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esp_dragonv2Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: [We appear to have picked up one of your people and we wanted to make sure he's all right.] Frankenstein only contacts Ashleen when it's an important matter, and even from the message she can tell something's wrong.
Notes: Ashleen lives, Muzaka and Rai never fought, Rai lived with Frankenstein all this time AU.
Going to assume Ashleen uses polite suffixes for Rai and Frankenstein since she's only 900ish years old and that seems to be young adult age in their development.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,030
Status: Complete
Ashleen hummed as she rooftop hopped towards Raizel-nim and Frankenstein-nim's house. Frankenstein-nim had contacted her and that was already a worrying sign - he contacted her when he wanted something done quickly; if it wasn't important, he messaged her pops and waited for whenever her pops remembered to pick his phone up to check.
[We appear to have picked up one of your people and we wanted to make sure he's all right.]
It was a strange message. It could have been Frankenstein-nim being indirect, but he sounded unsure, which was what had been confusing - the two had been around long enough to be able to recognise a werewolf. Unless it was someone young enough to not be able to tell them, except Ashleen knew were were no packs nearby that Raizel-nim and Frankenstein-nim could have gotten in contact with.
That, and Frankenstein knew bodies and how treat them. He certainly knew more than her so calling on her... It had to be something specific to werewolves that he couldn't figure out.
She rang their front doorbell and waited, feeling their presences inside. It didn't take long for Frankenstein to arrive and he smiled when he saw her.
"I hope your trip wasn't troublesome?" he asked as he let her in.
"No," she said, her nostrils flaring. Definitely another werewolf, a pup. It was musky though, as if... "Where is he?" She looked around, nodding towards Raizel-nim, who nodded back. Not in this room.
"Upstairs," Frankenstein said, leading her towards the stairs. "He wouldn't listen to Master, so we put him in one of the spare rooms to help him feel safer."
"He wouldn't listen to Raizel-nim?" she repeated. The pieces were falling into place and she hummed at the sound of movement in the room they were heading for. There was only one certain situation she could think of where Raizel-nim talking to someone was important and what it meant if the other one didn't listen. "How old does he look?"
"I'm not sure," Frankenstein said with a sigh. "I would say a year, but as to how that translates..."
She nodded. She'd been right.
"How has he been acting?" she asked, hand on the door handle.
"Snappy," Frankenstein said. "It's largely defensive, but he does try to bite if we got too close." Another reason why to keep him separate.
"All right," she said, nodding. She opened the door and was met with a high pitched growl.
A low bed took up most of the room, with some kind of fabric tenting up from the middle, making a nice covered den. She wasn't surprised to see a small silver wolf pup standing near the far wall, fur fluffed up. That had been the scent she'd smelled as soon as she'd entered the house, one of a transformed werewolf, and it explained why Frankenstein had been unsure about the pup's age or if he was even all right.
Which was the problem.
"We can't transform like that until we're an adult," she said, pursing her lips. "It takes too much energy - we can only transform our claws when we come of age." And the pup had been in this form all this time?
"I had been concerned about that," Frankenstein muttered.
Ashleen walked over, which made the pup growl louder, and he backed up towards the wall.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she growled, switching to the werewolf language as she crouched down. The pup froze, his own growl cutting short as his eyes widened.
"You know this language?" The pup took a few steps closer, before backing away again. Wanted to greet her, but still wary. The tip of his tail was wagging though. A good sign.
"Of course," she said. "Since I'm like you." He perked up at that, though he stayed where he was, glancing at Frankenstein-nim.
"Frankenstein-nim?" she asked, turning her head towards him. "Could you leave?" The pup hadn't trusted Raizel-nim or Frankenstein-nim's presences, and that seemed to be why he was hesitant now.
"I'll make tea for when you're done."
Ashleen smiled. "Thanks." It shouldn't take too long.
She heard the door click closed behind her and focused on the pup again. Already he wasn't holding himself as stiffly as before, his head a little higher.
"What's your name?" she growled, and he tilted his head.
"My name?" He tilted his head the other way. "I can't...remember?"
She frowned. The pup was old enough to talk, but not remember his name? What had happened to him?
If he couldn't remember his name, he probably wouldn't remember what had happened to his pack. And if he did, it wasn't important right now - she wanted his trust more than knowing that.
"I'm Ashleen," she told him, holding her palm up towards the ceiling.
The pup accepted her invitation and trotted over. As he got closer, she could see a healed over scar that cut down the right side of his snout.
She scratched the top of his head as he leaned into her. "How're you feeling?"
"Tired..." He curled up next to her with a huff.
"I'll bet," she said with a smile. The transformation would be sapping a lot of his energy. "Do you want to sleep?"
"Yeah." His eyes were already closing, and after a minute his breathing was already deep and even.
Ashleen kept petting him as his body shuddered and changed, fur giving way to smooth skin. He had short silver hair and looked somewhere in his teens, old enough to have developed his claws, but not yet a fully grown adult.
"That probably feels a lot better," she murmured, pulling her phone out. He was thin and pale, his bones easily seen under his skin.
[He's transformed back now,] she messaged Frankenstein. [He'll need some clothes though.] She squinted at the kid. [About 14 human years old?] That should give Frankenstein a rough size of what to aim for.
[I'll bring a change of clothes along with tea.]
She smiled at his message, before she slipped the phone back into her pocket and carried the kid to the bed. She wasn't going to leave his side for a while, but he would be more comfortable on the bed.
This went more calmly than I was expecting, haha. M-21 was going to bite her first, hah. It's also a lot longer than expected.
I left it hanging, but I'm not sure if I'll be writing further than this.
Summary: [We appear to have picked up one of your people and we wanted to make sure he's all right.] Frankenstein only contacts Ashleen when it's an important matter, and even from the message she can tell something's wrong.
Notes: Ashleen lives, Muzaka and Rai never fought, Rai lived with Frankenstein all this time AU.
Going to assume Ashleen uses polite suffixes for Rai and Frankenstein since she's only 900ish years old and that seems to be young adult age in their development.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,030
Status: Complete
Ashleen hummed as she rooftop hopped towards Raizel-nim and Frankenstein-nim's house. Frankenstein-nim had contacted her and that was already a worrying sign - he contacted her when he wanted something done quickly; if it wasn't important, he messaged her pops and waited for whenever her pops remembered to pick his phone up to check.
[We appear to have picked up one of your people and we wanted to make sure he's all right.]
It was a strange message. It could have been Frankenstein-nim being indirect, but he sounded unsure, which was what had been confusing - the two had been around long enough to be able to recognise a werewolf. Unless it was someone young enough to not be able to tell them, except Ashleen knew were were no packs nearby that Raizel-nim and Frankenstein-nim could have gotten in contact with.
That, and Frankenstein knew bodies and how treat them. He certainly knew more than her so calling on her... It had to be something specific to werewolves that he couldn't figure out.
She rang their front doorbell and waited, feeling their presences inside. It didn't take long for Frankenstein to arrive and he smiled when he saw her.
"I hope your trip wasn't troublesome?" he asked as he let her in.
"No," she said, her nostrils flaring. Definitely another werewolf, a pup. It was musky though, as if... "Where is he?" She looked around, nodding towards Raizel-nim, who nodded back. Not in this room.
"Upstairs," Frankenstein said, leading her towards the stairs. "He wouldn't listen to Master, so we put him in one of the spare rooms to help him feel safer."
"He wouldn't listen to Raizel-nim?" she repeated. The pieces were falling into place and she hummed at the sound of movement in the room they were heading for. There was only one certain situation she could think of where Raizel-nim talking to someone was important and what it meant if the other one didn't listen. "How old does he look?"
"I'm not sure," Frankenstein said with a sigh. "I would say a year, but as to how that translates..."
She nodded. She'd been right.
"How has he been acting?" she asked, hand on the door handle.
"Snappy," Frankenstein said. "It's largely defensive, but he does try to bite if we got too close." Another reason why to keep him separate.
"All right," she said, nodding. She opened the door and was met with a high pitched growl.
A low bed took up most of the room, with some kind of fabric tenting up from the middle, making a nice covered den. She wasn't surprised to see a small silver wolf pup standing near the far wall, fur fluffed up. That had been the scent she'd smelled as soon as she'd entered the house, one of a transformed werewolf, and it explained why Frankenstein had been unsure about the pup's age or if he was even all right.
Which was the problem.
"We can't transform like that until we're an adult," she said, pursing her lips. "It takes too much energy - we can only transform our claws when we come of age." And the pup had been in this form all this time?
"I had been concerned about that," Frankenstein muttered.
Ashleen walked over, which made the pup growl louder, and he backed up towards the wall.
"I'm not going to hurt you," she growled, switching to the werewolf language as she crouched down. The pup froze, his own growl cutting short as his eyes widened.
"You know this language?" The pup took a few steps closer, before backing away again. Wanted to greet her, but still wary. The tip of his tail was wagging though. A good sign.
"Of course," she said. "Since I'm like you." He perked up at that, though he stayed where he was, glancing at Frankenstein-nim.
"Frankenstein-nim?" she asked, turning her head towards him. "Could you leave?" The pup hadn't trusted Raizel-nim or Frankenstein-nim's presences, and that seemed to be why he was hesitant now.
"I'll make tea for when you're done."
Ashleen smiled. "Thanks." It shouldn't take too long.
She heard the door click closed behind her and focused on the pup again. Already he wasn't holding himself as stiffly as before, his head a little higher.
"What's your name?" she growled, and he tilted his head.
"My name?" He tilted his head the other way. "I can't...remember?"
She frowned. The pup was old enough to talk, but not remember his name? What had happened to him?
If he couldn't remember his name, he probably wouldn't remember what had happened to his pack. And if he did, it wasn't important right now - she wanted his trust more than knowing that.
"I'm Ashleen," she told him, holding her palm up towards the ceiling.
The pup accepted her invitation and trotted over. As he got closer, she could see a healed over scar that cut down the right side of his snout.
She scratched the top of his head as he leaned into her. "How're you feeling?"
"Tired..." He curled up next to her with a huff.
"I'll bet," she said with a smile. The transformation would be sapping a lot of his energy. "Do you want to sleep?"
"Yeah." His eyes were already closing, and after a minute his breathing was already deep and even.
Ashleen kept petting him as his body shuddered and changed, fur giving way to smooth skin. He had short silver hair and looked somewhere in his teens, old enough to have developed his claws, but not yet a fully grown adult.
"That probably feels a lot better," she murmured, pulling her phone out. He was thin and pale, his bones easily seen under his skin.
[He's transformed back now,] she messaged Frankenstein. [He'll need some clothes though.] She squinted at the kid. [About 14 human years old?] That should give Frankenstein a rough size of what to aim for.
[I'll bring a change of clothes along with tea.]
She smiled at his message, before she slipped the phone back into her pocket and carried the kid to the bed. She wasn't going to leave his side for a while, but he would be more comfortable on the bed.
This went more calmly than I was expecting, haha. M-21 was going to bite her first, hah. It's also a lot longer than expected.
I left it hanging, but I'm not sure if I'll be writing further than this.