he hopes Fenrir still has his nose, at least.]

[vanagandr]

[ Oh, he certainly has his nose. Even now, he's well aware that he's the dominant one, and he takes the lead -- not enough for anyone to look twice, but enough to guide Kelly back to the apartment they've claimed as their own. Tense as he is, Fenrir doesn't stop himself from growling at anyone who gets too close until they get there. ]