Lovable Werepup

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Oz tightened their grip on the leather strap of the bookbag as they walked through the cafeteria building on campus, the overwhelming throng of loud talking overstimulating their senses. It was too much for them, and they wished that they dared to have another peanut butter and jelly back in his dorm, but the required meal plan was wasting away. And they couldn’t handle another confrontation with their father about money left unspent.

When they finally dared to turn around on their heals to leave, a familiar sight stopped Oz in their steps. They stared at Scott Howl, star quarterback of their high school, and their mouth ran dry as it gaped open. Why was he at the same school?

And then there was the eye contact. Quickly Oz averted their eyes, heat quickly covering their face as they glanced down at their feet. It was now too late to turn back. They needed to do something.

They slowly raised a hand in greeting and smiled towards the familiar male. His smile wavered as he felt his nerves bubbling into a muddled pool in his stomach. “Hi Scott,” Oz said, knowing that their tiny voice was barely louder than a whisper. 

    While Scott didn’t have classes until the night, he always made sure to not stay in his dorm room as that could develop a very bad habit and he’d start skipping classes again...which was not a good thing. Walking to the cafeteria, Scott stomach started to sing the usual lunchtime song that Scott had made when he was in middle school and it stuck.

    Getting his tray and piling various meats and starches, Scott could feel his stomach agree with his choices of sustenance and checked out using his meal plan. Turning around, Scott saw a familiar looking person make eye contract with him, but then the person said hi and his name. At first, Scott didn’t connect the fact with a name for a second or two, but it clicked.

    Scott’s eyes widened and his figurative tail starting to wag, “Oz!? Holy crap! Hey buddy! I haven’t seen ya in a couple years! How’ve you been!”

Ellie went from on alert, to angry, to very confused in the span of about .02 seconds. First off she did not need to explain herself to a person who was shouting at her for no fucking reason. She can see where it might be a sore spot for him since APPARENTLY HE IS A FUCKING WEREWOLF but whatever this is fine. Weirdly enough this guy looked like he was about to chew her larynx and it was still preferable to the guy who left. That did not stop her from taking her knife out as sneakily as she could and hold it against her thigh. She looked at the man in the eye and keeping her voice neutral.

“Fine, which example you want the one. Where I watched the clickers rip peoples throats out, the one were I saw my best friend go crazy as the virus over took her to the point were all she wanted was to eat my flesh, how about the time where the only person I can consider a father was knocked over seconds away from being eaten alive…is that a good enough reason to kill those monsters? Honey I do not know what kind of world you are from but mine mindless monsters run around knowing only to eat. Considering you are able to have a conversation to me alone means you are very different from the clickers.

    Taking another swig of the drink the guy left, Scott let the alcohol course through his body. It was calming his temper which made it easier to listen to the Monster Murderertm. And to be honest, her story was really freakin’ terrifying...and depressing as hell. The anger that was coursing through his body was rapidly draining,and shame was quickly replacing it. He started to berate himself over his impulsive nature.

    Looking down at his glass, his ears drooping, “I’m...I’m sorry...”

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Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

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What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

Ellie was annoyed. She had a bit of a buzz going from the whiskey but honestly it was not that bad, at least not bad enough to be able to deal with this guy who decides to sit down at her table. Ellie was not against meeting new people especially because unlike home people do not tend to try and kill her but she quickly figured out how much of an asshole this guy was. He was talking about how the world he was from he was the handsomest and worshiped by all..blah blah blah. God she just wanted him to shut up so what better then the truth. 

“Oh really? All I get to do is run for my life and kill monsters.” The stunned look on his face was great that is until a rather hairy guy slammed his fists on the table and shouted, was he wasted? The annoying guy jumped up and ran for it at least.

She looked up at the hairy guy. Kill werewolves?

“What are you talking about?” She asked genuinely confused.

“To answer your question, no I have never even seen a werewolf before? Do they exist in your home world or something?” Ellie casually took another sip and let her right hand slip into her pocket near her knife. She was not expecting to need it but holding it at least helped her stay calm. 

    A voice nagged Scott in the back of his mind after the girl’s apparent confusion, “Hey, remember that this place isn’t like home? Maybe werewolves don’t exist in her world?” Scott chose to ignore that voice in favor of his anger. While Scott was usually a joyous person, that was because that was the emotion he was always at. Whatever emotion he feels, his mind just clings to it, and doesn’t let go of it.

    Baring his fangs, “Well, I hope they do since I am one.”

    Scott felt his hands flex and his claws stab into his palms. The pain was keeping him from launching himself at the girl. He never wanted to hurt people. It wasn’t nice. But to have someone in front of him casually mentioning killing monsters...that was something that he never thought he’d experience in Wonderland.

    He had to calm himself down, while his werewolf transformation was linked to the moon cycle and...other activities, he could still lose himself to the impulses of that side of himself.

    Taking deep breathes, Scott tried to calm himself. His friends back home taught him how to do it, and it was rare that he had to use it at all...and this was the time to use it.

    Looking at the girl, “I’m not gonna hurt you, since I don’t like hurting others. But you’re gonna have to explain why you’re killing monsters.”

Hiya everyone! Brendon here with the dumb but lovable werewolf hunk Scott from Monster Prom! He’s a very new muse for me, and he’s also one of my fluffier muses! If you want to thread with this fluff-ball, please like this post! Cap is at 6!

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