paradisa | dictated + action for anyone interested!

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dictated + action for anyone interested!

[ Isaac spent literally the entire day sleeping off a bout of wolfsbane poisoning that he isn't actually aware of, and he's still kinda out of it as a result, so he'll freak out way harder about the mysterious new locale later. Right now he's starving, so he smells his way down to where all the food is and pokes around the kitchen lethargically in a white t-shirt and sweatpants, hair messy and feet bare, looking for snacks. He's the very picture of dignity; someone come say hi and he'll reach stuff on the tall shelves for you! ]

[ Apparently, Isaac eventually gets his hands on some food, because you can hear the crunching of something loud like chips over the open page. He's even marginally more aware now! ]

Okay, so I'm going to feel really stupid if this doesn't actually work, but hello? Anyone?

... I should have brought a pen. And some sanity.

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[ they have a routine: nymeria accompanies arya into the kitchen to thaw out some steaks which she happily gorges on sprawled under the table. arya pays isaac no more attention than she would anyone else; the direwolf snarls. the volume and the intensity are enough to make arya startle. even for nymeria, typically the more openly aggressive of the two remaining direwolves, this is odd.

arya looks back to find her glaring at isaac, hackles raised and lips curling away to reveal a wide, toothed smile. arya has only ever seen her react like this once before, and it has her briefly frowning at isaac. ]

Stop it. You're being silly. [ she grabs a handful of fur at nymeria's neck just in case. ] Ignore him, come on.

[ Arya pls, Isaac nearly jumps but manages to pack it in at the last second, watching the direwolf carefully. It's definitely not like any domestic dog he's seen... or smelled. He almost doesn't even notice the kid with her fingers tangled in its fur, at least until Arya speaks, at which point Isaac makes a face like he's not sure this is really happening right in front of him. He's not used to sassy little girls with pet monster dogs, okay? ]

Yeah, it's not like he's right here and can hear you or anything.

[ No but seriously, the second Arya looks away or down at her direwolf, Isaac's eyes flash bright and gold at Nymeria in the way that usually makes all the animals at Deaton's clinic go quiet and hunker down low to the ground. He'd rather not be growled at the entire time he's trying to find something to eat, thank you very much. ]

[ arya scoffs at him. she focuses on the wolf to try to soothe her.

when isaac tries to intimidate her, nymeria's ears flatten against her head. but rather than be cowed, she crouches, plainly ready to attack. you are a strange, strange wolf, she has a pup to look after, and you're in her territory. she don't like you. B(

but rather than let her, arya yells her name. ] Nymeria! [ her voice cracks like a whip. the wolf looks like she is going to ignore the unvoiced command, but she drops the aggressive posturing as much as she does not want to. tension thrums her muscles. gold eyes remain narrowed at isaac, but at least she doesn't seem like she's going to jump him any time soon.

arya keeps her hands in the wolf's scruff. if nymeria wants to tear free, arya has no strength to hold her. but she usually respects what it means. ]

What do you do, hunt wolves?

[ because clearly issac is a villain in some form here lbr. ]

[ Okay, that was not the reaction he wanted. He blinks the gold back out of his eyes before Arya looks up again, and valiantly fights off the urge to bare his own teeth and growl back because damnit Isaac, keep it together. He does not need to get into a pissing contest with an actual wolf. An actual freakishly large wolf who is not at all impressed by his display of dominance, rude. ]

I- what? No.

[ He looks down at himself trying to figure out what makes him look like a wolf hunter. Because lame. ]

What kind of wolf is that supposed to be, anyway?

She's not a wolf, she's a direwolf! You've clearly done something! She never acts like this!

[ arya glares at him like she expects him to immediately do as she wants and explain himself. if she were any other kind of girl, she'd be tapping her foot while she waits. ]

... Oh. [ You better bet when he gets back to his room he's going to Google "direwolf." (Or try to, until he figures his cellphone data plan doesn't exactly work in magical kidnapping castles.) ] Right, obviously.

Kid, I haven't done anything. [ Here. (Yet.) ] I just got here. I think.

[ the name means nothing to him as it does to most people here. arya barely refrains from rolling her eyes.

but if he only just got here, and she's willing to believe him if only because she would have seen nymeria react before too, then... ]

What are you?

[ Isaac has a poor poker face, so he does freeze and glance up towards the door and then back down at the girl. They're alone for now, and somebody who has a direwolf probably can't be judging him for his werewolfitude, but still- ] Well that's, uh, personal? You can't just go around asking people what they are.

I just did.

[ tact. she has it. ]

[ Oh my god. Isaac squints down at the tiny sass bucket. ] You can't tell anyone if I tell you. [ Not that he thinks people will believe a 10 year old girl literally crying wolf, but that's not the point. ]

I wouldn't. [ not that she'd say anything else right now anyway lbr. ] I'm no gossip. I know to keep secrets.

I'm a werewolf. [ He raises both eyebrows like he's waiting for her to accuse him of lying. ]

[ her eyes widen a little in an "oh, is that all?" expression. ]

Makes sense. [ and just like that she turns from him, still gripping nymeria by the scruff. the direwolf comes unwillingly, her eyes still narrowed at isaac, but she lets herself be lead around remarkably docilely by the child less than half her size. ]

[ Isaac just kinda blinks, in a highly dignified moment of dumbfounded silence. Way to take the wind out of his sails. ] Uh. Oh. Well, okay then. [ Isaac may or may not be seriously tempted to stick his tongue out at Nymeria behind Arya's back. ]

[ don't make her turn this kitchen around.

reaching into the freezer, she removes a few steaks and unwraps them. they're all dumped into the sink and arya lets the water run over them to help them thaw. nymeria can eat them frozen, but arya feels bad just dumping the solid meat bricks on the floor for her. from the fridge, she steals a few ham slices and feeds them to nymeria by hand. they won't fill her, but she won't be whining as much.

as if recalling isaac is still present, arya looks up. ]

Do you eat raw meat?

Uhh- [ Isaac sighs and runs a hand through his curly hair, propping his elbows up on the counter and watching from a safe distance so Nymeria doesn't get growly again. He bets if Scott did the eye thing she'd have been more impressed. ] Sometimes. Usually by accident. [ Running around during the full moon occasionally yields bloody results, and Isaac has woken up with bits of forest creature in his mouth before. Better bits of forest creature than bits of people, though. ] Most of the time, I cook it.

Do you not remember what happens when you change either?

[ she doesn't usually talk about this with anyone else. even without needing to be told, she understood it's something to be kept secret. though she's borrowing on information from conversations with remus, she figures as long as she does not name names it is safe to use. ]

[ Isaac glances back from the direwolf to Arya sharply. ] Most of the time I can remember. Unless I go full instinct, then it can be hazy, and that's when rabbits tend to get ingested. But I don't normally do that. [ He figured out how to use an anchor and reign himself in quicker than any of the others, after all. ] You know others. Are they here?

Don't know. [ she shrugs faintly. ] People can come and go very quick.

[ she's lying, and she does not care if he can tell. she's not giving up her friend. ]

[ He perks up anyway. He gets ~~tingles~~ macho manly vibes when he stumbles on werewolves, the Alpha Twins proved that, he trusts that he'll find any if they're around. ] Okay. Cool. [ And they better be around (and not total dicks) because Isaac really, really doesn't want to be an Omega. Nothing good happens to werewolves without packs. ] Hey, who're you, anyway? Other than the wolf whisperer.