Wolf’s Den

https://twitter.com/Axis_the_wolf/status/1262948489497018368?s=09

So....I just got a weird ask from someone.

To answer whoever sent this’s question no I am not a child predator, I’m 19 years old and I’m an asexual so I don’t even have a sexual drive like this predator your talking about.

“Yeah I’m missing my bag, I was supposed to take over for one of the couriers for their deliveries but my bag went missing when I left it in the bench over there.”

send a symbol for our muses to interact!

💨 catch my muse in a lie 

🛑 stop my muse from doing something reckless

🥄 feed my muse when they’re ill or injured

🔍 help my muse find a lost item

⚠️ clean up my muse after a fight

⚓ keep my muse anchored (anxiety, nightmare, etc.)

🔫 take a bullet for my muse

🛁 give my muse a bath

🛏️ carry my muse to bed

☠️ protect my muse

✋ hold my muse’s hand

🔪 stab my muse (accident, on purpose)

🚗 leave town with my muse

🕯️ remind my muse that they matter

💥 our muses share a tense moment

📖 our muses read a story

🎀 give my muse a gift

👊 our muses train

🌹 teach my muse something (include details)

🗝️ our muses share a quiet moment

🥪 our muses have a snack

🧡 for an eskimo kiss

❣️ for a top of the head kiss

💛 for a kiss on the cheek

💞 for a kiss on the hand

🖤 for a kiss on a wound (bruise, scar, etc.)

💚 for a forehead kiss

🔥 for an angry and relieved hug

💙 for a hug that won’t be remembered

🤔 for an unwanted hug

🎧 for a calming hug

💧 for a tearful hug

😩 for a ‘ forgive me ’ hug

💟 for a happy hug

🛸 for a goodbye hug

@shawn-the-wolf

The squirming merhog hung, tangled in a fishing net, snarling and hissing at his captor, slashing out at him if he dared get too close. With ears pinned back and eyes locked on the wolf, Shadow only became more and more tangled in the net the more he struggled to get free of it. 

“I told you stop struggling.” The wolf said bored and with his W-Tablet, pulled the fishnet into the submarine and activated an electric shock to pacify the merhog. “It’ll only make things worse.”

I’m ok with both OC and canon characters and different versions of said characters.

Try to keep it SFW if you can but ok with a few things.

I’m not selective so don’t worry about being a mutual or not

If I forget about an RP feel free to send me a message.

Enjoy the RP don’t feel like it’s a important thing and don’t stress yourself.👍

Shawn couldn’t help but be at a lost for words and just stared at the two friends thoughtfully as they played and messed with each other. It reminded him very much of his childhood with his old friend Nora, when they would play around in a backyard or at the others house, silly little games and pleasant chats, he had forgotten what it was like to have those moments.

Shawn eventually smiles very subtlety seeing the two friends being so vulnerable and have little to no care in the world. It’s rather odd for him to see so up close, would he be able to feel that way ever again? He wondered being the merc he is having to be on guard at all times is necessary, but they gave Shawn a rather calming vibe.

Shawn snapped out of it when the two looked over at him and flowey pointed out that he had snails all over him, rather then get spooked or panicked he stayed still and looked back at the friends. “Nows a good chance to get some easy snails with these guys on me, hurry and get them before they climb off.”

Flowey tried to contain his fit of laughter, but he didn’t exactly hurry and spring to his roots to grab the snails. Too many entertaining ideas were swimming through his mind. Brennt, himself, paused a moment, reflecting on how sweet the snails looked just pleasantly huddled up to Shawn as they were. A pang of deep guilt rifted through him at the thought of their unpleasant fate. As the rose rolled into an upright position, giggling and creeping over to Shawn–not that Shawn was in any way unaware of him doing so–the fallen angel walked carefully with as much grace as he could muster over to the wolf, balancing the snails atop his skull and maneuvering carefully around the stumps, roots, rocks, and logs between them.

The tenrec did dearly wish there were a satisfactory substitution for snails. The whole point, however, was that Flowey missed his mother’s cooking. A substitution wouldn’t do unless he, himself could invent one–but that would probably take awhile to concoct. Who knew how long–how much experimenting would have to be initiated? It certainly wouldn’t happen overnight, much less within the next hour.

He’d try to make it as painless a possible for them.

The flower reached the twin-tailed individual, reaching out with a vine to pluck one of the snails from Shawn’s fur.

And that was when the snails suddenly assaulted the both of them, with feathers. Startled, the small creature reeled to the side with an ‘ack!’ He nearly collided with the blonde entity, who’d nearly reached Shawn after moving around from the side, and in attempt to avoid stepping on his friend, Brennt stumbled over a large rock, crashing into Shawn and the both of them toppled over.

In the end, no snails were harmed, neither were any of the trio really injured. Flowey started to laugh all over again, watching the small gastropods crawl all over the tenrec and wolf squeaking their victory. Brennt rolled off of the mint wolf, not even bothering to apologize but laughing at the absurdity of all of it. “Look at you two! Conquered by snails!” The amalgamate taunted. “Oh how the mighty have–AAAHH!” There was a scream as a snail slid up his stem and nested itself into his petals, tickling him with a feather.

“Thank you for the help.” Shawn said to try to break the silence for once, he looked the snails and flowey for a bit before noticing Brennt coming over. The snail on Brennt’s Head definitely made him tilt his head slightly confused, why didn’t he take the snail off his head? Did he like having the snail there for now?

Regardless of what Shawn’s conclusion was he found his thoughts cut off when Brennt fell on him causing him to fall backwards as well “OOF!” Shawn felt his lungs start to act up due to the thud of falling back and his sickness so he had a small coughing fit but out of politeness even though he’s never able to be contagious, he covered his mouth.

Shawn was busy sniffing around for more snails as Flowey called to him saying that now it was Eight snails caught. “Only a couple more to go.” Shawn said to himself rather quietly, he barely realizes how he was getting pretty into this, and that he should probably be a bit more careful in how much effort he puts into this, so he can avoid being even more sick.

Shawn almost popped his head up upon hearing a startled cry and tuned around quickly, only to find it was Brennt feeling a snail on the top of his head and flowey kept messing with Brennt.

This made Shawn temporarily stop searching and just sit there, watching the two have fun, a couple minutes ago Brennt seemed extremely distant like him, but now he’s having fun, laughing, Shawn wondered if he could ever be that way again.

What he didn’t realize was during this moment of simply watching the two left him feeling extremely peaceful, he was so peaceful it was almost radiant, and some snails feeling the peace from Shawn across crawled onto him and simply stayed there on his arms, lap and even his shoulder, at least ten snails joined in on watching the two friends.

“Ack! I can’t get it out!” The small amalgamation tried to pry the snail away from his face and petals, but seemed wary to force it to come off due to its suction.

Brennt continued to laugh. “You asked for it!”

“I did not!” Flowey argued. Ornery little thing. “Now get it off!” His stem elongated so he could be closer to Brennt’s height, but the fallen angel picked him up, causing the black rose to look at his quills again and snicker.

“Oh, so it’s funny, is it?” The blonde grinned and went to pull snail from Flowey’s head, but something went wrong. As Brennt pulled, Flowey pulled in attempt to help, and effectively jerked backwards so hard that he fell from his best friend’s arms and, with stems and vines rolled several feet while screaming before crashing into a small boulder.

The tenrec stared, holding the successfully detached snail. “Flowey?!”

“Ow…” The cryptid moaned, shaking his head.

–Then he caught sight of Shawn. who in his rested position reminded Flowey vaguely of a Christmas tree, only adored with a hoodie and many snails. The child started to giggle, pointing a vine in the wolf’s direction. His elder friend looked over, trying not to laugh but clearly amused as well from his tone. “…You’ve got snails all over you, Shawn.”

Shawn eventually smiles very subtlety seeing the two friends being so vulnerable and have little to no care in the world. It’s rather odd for him to see so up close, would he be able to feel that way ever again? He wondered being the merc he is having to be on guard at all times is necessary, but they gave Shawn a rather calming vibe.

Shawn looked intrigued from the mentioning of the woodlands, it’ll be like a little hunt practice for him since he’s a wolf a predator species after all. “Huh Alright, I’m up for a little snail hunt let’s get go-.”

Shawn didn’t even finish his sentence before the rose spoke up, he did sorta trail off in the sentence so he figured they thought he finished talking, and soon enough he was at the woodlands Brennt mentioned, his ears were flickering, his nose twitching, even though he was a little sick his hunting instincts were kicking in, and he was taking in the view.

Shawn snapped out of it after they mentioned twenty five snails should be a good amount for now, Shawn began to look around a little before hearing the two had already found a few more snails, a small part of him wanted to see who can collect more snails the fastest but his serious side was trying to counteract it, but once his nose caught a whiff of some snails and some decent sized ones….

He was off and began to find a few good sized snails, he found One, two, three, four, five snails in one specific area! “I got five more, that makes it our total up to 8 snails right?”

“It does now!” Flowey called, scooping up a snail into his vines, having left the babies alone. The snail stared at him. He stared back, and an idea crept into his mind.

A mischievous giggle sounded quietly from him, as he looked around, spotting Brennt. He snuck forward through the grass as quietly as he could…

“Nine!” The blonde called, gently lifting another sizable snail from the trunk of a tree and placing it next to the other in hand. The two of them were nearly big enough to fill his entire hand, if not for his fingers. He moved his fingers close together to make a bit more room. He barely noticed another a bit farther up, nearly on the other side of the tree. Behind him, the sentient rose stretched, pulling himself up quickly through another tree, slithering like a snake until he reached a limb, then jumped quietly onto the limb above the angel’s head. The blonde gently plucked the snail from the bark, a tad smaller than the first he’d found. “Ten…”

Plop.

Brennt felt something gooey drop into his quills and he gave a visible start, muscles tensing defensively. “Ueh!” The startled cry was very quiet, but likely audible from Shawn’s position. A large snail now sat on the head of the fallen angel. Flowey was directly above him, laughing almost mechanically. After a second, his chosen victim’s tension dissolved, and he began to laugh too. The snail atop him looked rather clueless as to what was even happening. Flowey slunk down the tree’s trunk and returned to searching, still looking sly as he vanished into the tall grass.

Rustle. Plop!

“Hehehehehehe!” The flower laughed.

“S-stop that Flowey…!” Brennt practically choked on laughter, another snail now adorning him, though much smaller.

“Can’t make me!” The rose blew a raspberry. The tenrec wordlessly stuck the lone snail who’d not been granted a place in his palm (or on his head) into Flowey’s petals, despite the other’s attempts to dodge. “NONONONO–HEY!!” The tenrec laughed loudly.

Shawn almost popped his head up upon hearing a startled cry and tuned around quickly, only to find it was Brennt feeling a snail on the top of his head and flowey kept messing with Brennt.

This made Shane temporarily stop searching and just sit there, watching the two have fun, a couple minutes ago Brennt seemed extremely distant like him, but now he’s having fun, laughing, Shawn wondered if he could ever be that way again.

Shawn caught a whiff of a snail and used his tail to pick it up and put it in a plastic bag before Brent asked the question in teleportation. “Huh? Oh yeah I’m fine with it, I’ve teleported a few times before so it’s not a big deal to me, you got a good place for hunting snails down?”

Shawn tilts his head curiously but in a slightly cute way and was slightly wagging one of his tails, he didn’t want to admit it but going on a little hunt sound appealing to him his old instincts as a child were kicking in slightly.

Flowey and Brennt both blinked as the wolf darted toward the nearby, conveniently placed snail, before answering the question. The ease with which he found one of the few snails obtainable in this place was startling–impressive, even.

The tenrec gave a nod. “Yes, there’s a woodland I’ve been to that’s full of them, for one. It’ll be a good place to look, but we should get going before it gets dark over there. Daylight should end in about an hour.”

“That’ll work! We don’t need a zillion so we should be done before then–let’s go!” The rose beamed. Brennt envisioned the location–a spacious clearing in the midst of trees, with high grass where the sun could shine and some ancient boulders. Then in a blink, the three of them were there; they were up against a hillside where the wind didn’t blow. The sun was showing signs of setting, but for now there was still plenty of light. Flowey glanced around, crawling out from Brennt’s coat with his vines and roots which protruded from stem. his posture somewhat brought to mind a mantis. “How many do we need?”

“That’ll depend on their size, but let’s start with twenty-five.” The fallen angel looked around carefully, spotting one after only an instant. Flowey jumped from his shoulder and walked around, checking around the tree’s trunks and fallen logs.

“Two.” Brennt called, counting both his which he picked up, gently, and Shawn’s which had been found in the city. Its shell was a third the size of his palm.

Shawn didn’t even finish his sentence before the rose spoke up, he did sorta trail off in the sentence so he figured they thought he finished talking, and soon enough he was at the woodlands Brennt mentioned, his ears were flickering, his nose twitching, even though he was a little sick his hunting instincts were kicking in, and he was taking in the view.

Shawn snapped out of it after they mentioned twenty five snails should be a good amount for now, Shawn began to look around a little before hearing the two had already found a few more snails, a small part of him wanted to see who can collect more snails the fastest but his serious side was trying to counteract it, but once his nose caught a whiff of some snails and some decent sized ones....