Dagny

Dagny was infuriating, and it made Maxine feel the need to prove herself to the Werewolf; anyone else, she would have told them that it wasn’t their business, but Dagny was a Werewolf. “That’s not how it happened. First of all, welcome to the twenty-first century - hybrid’s are probably more coveted depending on the species.” She frowned, though not at Dagny’s manners. “Before my father died, there was another to be Alpha for the Pack as it was always my intention to branch out, just as my mother did from my grandfather’s Pack to be with my father. When he died so suddenly..everything changed and I stepped up.” She paused, clutching her teeth. “In the end, I left because I wasn’t worthy of being their Alpha.” Words she had never before spoken out loud to anyone but Samantha. “A Hunter got too close to a member of the Pack and I didn’t see it coming. Seven were murdered one night - including my Mate. I had been training the next Alpha, so he took over, but I wasn’t worthy to be their leader. Over two hundred years I was with my Mate, Dagny. So yes, maybe I was rash and a little selfish in my leaving, but it was always the plan.”

"Not witch hybrids." Dagny huffed, picking up another piece of chicken. She was wary of witches, so wary. She didn't care if there were white witches or the other sort, all she'd experienced with the species was disease and loss. Dagny recalled a time in Hollental, when she was just three days old, where the female wolves were all suffering from severe anxiety. They were anxious because cubs were going missing, being taken in the night by the Wetterstein witches. Dagny was perhaps the most guarded pup during those times, and she was glad for it. Everyone in their pack knew what those witches did with the cubs they'd stolen. Dagny had never met a foe she could not fight face on. Witch craft left her uneasy. When mates were mentioned, Dagny paused in the stuffing of her face to stare at Maxine. Dagny had never had a single mate. The Ermengarde's fucked each other and it didn't bother them. All of them really were family by blood in Dagny's old pack. Dag didn't even understand having a mate. "Your pack is more forgiving than Dagny's. If Dagny got people in her pack killed, Dagny would be put in the middle of nowhere, in cage, to freeze to death." 

Zoe shrugged. “It tastes like coffee. It is its taste. Just try it.” She nudged her own cup out of the way as she pulled the first aid kit towards her, suddenly realising this wasn’t the table she’d pushed Dagny towards in the first place. It was just a fleeting thought in her mind though, as she clicked the green box open and began looking through it. It had all the usual things; bandages, wipes, even tweezers and healing products on the more supernatural end of the spectrum. Her fingers hovered over a few packets before selecting a cream specifically for burns, tossing a plaster onto the table too before shutting the box. 

Dagny was persistent. "What does coffee taste like?" She watched Zoe produce a green box with a little white cross on its lid; her first thought was that this was the woman's lunch box, and momentarily Dagny got excited at the prospect of sandwiches. It was not filled with food, however, and at that she fell disappointed, and slumped back against the chair's backrest. The stuff inside the box wasn't as exciting as food, but they still caught Dagny's attention. She slanted slightly to get a better look inside, only to bump her forehead against the glass of the window at her side. Dag immediately frowned at the thing, and picked up the coffee. 

"If you sit down-" The door went and Maxine grabbed some money from on top of the fridge (after dropping the glass in the sink and clutching a dish cloth), giving one more look to Dagny before getting it. She came back with two twenty piece buckets, two large fries, two gravy’s, and one coleslow, two macaroni salads, and one potato salad - she set it on the counter and went to the front to grab the popcorn chicken, chicken bowl, which she placed directly in front of Dagny where the plate had been, chicken strips, and even a poutine.

"Always smart to be worried about the Jäger." Dagny said, staring at all of the glorious, delicious smelling chicken that was being placed before her. "Jäger, this word means Hunter." She breathed in deep through her nose, and then felt as her stomach grumbled in want of the food. It smelt like chicken, but it didn't really look like chicken. It was encased in something crispy, and the wolf leaned forward to sniff a piece before picking it up between her fingers. Dagny started to pull a bit of the strange layering off, revealing the full, white, cooked breast steaming beneath it. She opened her mouth wide and plunged her teeth deep into the chicken, ripping it off with a contented growl. As Dagny chewed, she spoke. "So wolf left her pack because she is selfish. Okay, now Dagny understands." She chomped loudly, and took another large bite of the piece of chicken in one hand, her other hand already digging around in the buckets for another piece. She grabbed a hand full of the little balls of chicken, examined them briefly, then threw them, too, into her mouth. "To you the little witch will be good for pack, but maybe not what the rest of them think. Dagny cannot know for sure, she is not your pack." And in truth Dagny was glad of that, because the impression she was getting from Maxine was that she wasn't a very selfless leader when it came to the pack she'd rightly won from her father. Dagny swallowed, then belched loudly and for long. She pointed a half skinned chicken leg at the other woman, "Where are pack now?" Dag questioned, licking the rest of the slick chicken from the bone and throwing it aside.

"If I were speaking to you like you were my child, I would have told you to clean up the mess you just made." Annoyed, Max waved her hand to the food and glass everywhere. "There are common rules that would be expected of anyone. Behaving yourself as a guest is one of them. And if you do not wish to be spoken to like that, perhaps you should not act like a spoiled brat.” The next words from Dagny’s mouth irritated her some more, causing more scarlet droplets to fall to the kitchen floor. “I don’t pretend to be anything. She doesn’t call me ‘mom’ and she knows exactly what happened. She knows I killed her parents, but they were Hunters and the second she came into her powers, they would have ended her.” She frowned at the Werewolf. “I raised her. For all intent and purpose, she is my daughter. I adopted her, and she is mine. And that, Dagny, is why I call her my child. Because blood isn’t always family. A Pack isn’t all blood, and yet a Pack is exactly that - a family.”

Dagny didn't even know what a spoilt brat was, and neither would she have cared for the name calling even if she had understood. There was a lot of things Dagny didn't care about, and only a few that took priority in her life. Those were food, fights, and fucks. Her pack had been disbanded over the years, she no longer had loyalties towards that which was broken. Her remaining brothers were a different story, but they were not here; she was alone in this town, even more so than the rest because she did not fit in. "Dagny does not know if Maxine has a pack or if she just bluffs, but what Dagny does know is that many wolves of any pack would not like witch hybrid with them." The blonde wolf held up a finger, "Lots of hunters go to many means to kill one of those. You put your pack in much danger." Dagny warned, eyes dropping to the blood dripping from Max's hand. She could smell the blood.

Zoe had never been good with scents, but she could smell the dog on the woman and concluded that she must have been a werewolf and not one of the new humans. Her nose wrinkled the coffee was wiped from her hand, and she shuddered because the blonde’s hands did not look the cleanest. Zoe could feel herself getting more and more irritated as seconds ticked by, and she took a breath that she didn’t need in order to calm herself. Her day had been nice, so far, but this situation wasn’t doing much to improve it. “I can’t imagine it tastes good when it’s mixed with whatever’s on your hands,” Zoe said, rolling her eyes and signalling to the man behind the counter that she’d like another drink. 

As if remembering what had been on her hand just last night, and the stranger probably still asleep in her bed back home, Dagny looked to her hand, sniffed it, and near wrinkled her nose. It certainly smelt of something, or rather, someone. It was out of habit that Dagny tensed her stomach muscles often, and as unexpected as the other woman's touch was to her scorched skin, her muscle did exactly that. They contracted some, and tensed, because the Vampire's touch was cold regardless of the temperature in the room, or of the coffee, and the coldness of the touch was only heightened by the fact that the spot the woman felt was warmer than usual. Dagny took the advice from the other, but shrugged at the idea of the pain. "It is okay, Dagny can make do." She replied, adding, "Dagny burnt her thigh once, and bed furs got stuck to it when Dagny woke up next morning. Had to rip it off, with skin."

"Dagny threatened my daughter! Get over it and calm the fuck down.” Maxine suddenly tasted copper and she realized she had bit her tongue to bleeding - not something she was normally able to do. She took a few very deep breaths, picking up a bigger piece of the plate and clutching it hard in her hand, drawing blood, but it was keeping her temper. She was trying very hard to not encourage such behaviour. “You’re acting like a child. If you still want more chicken than you could possibly eat at once, you will sit back down and behave yourself. Do you understand me, Dagny?” She was clenching her teeth together as she continued to try to breathe. “If you do not, I will send the chicken away and you will have none.”

"If Dagny threatened weird wolf's weird witch child, then witch child's head would be in Dagny's hand right now!" Dagny's voice rose, and with it escaped a small, unexpected snarl. Her face mirrored that of a growling wolf, and the giant blonde had to restrain herself from shifting into her form of a golden furred predator and running out the door, if only to try and find the scent of the little witch and show the other wolf what a threat from Dagny really meant. But Dagny, though prone to falling angry, was not malicious, and she could tell that this witch was important to Maxine so she attempted to calm herself down. In the mean time, the blonde paced back and forth, back and forth, eyeing Maxine wearily, the snarl on her face slowly softening. "Do not talk to Dagny like she is your child. Not even the little witch is your child. Little witch is a witch not a wolf and you do not share similar smells." Dagny frowned, "So Dagny wonders why you call the witch your child when she is not." 

Zoe’s face displayed an irritated frown as she looked up, coming eye level with a neck instead of a face. She took a step back so she could see the person properly, and concluded that even by Valhallow’s standards this one was strange. She had to have been at least six feet tall, wearing dirty and torn clothes that reminded Zoe of a barbarian and made her visibly cringe. Her hair looked matted and wild and although she had no idea who the woman was, she wanted so badly to give her a complete makeover. The outfit, the hair and the faint odour coming from the blonde made Zoe wonder if she’d ever set food outside of the stone ages.

Another vampire, just like the old man in that antiques shop that'd ended up being nicer than the wolf had first suspected. This vampire did not seem similar, she was a woman for one, and tiny in comparison to Dagny. Everyone was tiny in comparison to Dagny. Hung over as she was, and now covered in sticky, smelly coffee that sort of stung her midriff each time Dagny tensed the muscles there, the wolf was unimpressed. Her jaw had jutted out a little, and grown sharper when the coffee cup was snatched from her hand. Dag grunted, "Most people look ahead when walking." She mumbled, leaning backward just a little because the woman's perfume was so overwhelming that, head already being over sensitive from a night of drink, pained Dagny and her nostrils. After a moment of awkwardly staring down at the woman, her eyes went to the crushed cup. Drips from the spill had found themselves splashed against the hand of the vampire, and the German reached out to wipe it off, bringing the wiped off drips to her lips and licking it. She grimaced. "It does not taste good anyway, so you are welcome." 

"I did not ask for your opinion or approval. I will not watch her die.” Maxine huffed, entirely annoyed and close to losing her temper again. “Why are hybrid’s so ‘in danger’ anyways?” Having never met one before - to her knowledge, of course - she hadn’t a clue what the big deal was. Maxine was then in front of Dagny, ripping her chicken away from her. “Samantha will be in no danger from you. Do you understand? You will leave. Her. Alone.” After a moment of staring down the Werewolf, she handed her the chicken again. “Eat the rest on the plate - not just the chicken.” She couldn’t help but be motherly at that moment, as she was already in ‘mother’ mode when defending Samantha.

Dagny's entire body froze when her chicken was ripped from her grasp. It was such an unexpected and terrible thing to do to someone like her that for a few seconds, the German stared with widened eyes and a slackened jaw. To steal her food was the biggest no no anyone could possibly do. Maxine had taken her chicken. "Maxine Matthews took Dagny's chicken." Dagny came out with in a rush, her tone thick with incredulity. Her eyes, which had been staring at nothing in particular, went to Max's face. Dagny still had her hands in the position they'd been in when the chicken had still been in Dagny's possession. "Maxine Matthews stole Dagny's chicken." The giant German stood up from her seat, returning to her full, towering height as the chair's legs screeched backwards against the tiled flooring. Her lips grew taut. "That chicken was Dagny's." She grumped, glaring. Dagny didn't even care that it'd been given back to her, what mattered to her was that Max had snatched the chicken from her in the first place. With an irritated grunt, Dagny picked up the plate filled with food and threw it like some Olympic javelin thrower at the wall. It went flying, and smashed hard. Dagny huffed heavily, and fast, suddenly in a terribly bad, grumpy mood. In fact it was rather like a tantrum, and that was something the wolf was prone to.

Maxine continued to prepare the chicken, all the while amused at Dagny’s fascination with everything. Unlike her, she supposed the other Werewolf hadn’t slowly been introduced to it all, and Max imagined her reaction would be about the same. “You misunderstand - Samantha looks to be my own age, Dagny. She’s grown up into a fine young woman - and I’ll be turning her into a Wolf soon. She’ll be one of us.” No matter what the dangers of creating a hybrid were, Maxine would never lose her daughter. Samantha hopefully wouldn’t be her only daughter, and she wished to have one biologically, but Samantha was still hers to Max and she wasn’t about to watch her grow old and die before she, herself, did. “Sammy is loyal and sweet. She’s introverted and if you meet her, you’ll find she has a nervous stutter which worsens the more nervous she gets. However, it nearly goes away when she’s comfortable around you. Please try to not make her nervous - she’s self conscious about her stutter. And don’t bring it up to her, either..that makes things worse.” She returned fully to the chicken she was preparing before fetching the heated up leftover chicken - stuffed with broccoli and cheese - mashed potatoes, corn, and asparagus, from the microwave and placing it in front of Dagny with a fork and knife. “More chicken is cooking and even more on the way - like I promised.

Something in the back of her mind recognised all of this modern world shit, but for all the years she'd spent in wolf form, everything had wilted into confusion and blurriness and a loss of worldly knowledge. There'd been a few times when Dagny had ventured out of the woods as a woman, but more often than not she'd grown bored of the way humans lived, and returned to the forested areas as a wolf. It felt more comfortable to be in form than as a human, too. In fact, Dagny believed herself to be more wolf than human, despite her being born as a child. She was fiddling with a weird little pot thing, one with a small dot in the top of it and a side labelled salt, when Maxine mentioned turning the witch into one of them. 

"Do not speak of her like that.” Her voice was filled with defensiveness of that only a mother could contain. “She is less likely to hurt me than you, Dagny. She is family.” Maxine stood between the door and Samantha’s room, ready to attack Dagny if he tried anything. “She is my daughter.” When the other Werewolf had walked away, Maxine moved to the washroom to quickly change, using her cell phone to call KFC (a place she couldn’t stand, but they’d get even more chicken here and in about twenty minutes, too) before looking for her guest again.

However many times the other wolf was going to say don't do this, or do that, it would always go over Dagny's head. She didn't care about a lot of things and lifted up her hands to brush off the warning in some blasé. She'd calmed down only a little bit whilst Maxine changed into clothes that, to Dagny, seemed pointless. She'd slipped back into her own cloths, though in comparison to what the other woman came out wearing Dagny might as well have just stayed naked, she near looked naked. "Auf den kopf von den dummen wolf einladend bei eine Hexe..." Dagny muttered to herself, her arms folded. They walked towards the kitchen.

"That’s okay - I can take my clothes off myself..when I’m alone." Which she hoped would be soon because this was uncomfortable. "Call me Max, Dagny. And because you’re..playful." It was the best answer she could come up with. Mazine was pushed passed and she furrowed her eyebrows towards Dagny before turning the water off and removing her dress, grabbing a towel. That’s when she saw where Dagny had been headed down the hall and she instantly shifted, running directly passed Dagny to stand between Dagny and Samantha’s room. She stood in a defensive position, but didn’t growl - only looked to Dagny, giving off a warning through piercing blue eyes. Then, she shifted back, glad Samantha wasn’t home. "You’ll leave that scent alone, do you understand? And remember that scent, because if you ever hurt her, I’ll have to kill you." She spoke with a hardened tone, but not a threatening one. She hadn’t even realized she was standing in soaking bra and underwear, not breaking eye contact with the giant German. "Would you like some chicken now?"

Dagny knew the scent of a witch when she smelt one, and for all the creatures the blonde wolf could cope with being around, a witch was not one of them. Her pack had fallen heavy with a disease that'd been cursed upon them by witches. The Ermengarde's were famous for their want of witch heads, and as a result of all the run ins they'd had with the sorcerers, Dagny despised them. She couldn't believe that another wolf would allow for one to live under the same roof as her. When Max, in form, ran by Dagny, the giant German halted and glared a little, though for the most part her expression just showed disbelief. "You let witch plague your territory with their filth." Dagny growled, "Why? The witch will curse you." She said, darkened eyes going towards the closed door. Dagny quite wondered if the witch was inside, hiding, but then the scent did not seem strong enough for it to actually be the person, just their belongings. Her top lip tugged upward as she glared at it, and every fibre in Dagny's built body wanted to storm the keep and rip the witch to shreds before she could do harm to Maxine, who had so stupidly let the sorceress reside here with her. But then chickens were mentioned, and it swayed the German just enough for her to start calming down. Dag stared a while longer, then with grunt she turned away from the door and started to walk back down the hallway.

Maxine couldn’t help but laugh at Dagny’s very simple, very honest answer. “It was funny.” She raised an eyebrow but the straight face didn’t last. It was only water and it did no harm to her bathroom, right? “You can just call me Max, you kn- hey!” Max playfully swatted Dagny’s hand away - she wasn’t overly ticklish, but when caught by surprise, she did squirm some. “I can be plenty funny, thank-you very much.” She raised her arms as she looked down at herself with an exaggerated sigh. “And now I’m going to have to change.” For the first time since Dagny first undressed, Maxine realized the older Werewolf hadn’t any clothes, and the blush returned for a moment before she could look up at the woman in front of her. “Anyone ever tell you you’re like a giant puppy?” She wasn’t calling Dagny a pup by any means or trying to insult her, and she hoped she didn’t take it as an insult, either. Hands reached up their their full length to get to the top of the blonde’s head, and tried without success to get her fingers through it, then attempting to at least rinse it thoroughly before she was swatted away, always looking up and not down at the naked body before her.

Dagny's face held an expression that said she wasn't so sure she believed the other woman, saying that she was plenty funny; the blonde would believe it when she saw it. When her hand was swatted away, Dagny's brows rose into her hairline some and she placed her swatted hand to her stomach, like some puppy that'd just been gently hit on the nose by some person for having done something bad. "Dagny can help take off clothes." The blonde said, a grin cutting through her lips once more. "No one has told Dagny that she is like a giant puppy, no. Why does Maxine Matthews say that about Dagny?" She asked, tilting her head to the side to get away from Max's hands when the woman tried to wash her hair. She let out a grumpy huff and raised her arms, wrapping long fingers around the other's wrists to push them away. "Dagny has been in here long enough, Dagny thinks. Where is the chick--" The wolf stopped when she caught the scent of another in the home, and her blonde brows pulled together a little. Dag's nose twitched, and she pushed aside Maxine and left the shower, to follow the scent.

Coffee On Me || Zoe & Dagny

Dagny awoke that morning in bed with another, and terribly hung over. She sort of remembered the face of the knackered wolf sleeping beside her, though last night Dagny recalled that the other had had no bite marks on their neck. How it came to be that they'd ended up at the German's small apartment was a mystery however, and Dag had to take a moment before she pushed herself up from the mattress, just so that her head would stop spinning. With huffed, she lifted. The other person did not stir, even after Dagny clambered up from the creaking floor bed like some drunken elephant that'd forgotten how to stand. The movement from standing up caused the giant to take two woozy, lumbering steps forward, bare feet wading through the crap sprawled out across the floor: squashed coke cans, beer cans, glass bottles, milk cartons, crisp packets, you name it and it was probably there.

"I’m a history fiend. I love to collect it, find it, see it, and be able to take care of it. The Ruins you describe likely have thousands of years worth of human and non-human artifacts, just waiting to be unearthed and shared with the world." He explained to Dagny, which in itself was most of the truth, though the issue of a "Civil War" amongst the pack would mean the area around said treasure trove might be considered disputed territory now. That would make things plenty more difficult to extract anything from the area. 

Dagny wasn't so certain she liked the idea of other people finding the ruins that'd once, for many, many years, been home to the Ermengardes. She definitely knew that her brothers, those that were remaining, would not take kindly to the intrusion of a vampire. Of course over the years there had been few stragglers, adventurers, that would find their way into the ruins, but none of them had ever survived to tell anyone else of their discovery. "Dagny does not think she would like that one bit." Excavation. "It is still Ermengarde territory." She stated, a little wary all of a sudden.