It's been a year already? :O

[askerian]

Come write Psychic Wolves for Lupercalia - A Multi-Fandom Mini-Fest, February Thirteenth through Fifteenth!

Bluh. Why do none of my fandoms fit with telepathic wolves. I tried to come up with something for Stargate Atlantis but the only thing I managed to visualize was episode one with added wolfsister who is actually not quite John Sheppard's but used to be the sister of that guy he tried to rescue who died on him instead. And she changes NOTHING, which means this is not a good fic idea, and I don't want any longer, more divergent fic because, uh, because maybe it's a sign that I should update the Gundam Wing one I started last year faster instead. .__.;

But if someone wanted to write SGA/SG1 with wolves I would be so happy. SO. HAPPY. The happiest.

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Vriska and Tavros (p1)

[(Anonymous)]

==> Be Vriska
You're busy.

And also in a hurry.

What you are not, however, and you will take time to make this perfectly clear to any idiot who thinks otherwise, is guilty. All your surviving hatefriends know you well enough that they should know better than to blindly follow your instructions, and the fact that Tavros didn't is his own fault, the fool.

He was found by the humans. Too bad for him, you thought, and you went on with your life.

Then you found out that the humans kept him alive. That they've healed him enough to offer him back.

That they're stupid enough to think a crippled troll won't be culled the moment he's back with other trolls.

Who knows why the idiot's going along with it? He's probably spent all his time doing his 'um, well, um' routine and never got around to pointing out that they're sending him to his death. Fits the way he's always acted around you.

You don't pity the weakling. You definitely don't - ugh - care about him.

But the challenge of rescuing a crippled troll from humans and trolls? The chance to prove that you're just. That. Good?

That sort of thing is the reason you kept him around in the first place.

So you're busy. Come back some other time.

==> Be Tavros
You are Tavros, former prisoner-of-war of the humans, and are waiting at the agreed coordinates (a rocky patch of ground near a very shallow stream) to be collected by whichever trolls are given the job. You are currently shifting from foot to foot, mostly out of relief that you still can. You know that you are very awkward on these prosthetics, but the humans stood with you haven't complained.

You don't really know what to think about the artificial limbs you were given, but then, you don't know what to think about the humans in general. You were unconscious and buried under a rockslide (which you don't like to admit must have been caused by Vriska), far too close to their encampment - they had a perfect opportunity to cull you there and then. Instead, they helped you. They used the opportunity to learn more about trolls, you know, but... you can't help thinking that they could have learned just as much without bothering to heal the spinal injury, or give you these prosthetics. Or teach you to walk again.

And now you can walk well enough that they think you can go back to the other trolls, and... you should, you know that, but... you may, possibly, just a little, prefer being with the humans.

But they don't want you around any more.

There's a strange babbling coming from behind you. You think it might be those howlbeasts - 'wolves' - that the humans work with. You've only been around them once... and it was your fault it went wrong. You hadn't realised that they... weren't animals.

They must be getting closer, because the babbling is growing louder. It also seems to be getting clearer, which is odd - you weren't able to make out what those other wolves were 'saying'....