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Bigby was knocked out cold, his body desperately regaining the hours of rest he didn't have for the whole week. His face was pressed against the bunk, the fluff of his cheeks were messily spread out and his light pink tongue dangled from his jaws. The wolf wasn't one to move in his sleep, all he did overnight was turn onto his side and stretch his limbs out as far as he could over the mattress, his paws quite close to Righthook and taking up whatever inches space that was left between the two. Bigby didn't have much reason so shift in his slumber, he barely even dreamed. Most of the time his nights were blank and empty and he guessed it worked to his advantage.
Despite looking so comfortable and deep into his rest, the huge Canidae wasn't a heavy sleeper. The first few whines that came from Righthook sent his ears twitching, but not into full consciousness. But the gasp and shaking that followed sent the dire's eyelids fluttering open. His amber eyes stared out ahead of him and he sucked his tongue back into his mouth, jerking his head up once he had realised it dangling from his jaws. He turned his cranium to catch the sight of his clanmate shuddering madly with a little trickle of blood on his lips. Finally, Bigby's surroundings came into clear focus and he caught the mortified expression on the tom's face and the tears that sent a shine to the fur under his eyes.
The wolf's face wrinkled up in a frown and Bigby brought his paws close to his chest before sitting up, looking at the bunks nearby in a furious manner his ears pointing back stiffly. "What happened?" He questioned after bringing his amber-eyed gaze back onto Righthook, anger sitting on the tip of his tongue as he spoke. He sent glares around the barracks, his lips curling back faintly to show the white shade of his hind molars. Bigby had immediately suspected that someone must've done something, someone must have said something to send Righthook in such tremendous terror. It never dawned on the officer that the emotional reaction the tom displayed was from a dream and not outside harm, making his defensive behaviour rather misplaced in this scenario.
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Bigby scowled over at Righthook not convinced at all that this tom was anything near the lines of fine. The tom's body spasmed with shudders and shakes and it wasn't like they were hidden. Bigby could see the trembling in Righthook's yellow eyes, he could see the fear and he could smell the anxiety. He let his pupils dart down to get a glimpse of the former boxer's trembling paws and the crimson that trickled from his jowls. Yeah, this guy was nowhere near fine.
"Fine's a hell of a lie." He said brusquely, his lips dropping down to hide his sharp carnassials. Bigby had realised his response was rather blunt but he didn't compensate for it as he usually did. The dire lifted himself off the mattress, padding off the creaky springs and standing on the cement flooring. He wanted to give Righthook some space and he needed to stretch out his long extremities for a bit anyways so it wasn't a big deal. Arching his back, Bigby stretched his huge paws far ahead of his snout, his mouth gaping widely into another yawn. He then snapped his maw shut and smacked his lips together before meeting Righthook's petrified glance again. "Too late to go back to sleep now." He commented, his frown still clearly forming wrinkled on his face. "I'm awake now and before you go ahead and say sorry, don't." Bigby continued sharply with his usual raspiness to his tone. "I'm awake and staying awake because I want to." The brute explained, cocking his head over as he spoke to add a bit of expressions to his sentence. "So yeah. Don't say sorry."
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When the very beginning of the word 'sorry' reached Bigby's ears they dropped in slight disappointment. He let his head hang over with an incredibly unimpressed facial expression. It was a good thing the tom didn't finish the word because the dire was ready to scold him for it. Two things Bigby hated; repetition and pity. Both things Righthook actively displayed and internally, it drove him crazy. Well, he guessed that this was the first step to getting better. Not being apologetic for every little action.
The wolf still had his attention onto the pregnant feline, listening to his words before nodding in comprehension. "Normal? Jesus." Bigby shook his head at himself, unsure of any other way to react to such devastating effects of night terrors. He didn't even know how to react to dreams in general, let alone this. Changing the topic he didn't have much experience with, Bigby's tail waved over to curl around his heels once again.
"When was the last time you ate?" He questioned. "You're gonna have to keep your strengths up." The wolf further explained, raising his left paw and gesticulating with it as he spoke.
"Besides, I didn't think you were gonna willingly take care of yourself." Bigby said in a rather judging tone, he wasnt necessarily disappointed in Righthook. He understood that the tom was traumatised and riddled with thoughts and memories that pained his core, but really, the cat was gonna have to get himself together sooner or later. Especially with kits on the way.
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The corners of Bigby's lips twitched as he let out a laugh at the strained, faintly humorous sentence Righthook had said. It wasn't an entertained chukle per say, it was just a small huff to show that he, quite frankly, thought that his kind of logic was downright stupid. He wasn't going to say that though but he was going to think it as much as he liked. The little scowl that formed on Righthook's face caught Bigby's attention, he could tell the feline was probably starting to feel restricted and irritated.
Ah well, though sh*t."Not my problem." He grumbled out, his ears dropping back against the hind of his skull. He wasn't going to keep arguing, he was just trying to help. Why? He thought he didn't know, but the reason why he went out of his way for Righthook was a fact he was more than aware of. Bigby was seeking redemption, he was trying to prove himself as a changed man, a good man. It was a little selfish to help for his own benefit and Bigby's increased irritability was mostly caused by the realisation of that.
"Well I'm gonna get some food. If you want some, come." The dire said sharply, as if interrupting his own train of thoughts. He lowered his left paw and stood back up onto his feet, beginning to walk away slowly with a slight wobble to his wide strides.
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Bigby had just entered the base after a quick patrol around the borders, his head was hunched over and his fur a little dusty from treading the desert terrain of Darkclan. It tinted the dire wolf's black fur a shade of brownish dark grey, making it rather obvious that his pelt was rather filthy. He was tired, absolutely exhausted from his recent lack of rest. The dire wolf was not in a very patient or happy mood and he hoped that no one was going to confront him today. The brute knew that was a dumb thing to hope for, social situations cant really be controlled in a clan environment. Bigby halted suddenly before sneezing from the filth that irritated his nose and he let out a annoyed growl before shaking whatever was left of desert dust off his coarse coat of fur.
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Bigby kept walking forward, inching closer and closer to the kitchen as the two exchanged words. The canine looked over at Righthook when displayed certain concern over his forepaw. Yes, he was expecting the feline to notice his limp. It was the main reason he wasn't able to hunt, that and his size. The wolf let out a long sigh, remembering the whole of what happened thay resulted in his disability.
Got in a fight. The main result of all of his scars really, but the blow to his left paw was the worst injury he ever had. He messed with the wrong people back in the day and surely did pay for it. It was one hell of a fight, a fight Bigby refused to get too focused on. He just clearly remembered having a set of powerful jaws clamped around his leg while it was being twisted in some sadistic way. The pressure snapped his radius in half and he was left to suffer in extreme agony. Being alone at the time, the dire was the one that had to place the dislocated bone himself without any sort of medical experience. He guessed that was the reason why it never healed properly.
The male flinched as he even thought about what happened, it sent the neck of his fur standing on its very end. He felt a certain pulsation where the injury was, a sign he was thinking too hard on the past.
"It's fine." Bidby finally said in a bitter tone while shooting ghis gaze away, looking away as he vaguely explained the complication of his leg. "It's something I gotta live with. It isn't gonna go away." Bigby said half-heartedly, refusing to display much care for the past injury tha the had received. He was used to the impairment of his limbs, it wasn't that extreme. He could still put of one hell of a fight so really the fracture in his radius wasn't much of a concern, was it?Now at the dinning room's entrance Bigby halted snd pointed his muzzle over at the entrance's archway. He could smell all of the food at the end of the room. The stench tingled at the inside of nostrils and made his stomach rumble. He sent a quick glance over to Righthook and spoke down to him.
"If you cant get close to the kill pile I'll just get you smething." He concluded simply, solving the little issue they had. It wasn't much of an issue getting the feline some prey to munch on. Due to his huge size and need of alot of food to sustain such a body, Bigby was allowed to take quite a bit from the kill pile. He was able to spare a decent part of his sharing. -
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Bigby's head cocked over at the questioned, a little confused as to what she was asking. "Uh..." He looked around and shrugged his broad shoulders, thinking of a reply. He guessed that she was asking which he personally preferred, he was probably wrong but he couldn't think of anything else Moth would ask. "I'm a big guy." He began. "I think a good rat is much more filling than a snake. So I'd say I like rodents more."
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Bigby had only been walking within this earth for two years and had come across many different creatures, various species and many, many people. But none compared to the likes of what he saw surrounding the little Shikoku. They were giant serpent-like guardians it seemed and Bigby couldn't help but stare with a mix of wonder and confusion in his almond-shaped eyes. The dragons were absolutely stupendous, they had a natural air of wisdom to their elegant, mystical looks. Their blue scales glistened and glowed with a cobalt aura that intrigued the dire wolf, but he wasn't one to start conversations. He allowed himself to stare, but only briefly. There were something about these snakey reptiles that told him they were a sort of royalty and that staring was a rude action. He decided that he was going to leave these glorious entities alone and keep his distance away from them.
The wolf padded away, walking pass Hayseed and halting to look at him. The medic was hiding, why? Bigby tilted his head over to meet the dragons frames again. Ah of course, that'd have to be it. The dire didn't know much about the little scarecrow creature, but he did suspect the mute medic to be the skittish type. It didn't surprise him that he was afraid of the beasts amongst them. The enormous brute sighed and plopped his hind quarters to the ground, sitting next to the smaller individual as he watched the magical sight before him at a respectful distance.
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When he heard Juan pad over and speak, Bigby halted in his walk and lifted his head up in attention. He cocked his face over to look at the smaller canidae more efficiently, god was this Spaniard a short one. Well, technically everyone was rather short in his eyes. Hearing the heavy accent that laid on Juan's tongue, Bigby's left ear flickered, not looking a tad bit impressed. "Kind of tough keeping sand off your pelt." He began, his deep voice rumbling in the back of his throat as he pointed his muzzle down the hall, trying to gesture out to the exterior of the base. "Cause y'know, we're in a desert and all." The male continued, being a bit of a smart*ss. It's not like he was trying to be rude, he was simply stating the obvious. "So yeah, I'm dirty."
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Bigby was within the area the newcomer was found in, seeing that so many of his clanmates had gathered up at the wall he brushed the intruder off, thinking that the situation was taken cared of. The huge dire lifted his nose in the air, catching the scent of the trespasser in the wind that was carried to his direction. What an odd smell, not one of a rogue. Not one of a loner, it was the scent of a specific clan. That was what the wolf could tell, this male was a member of another clan. Or at least he used to be. That was none of the dire's business, he let his clanmates handle the situation.
As the gigantic Canidae tread aimlessly around the area, his muscles tensed and his guards went up, his pointed ears twitching at the sound of relevant aggressivity. The snappish remark from the albino rose a red flag in Bigby and he couldn't stop himself from barging into the conflict. He saw Hayseed, the mute tiger medic who sat alongside Koda, who didn't look quite impressed. Bigby had noticed that Hayseed looked quite hurt, broken-hearted even and that wasn't going to work with the temperamental brute. He shot his piercing amber-eyed gaze towards Zedekiah, his thick fur fluffed out in anger as he spoke in a sharp tone.
"I thought this was being taken cared of." He growled, looking over at his clanmates and back to the intruder. "And you." He took a step closer, standing a bit taller than the smaller canine. "I don't recognize your smell but I've recognized your attitude." His fluffy ears were then pinned back against the back of his skull, showing extreme defensiveness over his clanmates. To be honest, the brute wasn't too fond of his clan. He didn't get attach to anyone yet, he just cared more about his own morals and felt like he needed a way to get redemption to seem good.
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Bigby's just a big grumpy sad man who needs to unwind a lil.
I do want him to get close to someone and start talking abt his backstory cause lemme tell ya there's a reason why this boi is angry and guilty.
someone : lEMME TELL YOU ABT BIGBYS STORYAlso this guy was a dad. Had his kids taken away. I was gonna make it a "Bigby will confess" kind of thing.
Maybe when Righthook tries to give his kid to Dusky he's furious abt it? Idk. Maybe he even steps up to help care for it. Kind of because he's also guilty that he couldn't be there to raise his own cubs so he's finding redemption by raising Righthook's? Idk -
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"Don't mention it." The dire huffed out making his way into the kitchen and closer to the kill pile. The smell only grew stronger as he approached it, it only drove his senses crazy. Having such a powerful nose was quite a disadvantage, but he learned to bear with the constant sensory overload he experienced on a daily basis. The brute pressed a paw over the pile and found a decently sized desert hare, prey big enough to feed the two. He wasn't going to pass up on the opportunity for such a lean, mouth-watering creature. He gripped at the animal by its huge ears and carried it out of the kitchen. The Dire walked pass Righthook to seat themselves further away from the door to avoid blocking any traffic. Dropping the rabbit on the ground, Bigby licked over his lips before talking.
"Voilà. Rabbit a la mode." He said with some really bad French. Well, at least he tried to be charismatic . Kind of. Whatever attempts of being nice or charming didn't really end up in Bigby'a favour, it always ended up sounding forced or looking out of character. He pressed one of his huge forepaws on the hare's femur, holding it down as he ripped through the animals flesh effortlessly with his powerful jaw. He might as well should expose the meat for Righthook, it would've made it easier for the feline to have a decent feast.
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:oooo is onesie my nickname!!!!! That's hecking cUTE AW
I have SO MUCH MUSE for Bigby. I just aaaaaAAA I want him to talk about his story more I want that #trust to build.
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Bigby yanked off a hind leg and plopped down, wrapping his paws around the meaty extremity and munching on it delightfully. His teeth tore through flesh and muscles with ease and the big wolf had ravaged up the hare leg almost instantly. Licking over his bloodied lips, the dire kept gnawing on the femur of the rabbit, breaking down bone and chewing at the bone marrow. Another thing Bigby was thankful for was his ability to chew down bone in such small pieces he could digest it. He often fed off scraps of the clan for he was one of the only members that could pull nutrients from full on bones. Hearing Righthook, he brute pulled his jaws away from the deformed leg tha was absolutely destroyed now, it barely looked like a leg.
"Yeah, I get that." Bigby said, relating to the cats words. He was never the one to develop friends easily, he wasnt one to even have acquaintances. The canidae moved down to continue on chewing, his mouth too occupied to keep a conversation going. This was probably the closest thing he had to actual socialization in a long time. A loud snap sounded off as be broke a fibula bone between his molars, sucking at the area of the fracture to get to the bone marrow.
He then jerked his head back, coughing a piece of his kill out of his throat. As the bone dropped out of his mouth and fell onto the group, he grimaced. Choking in front of a clan mate, how f*cking embarassing. The dire hoped that Righthook didn't notice, he hoped he was too busy eating to care but it's hard to ignore a giant dog's raspy spluttering.
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Bigby met her eyes as he walked, his paws dragging a little as he walked in a sluggishly slow pace. His ears dropped to the back of his head as Moth asked that question, the dire then turned his eyes away from the cat. "I didn't join on purpose." He answered, keeping his responses vague. "I stumbled upon Darkclan and they took me in." The dire wolf then let out a long sigh as he remembered the past. "I was alone my whole life. Eventually I found the benefits of a clan. So I never left like I intended."
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Bigby stood there with a quirked brow, not looking too amazed with the other. One thing the dire didn't really like was obviousness. He very well knew he was dirty and he had assumed Juan had pointed it out in a mockingly manner. He didn't really know how to reply to what the other male just said, the Spaniard didn't leave much for the wolf to work with. He caught the rolling of the Iberian's hazel eyes and a scowl formed on his face once again. "Uh-huh." He huffed out, nodding his head slightly. What else could he say? If he said anything else he would've just gotten into some stupid argument anyways. "Did you... Need?" Bigby decided to ask, taking a step closer. He didn't keep his snappish tongue back for he had swiftly added; "Or did you just want to bother me?" Right after.
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I'm a Junkrat n Hanzo main rip
I too am very queer. I'm looking forward to bumping into you
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Bigby had been watching the newcomer from a distance, his heavy paws not really aiding him in being stealthy. When he was crossing the territory when he had smelled out the distant scent of smoke a few meters away. It certainly caught the dire's attention and the underlying need for a smoke himself. Hidden among the bushes, the big male was nothing close to being anywhere near sneaky, his loud steps and raspy huffs and puffs of breath were something that made him a god awful spy. He wasn't trying to be sly, he just simply wanted to observe before acting, something he rarely ever did. Putting too much weight on his left foreleg, Bigby wobbled in his stance which must've been caught by Jager's ears because he had called out.
Dammit.Stepping forward, the Darkclan officer walked up to the light-coloured German Shepherd and halted a few feet ahead of him, a respectful distance between the two. His bright amber eyes fell over the cigar that had been crushed moments before, the scent still tingled at Bigby's powerful nose. The brute let out husky laughter that rattled in the back of his diaphragm, meeting the newcomer's ghostly white eyes.
"That's a bad habit you got there." He commented in an obviously jokingly matter. His eyes then narrowed down at the other's dagger, raising a paw and gesticulating as he spoke firmly. "You can put that away. This isn't one of those 'circumstances'."
