Visitation

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 01/04/19: “coal, large, thin”]

On AO3.

He sensed them more than saw them, shadows black as clouds of coal dust against night’s blackness.

Without even a candle he stepped outdoors. Three pairs of luminous golden eyes, one blue pair, another like glowing rubies, turned toward him.

His question, “Who have we here?” a thin whine answered, abruptly curtailed by a loud snarl.

The red eyes lowered as if the head that housed them bowed to him.

After that the shadows drifted till indistinguishable from the darkness.

In the morning large paw prints along his herb beds told him a wolf pack had visited.

Would they return?

Sure, Jan

[Sterekdrabbles challenge for 01/04/19: “coal, large, thin”]

On AO3.

The emissary’s visit had been negotiated, the only reason Stiles tolerated her presence in the grove.

“Your Nemeton,” she gushed. “It’s so… powerful.”

Yeah, whatever, Stiles thought. She called herself Julia, or Jennifer. Stiles was only certain she’d cast a glamour, a shitty thin one. He kept calling her Janet, sure he’d confuse her into exposing her trickery.

Meanwhile his glamour on Derek disguised him as just a large coal-black dog, observing everything.

Overhead crows cawed like laughter. Bombardier squirrels rained down pinecones and acorns.

“I think your pet’s disturbing the wildlife,” JJ claimed.

“Oh, of that I’m sure, Jan.”