Wei Wuxian was a mess once wolves manifested, having already been repeatedly failing to tamp down that fear or sticking even closer than usual to the people he trusted could be faster than the teeth of wolves... summarily his son, and Lan Zhan. The problem being once it was a matter of handling the situation, he was fumbling for Chenqing and barely managing to play to no avail, the wolves not influenced as he was trying to play to the dead, not to the possessed.
Which would be something fascinating to reflect on later, but in the heat of his ongoing panic, and his one means of defense (where, oh where is a sword, or a bow and a bundle of arrows?!) had him turning and bolting in a blind panic. Between the cold and everything else, he wasn't calling out for Lan Zhan, despite having his name firmly frozen in the forefront of his mind. No, he simply ran, and ran right into one of their ragtag band, clinging to the young man he almost bowled over.
Meaning Five, shorter than him by more than a head, now had a rail thin necromancer holding onto him, eyes wide and red at the corners, fear all but palpable, squeaking out a, "Save me!" as one of the wolves who'd slunk around the rest of the active fighting group broke off after them both.
night terrors
His music felt stifled, contained to the larger room he settled down in at night, playing a counterpoint to the winds and the voices that hissed and called and cried and cajoled from outside. Those who wandered in, either to test those voices or caught up in their calls, would find the music lessened the urge, left them more sure of themselves in the relative safety of the sprawling farmhold.
Other nights, he works on scraps of paper, painting talismans with brushes he starts making himself from requests of the hunters hauling in furred creatures; every so often, he holds a completed one out to whomever companions nearby. "Here, take this," with explanations following as he waits for their hand.
Yet other nights he sits under layered cloaks and blanket, back to the wall by the largest door, hands tucked under his armpits and a clawing at the door, but the voices and their draw muffled. He shivers periodically, chatting first to what looks like himself, but then proves to be the old ghost of the neatly folded cloak sitting next to him, who likewise lifts his ghostly head and gestures for whomever he sees to join them. Come, talk with an old man (hah) and a ghost, they've got all night.
wildcard potentials
Wei Wuxian travels to the citadel regularly to sell what he's making or what others have made; he's avoiding the dog that lives on the farm something fierce; he has so far avoided walking the woods at night, but so far doesn't mean always, and all it takes is one person of theirs walking out without responding to send him crashing out into the cold at their heels, looking to bring them back or keep the possessed creatures of the wood from having their way.
It doesn't mean he succeeds, and the waters grow deep with memories, but he can try, and he can fail, and he can try again.
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Wei Wuxian was a mess once wolves manifested, having already been repeatedly failing to tamp down that fear or sticking even closer than usual to the people he trusted could be faster than the teeth of wolves... summarily his son, and Lan Zhan. The problem being once it was a matter of handling the situation, he was fumbling for Chenqing and barely managing to play to no avail, the wolves not influenced as he was trying to play to the dead, not to the possessed.
Which would be something fascinating to reflect on later, but in the heat of his ongoing panic, and his one means of defense (where, oh where is a sword, or a bow and a bundle of arrows?!) had him turning and bolting in a blind panic. Between the cold and everything else, he wasn't calling out for Lan Zhan, despite having his name firmly frozen in the forefront of his mind. No, he simply ran, and ran right into one of their ragtag band, clinging to the young man he almost bowled over.
Meaning Five, shorter than him by more than a head, now had a rail thin necromancer holding onto him, eyes wide and red at the corners, fear all but palpable, squeaking out a, "Save me!" as one of the wolves who'd slunk around the rest of the active fighting group broke off after them both.
night terrors
His music felt stifled, contained to the larger room he settled down in at night, playing a counterpoint to the winds and the voices that hissed and called and cried and cajoled from outside. Those who wandered in, either to test those voices or caught up in their calls, would find the music lessened the urge, left them more sure of themselves in the relative safety of the sprawling farmhold.
Other nights, he works on scraps of paper, painting talismans with brushes he starts making himself from requests of the hunters hauling in furred creatures; every so often, he holds a completed one out to whomever companions nearby. "Here, take this," with explanations following as he waits for their hand.
Yet other nights he sits under layered cloaks and blanket, back to the wall by the largest door, hands tucked under his armpits and a clawing at the door, but the voices and their draw muffled. He shivers periodically, chatting first to what looks like himself, but then proves to be the old ghost of the neatly folded cloak sitting next to him, who likewise lifts his ghostly head and gestures for whomever he sees to join them. Come, talk with an old man (hah) and a ghost, they've got all night.
wildcard potentials
Wei Wuxian travels to the citadel regularly to sell what he's making or what others have made; he's avoiding the dog that lives on the farm something fierce; he has so far avoided walking the woods at night, but so far doesn't mean always, and all it takes is one person of theirs walking out without responding to send him crashing out into the cold at their heels, looking to bring them back or keep the possessed creatures of the wood from having their way.
It doesn't mean he succeeds, and the waters grow deep with memories, but he can try, and he can fail, and he can try again.