Hound [Say]
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esp_dragonFandom: Noblesse
Summary: Something was wrong with the werewolf Raizel had brought into his home.
Notes: Sooo, set right before the Muzaka snippets here. ~Timelines~
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 428
Total word count: 5,815
Status: Work in progress
Something was wrong with the werewolf Raizel had brought into his home.
Fine, there were a lot of things wrong with the werewolf. From the chunk of flesh that had been carved out of his neck, scar tissue still pink and slowly healing over, to the fact the werewolf loped around on all fours like he was instinctual all the time. He was half transformed too, Muzaka seeing a flash of fur across his cheeks before the werewolf had hid around the sofa.
But that wasn’t what made Muzaka look twice. He knew what the Union had been doing to his people, so that behaviour wasn’t surprising to him.
The werewolf was babbling. Babbling like a pup only a few decades old and just learning to speak. But that didn’t match up with the adult body he had, the claws he’d already developed. Maybe it was what the Union had done to him…?
“Hey,” Muzaka said, “kid, c’mere.” Calling the werewolf ‘kid’ slipped out, but the werewolf sounded so much like a child, that stuck more than how the werewolf looked.
It was a few seconds before the werewolf slunk out, head lowered and keeping one side pressed to the sofa. No werewolf should ever look like that and Muzaka didn’t stop the soft growl escaping his throat.
The werewolf whined in return, curling into himself even more, and it was more of the same, the sound carrying intent but no clear message.
“Kid,” Muzaka said, “how old are you?”
The werewolf didn’t answer, only giving him a questioning lilt.
“How many years do you remember?” Muzaka tried again.
Still nothing, though the kid glanced in Raizel’s direction.
Muzaka followed his gaze and Raizel’s eyes had narrowed. Nothing obvious, but Muzaka had been around Raizel enough to be able to tell when his facial expression changed, and that on Raizel’s face was scowling on anyone else’s.
“The…Union scientists,” Raizel said, “said M-21 is about twenty-eight years old.”
Muzaka’s anger warred with his horror at the realisation he’d been right. “What?” he snarled, taking a step towards Raizel. “They’ve been using pups?” The Union hadn’t just been twisting his people into shadows of their former selves. They hadn’t just been using warriors, who had been training their strength to protect those weaker than themselves.
They’d made children, ones young enough that they shouldn’t have their claws yet, into trained killers with no thoughts of their own.
“We have to-!” Muzaka was so focused on Raizel he didn’t have time to react to the silver blur that barrelled into him.
So yeah, if werewolf ageing and adulthood is similar to nobles’, that means M-21′s something like 3-5 years old in werewolf years…
Summary: Something was wrong with the werewolf Raizel had brought into his home.
Notes: Sooo, set right before the Muzaka snippets here. ~Timelines~
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 428
Total word count: 5,815
Status: Work in progress
Something was wrong with the werewolf Raizel had brought into his home.
Fine, there were a lot of things wrong with the werewolf. From the chunk of flesh that had been carved out of his neck, scar tissue still pink and slowly healing over, to the fact the werewolf loped around on all fours like he was instinctual all the time. He was half transformed too, Muzaka seeing a flash of fur across his cheeks before the werewolf had hid around the sofa.
But that wasn’t what made Muzaka look twice. He knew what the Union had been doing to his people, so that behaviour wasn’t surprising to him.
The werewolf was babbling. Babbling like a pup only a few decades old and just learning to speak. But that didn’t match up with the adult body he had, the claws he’d already developed. Maybe it was what the Union had done to him…?
“Hey,” Muzaka said, “kid, c’mere.” Calling the werewolf ‘kid’ slipped out, but the werewolf sounded so much like a child, that stuck more than how the werewolf looked.
It was a few seconds before the werewolf slunk out, head lowered and keeping one side pressed to the sofa. No werewolf should ever look like that and Muzaka didn’t stop the soft growl escaping his throat.
The werewolf whined in return, curling into himself even more, and it was more of the same, the sound carrying intent but no clear message.
“Kid,” Muzaka said, “how old are you?”
The werewolf didn’t answer, only giving him a questioning lilt.
“How many years do you remember?” Muzaka tried again.
Still nothing, though the kid glanced in Raizel’s direction.
Muzaka followed his gaze and Raizel’s eyes had narrowed. Nothing obvious, but Muzaka had been around Raizel enough to be able to tell when his facial expression changed, and that on Raizel’s face was scowling on anyone else’s.
“The…Union scientists,” Raizel said, “said M-21 is about twenty-eight years old.”
Muzaka’s anger warred with his horror at the realisation he’d been right. “What?” he snarled, taking a step towards Raizel. “They’ve been using pups?” The Union hadn’t just been twisting his people into shadows of their former selves. They hadn’t just been using warriors, who had been training their strength to protect those weaker than themselves.
They’d made children, ones young enough that they shouldn’t have their claws yet, into trained killers with no thoughts of their own.
“We have to-!” Muzaka was so focused on Raizel he didn’t have time to react to the silver blur that barrelled into him.
So yeah, if werewolf ageing and adulthood is similar to nobles’, that means M-21′s something like 3-5 years old in werewolf years…