Nacho grits his teeth, trying and failing to yank at the vines that holding him with increasing desperation. Beads of sweat, form by exertion, pool on his shaved forehead and roll down the sides of his temples. His heart starts to pound in terror at the sight of what looks like a huge fucking wolf approaching him. The struggling, which had slowed from exhaustion, picks up the pace furiously until...
The outline of the wolf melts away into a man. Nacho's brows twitch in confusion, and his eyes widen when he sees the sword. Before he can protest, though, he sees the silvery flash of a metal weapon and he feels the vines loosening as he collapses to his knees.
He rubs the red marks where the vines had grabbed him, panting, taking a minute or two to collect himself. There are faint indents on his wrists from where the vines had grabbed him, a little circular depression working its way around his wrists. He looks up at this rescuer.
"Thanks, man," he says, breathing a little easier. Then, a double take. "...uh. You don't have any clothes. You, uh, want my jacket or something?" A buried part of him is darkly amused by the fact that that is more of a concern than the fact that this guy just changed from a goddamn wolf. But here, the idea of somebody turning from a person to a wolf and back to a person seems completely normal. How long has he been here to accept that kind of logic?
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The outline of the wolf melts away into a man. Nacho's brows twitch in confusion, and his eyes widen when he sees the sword. Before he can protest, though, he sees the silvery flash of a metal weapon and he feels the vines loosening as he collapses to his knees.
He rubs the red marks where the vines had grabbed him, panting, taking a minute or two to collect himself. There are faint indents on his wrists from where the vines had grabbed him, a little circular depression working its way around his wrists. He looks up at this rescuer.
"Thanks, man," he says, breathing a little easier. Then, a double take. "...uh. You don't have any clothes. You, uh, want my jacket or something?" A buried part of him is darkly amused by the fact that that is more of a concern than the fact that this guy just changed from a goddamn wolf. But here, the idea of somebody turning from a person to a wolf and back to a person seems completely normal. How long has he been here to accept that kind of logic?