Pace the Night [Scent]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: M-21 scents a new wolf in his house.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 894
Total word count: 20,023
Status: Work in progress
He woke up, wrinkling his nose at the dull ache in his body; he must have been in a fight. If he'd been in a fight... He lifted his snout to sniff the air. And froze.
There was the scent of another wolf in the house.
He bounded out his bed and shoved his head through the gap in his door, wriggling out before it opened properly.
Where? Where was the other wolf?
The scent was faint where he was so he leaped down the stairs, the scent getting stronger.
Along with the scent of his packmates' blood. The other wolf must have attacked his packmates!
He dashed into the eating area and found Metal-static and Oil-gunpowder sitting on the sofa, the tv on.
Metal-static looked over at him and flashed his teeth, beckoning him over. When he went over, nuzzling what he could reach to check how they were, Metal-static ran his hands through his fur.
"Damn, that's some bad timing, huh. We were a little too distracted to check the date," Metal-static murmured. "Unless transforming means everything gets reset when you transform back so this'll be better for you in the long run."
Oil-gunpowder's hands joined Metal-static's. "We're alive, don't worry," he said.
He still whined, the scent of the other wolf still lingering on his packmates. He still wanted to make sure, and he slowly licked anything he could reach — his packmates didn't want him to lick their wounds, but he still wanted to make them feel better, and to get rid of the scent of the other wolf.
His ears twisted at someone approaching the room and he turned his head to look, puzzled. That didn't sound like any of his packmates, the weight heavier and the stride longer.
He stood up again when he saw the silver haired - he inhaled, scenting the other wolf. It was him. He was the one that had hurt his packmates!
He snarled, hackles raised as he leaped at the other wolf -
And howled with all his might, Metal-static's cables wrapped around him, keeping him suspended in the air. Why? Why was Metal-static stopping him from protecting his packmates? He snarled, wanting to bury his claws into the other wolf. He tried to wriggle free but more of Metal-static's cables joined the others, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to keep him in place.
"M!" Metal-static yelped. "He's a friend!" Metal-static's hands were running down his back, stroking him, and no, he didn't want to be distracted! His packmates had been attacked!
The other wolf growled something, and there was something about it, something that buzzed in his ears like he should know what the other wolf said. He shook his head to get rid of the feeling and tried to tug off Metal-static's cables again.
"If you were trying to say something to him in wolf-speak," Metal-static said, "M doesn't understand it."
"That would explain why I can barely understand what he's saying," the other wolf said. Who hadn't moved from where he was yet.
"M-21," Oil-gunpowder said, and there were new hands scratching at the base of his ears. "Muzaka's a friend. He protected us."
He'd protected...?
"Yeah! If it wasn't for him, well, we might not be here right now."
They wouldn't? M-21's growl tapered off as he squinted at the other wolf, sniffing again. The other wolf...didn't smell much of their blood. Only faintly.
Oh.
He wagged his tail a little and ducked his head in apology, glancing away from the other wolf's face.
"You okay now?" Metal-static murmured, still rubbing his back. "You're not going to attack him?"
"Sorry about that," Oil-gunpowder said. "We didn't think he would be like that with strangers."
The other wolf chuckled. "Heh, don't worry about it — from what I could understand, he thought I'd hurt both of you."
He nodded.
"Just the opposite, M," Metal-static said. "I'm gonna put you down, okay?"
He nodded again, and he held still as Metal-static's cables slid off him. Once he was free, he shook himself to straighten out his fur and then approached the other wolf. The other wolf only crouched as he did, not moving towards him, which made him feel a little better.
"Hey there." The other wolf offered him a hand to sniff and his ears flattened as he caught the scent of a lab on the wolf. And him. He backed away, growling softly in the back of his throat at the reminder of that man.
"M?"
"I'm assuming he's smelling Crombell on me," the other wolf said, and his growl ratcheted up at that name. "But don't worry," the other wolf continued, smiling, "I'm not going to see him again."
"Hng..." He approached the other wolf again, still wrinkling his nose at the reminder of that man. He nuzzled the wolf's hand and licked it once in thanks before returning to his packmates. He nudged them back to the sofa and once they were sitting again, he climbed up and placed his head on Oil-gunpowder's lap.
The other wolf sat down on one of the other seats and he watched him from the corner of his eyes. His packmates' scent didn't change at the other wolf getting close, and Oil-gunpowder didn't tense either, so they weren't worried about him. They trusted the other wolf.
So he would to.
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Written for the prompt, 'M21's wolf form being jealous because the others smell like Muzaka (aka. another wolf).'
I decided to I cut the 'and' out of the scent names, haha. Putting two names next to each other was just so awkward.
Not sure what Muzaka's scent name would be, haha.
Summary: M-21 scents a new wolf in his house.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 894
Total word count: 20,023
Status: Work in progress
He woke up, wrinkling his nose at the dull ache in his body; he must have been in a fight. If he'd been in a fight... He lifted his snout to sniff the air. And froze.
There was the scent of another wolf in the house.
He bounded out his bed and shoved his head through the gap in his door, wriggling out before it opened properly.
Where? Where was the other wolf?
The scent was faint where he was so he leaped down the stairs, the scent getting stronger.
Along with the scent of his packmates' blood. The other wolf must have attacked his packmates!
He dashed into the eating area and found Metal-static and Oil-gunpowder sitting on the sofa, the tv on.
Metal-static looked over at him and flashed his teeth, beckoning him over. When he went over, nuzzling what he could reach to check how they were, Metal-static ran his hands through his fur.
"Damn, that's some bad timing, huh. We were a little too distracted to check the date," Metal-static murmured. "Unless transforming means everything gets reset when you transform back so this'll be better for you in the long run."
Oil-gunpowder's hands joined Metal-static's. "We're alive, don't worry," he said.
He still whined, the scent of the other wolf still lingering on his packmates. He still wanted to make sure, and he slowly licked anything he could reach — his packmates didn't want him to lick their wounds, but he still wanted to make them feel better, and to get rid of the scent of the other wolf.
His ears twisted at someone approaching the room and he turned his head to look, puzzled. That didn't sound like any of his packmates, the weight heavier and the stride longer.
He stood up again when he saw the silver haired - he inhaled, scenting the other wolf. It was him. He was the one that had hurt his packmates!
He snarled, hackles raised as he leaped at the other wolf -
And howled with all his might, Metal-static's cables wrapped around him, keeping him suspended in the air. Why? Why was Metal-static stopping him from protecting his packmates? He snarled, wanting to bury his claws into the other wolf. He tried to wriggle free but more of Metal-static's cables joined the others, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to keep him in place.
"M!" Metal-static yelped. "He's a friend!" Metal-static's hands were running down his back, stroking him, and no, he didn't want to be distracted! His packmates had been attacked!
The other wolf growled something, and there was something about it, something that buzzed in his ears like he should know what the other wolf said. He shook his head to get rid of the feeling and tried to tug off Metal-static's cables again.
"If you were trying to say something to him in wolf-speak," Metal-static said, "M doesn't understand it."
"That would explain why I can barely understand what he's saying," the other wolf said. Who hadn't moved from where he was yet.
"M-21," Oil-gunpowder said, and there were new hands scratching at the base of his ears. "Muzaka's a friend. He protected us."
He'd protected...?
"Yeah! If it wasn't for him, well, we might not be here right now."
They wouldn't? M-21's growl tapered off as he squinted at the other wolf, sniffing again. The other wolf...didn't smell much of their blood. Only faintly.
Oh.
He wagged his tail a little and ducked his head in apology, glancing away from the other wolf's face.
"You okay now?" Metal-static murmured, still rubbing his back. "You're not going to attack him?"
"Sorry about that," Oil-gunpowder said. "We didn't think he would be like that with strangers."
The other wolf chuckled. "Heh, don't worry about it — from what I could understand, he thought I'd hurt both of you."
He nodded.
"Just the opposite, M," Metal-static said. "I'm gonna put you down, okay?"
He nodded again, and he held still as Metal-static's cables slid off him. Once he was free, he shook himself to straighten out his fur and then approached the other wolf. The other wolf only crouched as he did, not moving towards him, which made him feel a little better.
"Hey there." The other wolf offered him a hand to sniff and his ears flattened as he caught the scent of a lab on the wolf. And him. He backed away, growling softly in the back of his throat at the reminder of that man.
"M?"
"I'm assuming he's smelling Crombell on me," the other wolf said, and his growl ratcheted up at that name. "But don't worry," the other wolf continued, smiling, "I'm not going to see him again."
"Hng..." He approached the other wolf again, still wrinkling his nose at the reminder of that man. He nuzzled the wolf's hand and licked it once in thanks before returning to his packmates. He nudged them back to the sofa and once they were sitting again, he climbed up and placed his head on Oil-gunpowder's lap.
The other wolf sat down on one of the other seats and he watched him from the corner of his eyes. His packmates' scent didn't change at the other wolf getting close, and Oil-gunpowder didn't tense either, so they weren't worried about him. They trusted the other wolf.
So he would to.
Written for the prompt, 'M21's wolf form being jealous because the others smell like Muzaka (aka. another wolf).'
I decided to I cut the 'and' out of the scent names, haha. Putting two names next to each other was just so awkward.
Not sure what Muzaka's scent name would be, haha.