August Catch-All for Girl

[thelastjoy]

A. Late August; Open

Girl stood underneath the low awning of a shop, wrapped fish and chips held to her chest. It was late enough that most of the buildings on the street were closing up, natural light dying and artificial street lamps casting a sallow glow. Girl murmured gently, the noise lost to the hissing and screeching of the tabby hunched atop the awning.

Girl held up a chunk of the fish, trying to feed it to the upset cat. The creature swiped at her fingers and Girl jumped, dropping the corner of meat. She stuck her fingers in her mouth, sucking off grease and blood with a whine before trying again. There were enough red marks on her hands and so little of her meal left to show it wasn't the first time it had happened. There was probably something to be said about doing the same thing over and over, and still expecting a different result.

"Come on, kitty," she said sweetly, ignoring that the cat hunched further as she got closer with another piece of food. "You don't have to be scared of me. Just come down."



B. [Wild card it or pm for a specific prompt. Closed starters are in the comments.]

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Cole

[thelastjoy]

Between helping Johanna and the pack’s territory disputes, Girl’s been too stressed to worry about pleasantries. When things finally started to settle down, she thought it was time to make a call on the promise she’d made to Cole. Finding his alley wasn’t too hard, though she did take a wrong turn trying to remember the directions and had spent far too long talking to empty air a few streets over. Not that he would need to know that.

Still, even thinking she had the right address, Girl felt awkward trying to call him out in the empty alleyway. “Cole?” She asked the wall, glancing around the clutter of the area. “Are you still here? I said I’d come and here I am.”

Fun Ghoul

[thelastjoy]

The warehouse was a good idea and one she was excited about, mostly. She liked the den, honestly, and all the other wolves in the pack, but there was something nice about having a place that was all their own. It was like a joining some exclusive club. Girl wanted to enjoy it. Except there was a faint guilt that made her wonder how long she’d be welcome to their little club.

“Ghoul?” She sulked up to him from the corner she’d claimed for her own, kicking aimlessly at the floor. A few weeks beyond all the chaos and raging tempers of the battlefield gave Girl a little perspective. She still didn’t think she deserved to be treated like such a kid, but she felt a little bad about arguing so much with him. For all she knew, Ghoul was still a little annoyed with her. “You busy?”

A

[bellbound]

Mogget was flying home in crow form when he spotted the girl – Girl – trying and failing to feed the cat. Well, that wasn't an opportunity he could miss, was it? He swooped down on the awning, transforming back into his cat form as he did so, fur bristling, teeth bared. He barely even needed to hiss; the tabby jumped as if it had been scalded and fell off the awning. It landed on its feet and streaked away, to Mogget's great satisfaction.

He peered down at Girl. "I smell blood. What are you doing?"