Kurushimu National Park

[By Bi Blitz]

Marcel would have to admit that the dogs fur had a much different yet equally pleasant feel to Virgil's, although from the look and growl that he was given for scratching the other dog that was information to keep to himself. Once the Father and Son arrived Marcel would chuckle a bit and nod his head at the other man's comment "Yeah she is big girl, maybe the little guy will be able to handle her one day!" he grinned a bit in amusement before letting his gaze linger on the young boy as a soft smile crossed his face. The boy was a reminder of just how much of Dante's life he'd missed and how so many precious moments would never be experienced. It was a bit sad but at the end of the day it was all in the past and mulling over wasn't going to do him any good. Then as he began to give commands to Virgil he could see that glare, his lover was not happy about this one bit. The fact that Virgil was able to look so unamused even in his wolf form was a bit funny to the Hispanic. However when the boy hugged Virgil Marcel couldn't help but smile at the sight, it was kind of adorable the way Virgil seemed to freeze at a small child hugging him, it was almost pure in a way. However the innocent thoughts went out the window as soon as the boy spoke and a soft snort could be heard from Marcel as one look would see that Marcel slipped on a mask. He was trying his hardest to not break down laughing at Virgil's expense and unlike earlier in the kitchen Marcel was actually trying his hardest to break down into tears once again. It would take several deep breaths and distracting himself with the Father to finally calm himself. Marcel would nod his head at the man in agreement "Heh...Yeah kids just say the dam...darndest things" while Marcel had no issue with cussing in general he did try to watch his mouth around the very young and impressionable children. Now Marcel was not dense but it seemed that he wasn't quite picking up on the man's tone, although this was more than likely attributed to the fact that Marcel was usually never hit on by guys at all and the fact that he had a son meant that it didn't really click in the Hispanic's head at all. Instead he took the man quite literally and shook his head a bit when he felt Virgil pushing against him "Uh..Cute idea but maybe not smart..." Marcel would reach down and began to rub one of Virgil's ears to try and get him to calm down and ease up on the pushing and all that stuff "Virgil... doesn't play well with other Dogs..." he gave the excuse as there was no doubt that it was a bit of a truth he supposed so it wasn't like he was lying "Great to meet you though, maybe we'll cross paths again one day!" with that he threw a hand up and made sure to loop a couple fingers through Virgil's collar so he'd get his point across that they were leaving before turning his head and throwing up a hand in a friendly gesture goodbye, of course he avoided saying anything to Virgil since the other three were only a couple feet away.

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[prince charmIess]

Virgil relaxed a little when his ear was rubbed, but it was the thought he might be coming off as an overbearing a** that had him stop with pressing against him. More like other dogs didn’t play well with him. He wouldn’t mind it, honestly, if they didn’t treat him like they wanted him dead as soon as they got a whiff of him. He glanced up to Marcel with a slight tilt of his head, unable to tell if he was aware of the other man’s intentions or not since his expression was hard to read. Either way, it was cute in that ‘ignorance is bliss’ kind of way. The big wolf scoffed to himself when he heard Marcel suggesting that they might cross paths again. He certainly hoped not! Though seeing the look of disappointment that crossed the other guy’s face at being turned down almost made the whole annoyance of this encounter worthwhile. Just a little bit. One last glare was thrown toward the small family as he allowed himself to be lead away.

Once they were out of sight of the small family, he gently pulled free of his grasp and trotted off to a patch of grass before he dropped his upper body with his rump still in the air. He awkwardly twisted over to one side and proceeded to rub his shoulder against the grass though he soon gave in and completely dropped all of his bulk to the ground. Unceremoniously, he started to roll and rub as if every inch of him had an itch. All because he simply didn’t like the lingering scent of the boy on his fur, the feel of phantom tiny arms still around his neck. To him, children could be just as scary as any other supernatural creature out there and babies were far worse. He’d willingly fight every nightmarish thing out there in the world, but stick him in a room with a tiny human and he’d go hide in a corner. Laying on his back, Virgil blinked up at the sky above for a brief moment before he rolled back over onto his stomach and stood, sneezing a bit as he gave a hard shake of his body to get rid of debris clinging to his fur. His gaze settled on Marcel again as he returned to his side and let out a jokingly defeated sigh as if to say that he supposed pretending to be his pet wasn't entirely awful. It was better than any other alternative.

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Marcel sighed a bit as Virgil seemed to be a bit unhappy after the encounter with the family. It was honestly a bit amusing to say the least, the fact that Virgil had to act like his dog along with having a child hug him? It was probably the cutest sight he'd ever seen and Marcel usually didn't care too much for overbearingly cute things. Eventually he'd feel Virgil pull himself free from his grasp and Marcel would watch with interest at what he was doing at this moment. The starting position made the Hispanic quirk an eyebrow at the sight before then seeing him begin to twist his body. Then when he just plopped himself down onto the ground Marcel soon began to get an idea of what might be happening here but he wasn't too sure. None the less he would simply grin at the sight before him as Virgil rolled and rubbed himself into every inch of grass he could. If this was because of the child then Marcel would certainly find this all the more amusing. The Hispanic would picture Virgil in his minds eye trying to handle and entertain a child and the thought of the large man trying to hold a child's attention for longer than a few minutes was an amusing one to say the least. Finally it seemed like Virgil was finished with rolling in the grass and Marcel couldn't help but grin at the sigh that was given to him "Someone's being a real drama queen right now Virgil, I hope you know that" he grinned a small bit as Marcel reached down to give the wolf a playful little smack on the side before chucking a small bit"Perrito aquí realmente va a necesitar un buen baño después de esto" he spoke once again before grinning down at the wolf "Now you just smell like grass and dirt" he stated a bit obviously as he thought about how this might translate to Virgil in his human form. Would that mean he smelled like this after going back or would it only be like his hair or something? There was only one way to find out and that would be later on. Finally Marcel would look down at Virgil and would nod down the path "C'mon Virgil, we're being lazy right now so lets get a move on" with that Marcel would begin to jog down the path before him. It wasn't a full on sprint but fast enough to where Virgil would be able to keep a good pace, even if it wasn't exactly what his top speeds were.

(Translation: Perrito aquí realmente va a necesitar un buen baño después de esto = Doggy here is really going to need a good bath after this .)

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[prince charmIess]

Virgil let out a loud huff of fake offense, his ears dropping back and down to better give off the illusion of being butthurt by his comment. He certainly was not being a drama queen! Perhaps he had gone just a little bit carried away with all of his rolling, but with his sensitive nose, it wasn’t exactly pleasant to have the smell of a stranger on him. It could screw with his mind at times, make him believe that someone was around when it was really just coming from him. Besides, rolling in the grass was simply fun to do. His head cocked all the way to one side in a show of adorable canine bewilderment as soon as Marcel started to speak in his native tongue, the following grin making him feel the slightest bit uneasy over what he could have just said to him. A wry eye was cast back over his body as he looked to make sure he wasn’t dirty while he hoped the man wouldn’t try to dump water on him or something. Wet fur was about as comfortable as wearing layers of soaking wet winter time clothing was. Grass and dirt was a far better smell than soggy wolf. Something that he would like to try and avoid at all costs since his scent remained the same no matter what form he was in. He’d argue, if he could, that taking care of a small problem was hardly being lazy though he wouldn’t make any show of complaining about it when Marcel took off. He watched him for a moment before he set into motion himself, deciding to simply follow behind him for a little while.

Every now and then, he would slow his pace to a walk while he concentrated on paying attention to their surroundings. Ears twitched and nose to the breeze, he searched for anything that could pose even the littlest of threats to them. Allowing himself to grow complacent earlier was how that dumb dog had managed to get the drop on him and Virgil wasn’t willing to let it happen a second time. Running into a bear would just be disastrous. He couldn’t detect anything more than harmless woodland creatures, however, and would easily catch back up to Marcel after each check to keep stride with him with an easy lope. When the trees started to thin out and give way to a meadow dotted with wildflowers, he had to fight to keep primal instinct from taking over. Moving through open spaces always made him feel vulnerable, especially when he was traveling as a wolf. Rather than hunkering down to sneak or running ahead, he settled on sticking closer to Marcel for that sense of protection. ’I’m gettin’ soft.’ The thought had him hanging his head a bit. He might not be a lone wolf anymore, but he didn’t think he was exactly think he was getting soft only after two days from sleeping indoors and letting some kid hug him.

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Oh no, Virgil did that the head tilt that dogs did when they were confused. The very sight almost gave Marcel a cavity right there! He couldn't help but shake his head a bit as he had begun his jog, he could not get that image out of his head no matter what. This whole little experience with Virgil was actually a reminder of why he loved dogs so much, granted after seeing first hand how other dogs acted towards him there was no way he'd be getting one anytime soon. While he might have loved dogs he loved Virgil more and having him deal with getting growled at every second would not be worth it. Besides if he really wanted canine companionship he had Virgil, the man could be both after all so it worked out. The thought of requesting Virgil to transform just so he could cuddle with a dog certainly was a bit amusing to say the least but there was no way he'd ever actually do it, seeing the process in person and the sounds made the entire thing seem painful and that was not something he wanted to other to go through. Marcel would adjust his pace to fast or slower depending on how hard he was pushing himself, when he felt his lungs burning he'd slow it down to almost a crawl but once he recovered Marcel would take off again at a much faster speed. It seemed like Virgil was doing the same thing as certain points when he slowed down then they'd be side by side but then once he sped up Virgil would lag behind. It was a bit odd since he knew that the other could be much faster but if that was the pace he wanted then he wouldn't complain at all. Eventually Marcel would blink as they eventually made it to a meadow of wildflowers and the Hispanic was genuinely surprised by the sight "Now that's not something you see everyday" he commented before looking down and smirking at Virgil he had joined him by his side. Marcel would reach down to rub the others ears as he walked forward into the open area with a small smirk on his face. It seemed like butterflies were fluttering around once you went a bit deeper into the meadow and Marcel couldn't help but shake his head a bit in amusement. Now this was a place that he would have happily taken a girlfriend to or something like this, his Ex loved flowers and a place like this would have been heaven for her. He would glance down at Virgil as he stopped moving and would begin to scratch top of the wolf's head with a small grin on his face "This place is pretty nice" he'd comment as the subtle smell of natural flowers filled the air. Eventually a bit further and he'd find a spot with some more grass than flowers and Marcel would decide to lay down "I think we earned a good break, don't you think Virgil?" he'd state with a chuckle as he rested his arms behind his head as the Hispanic began to relax while looking up at the sky.

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[prince charmIess]

Virgil blinked at him when he mentioned that the field of flowers wasn’t a common sight. Maybe it wasn’t for someone who didn’t normally adventure out into the wilderness, but for him it was. So much so he hadn’t even really noticed the quaint beauty the meadow held until his companion had said something about it. His tail, which was held at an angle just above his spine, slowly wagged back and forth a few times as his ears were touched. He continued to walk beside him as he lead them deeper into the meadow, wondering what Marcel seemed to be so amused about. Hopefully, he didn’t think he had chosen the path just for the sights it had to offer. The flowers were pretty, sure, but he could think of a few better secrets the park held than this. Although, now that he thought about it, he might just be the only one that thought the forgotten and hidden locations were beautiful since most people thought abandoned places were creepy rather than beautiful. With his eyes closing at the scratching, a happy chuff was given in reply to his comment about the place being nice. He’d open them again, though, glancing around while the Hispanic decided to take a moment to relax. A wolven grin spread across his maw as he looked down to him. ’Now who’s th’ one bein’ lazy?’ He gently pressed his nose against his cheek before he moved away from him, sniffing all around while he walked a wide circle around his lover. His movements froze as a particular scent reached him, ears going stiff as he focused his attention toward a part of the distant forest they had just jogged through.

It would be a full minute before whatever it was he detected finally revealed itself, a small family group of deer cautiously making their way out into the open. A quick glance was thrown toward Marcel before he focused back on the group. The big wolf hunkered down until his back was barely hidden by the top of the tall grass just before he went slinking forward like a stalking tiger, making sure to stay downwind of the deer so they wouldn’t notice him. Virgil broke out into a run once he was within a few yards of the herd, instantly causing them panic and take off running themselves. They tried to make it back to the woods, but he managed to cut off their path. It carried on like that for nearly another minute or so, the big bully chasing after them for a bit before he’d race ahead to change their direction as if he were a sheepdog driving livestock instead of a wolf. He might have kept going if the buck hadn’t gotten tired of his s**t and decided to fight rather than flee, earning a yip from the male when it charged at him. Virgil bounded away several feet and turned to look, watching as the herd made their way out of the area. He went trotting back to Marcel with his tongue hanging out of a side of his mouth and flower petals clinging to his dark coat like multihued stars. Mirth could clearly be seen within his gaze as he dropped to the ground, taking a deep breath and letting it out with a satisfied sigh to calm his panting.

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Marcel would watch Virgil out of the corner of his eye grinning a bit when he pressed his nose against his cheek. It was a bit odd to feel a cold wet nose press against his cheek before then watching the Werewolf circle around him which caused the Hispanic to chuckle a bit. He was about to comment on how he didn't need a bodyguard when he saw Virgil go rigid and for a moment he thought that there was some issue. But he'd sit up just a bit to see a herd of deer coming into the clearing and Marcel was a bit amused by it. Was Virgil actually...oh wait...nope..he just wanted to hunt it seemed. He watched with keen interest as he watched Virgil begin to stalk his prey. Was he actually looking to kill? Because if he was then he better be ready to eat his weight in deer meat because there was no way in hell he'd put a dead deer in his car, it was not equipped for that! However as he watched the other he saw that Virgil was only really seeming to chase them with no real effort to catch and kill one thankfully. It was a bit funny to see this big wolf playing with the deer, scaring them and chasing them all over. That was at least until it seemed one of the Bucks grew tired of this game and charged at Virgil. For a moment he felt worried but thankfully Virgil was quick enough to dodge the attack and gave the herd enough time to escape. He'd then grin at Virgil as the werewolf now looked like he had his own garden growing on him "Well aren't you the toughest wolf in the woods!" he teased a bit before scooting closer to Virgil and pulling the wolf closer and began to shower him with affection as he began to scratch his head and ears and moving down to his body "I almost want to baby talk you like a dog but I doubt you'd let me hear the end of it!" he chuckled a bit before looking down and quirking an eyebrow and grinning a bit "Aww C'mere!" he commented before reaching down and began to rub the wolf's belly with both hands interchanging between rubs and scratches. It seemed like Virgil liked this stuff which was good because Marcel was enjoying himself as well doing this as his inner dog lover was beginning to come out from it's grave.

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All those intimidating teeth would be put on display as his maw japed open with a yawn, his tongue curling toward the roof of his mouth. Snapping his jaws shut after, he blinked at Marcel before grinning. Damn straight he was the toughest wolf!’Well, I did promise t’keep ya safe.’ Yeah, that was how Virgil was going to rationalize it. He’d been protecting him from the vicious, bloodthirsty deer and not chasing them around like an overexcited puppy. A groan escaped from him the moment those hands started to work over his body, causing him to wiggle even closer to the Hispanic. Like hell was he ever going to complain about receiving affection even if did ruin his image of being the badass of the forest. Unable to actually laugh, he only snorted in amusement at the thought of such a hardened man baby talking to anything. Something he wouldn’t believe he was capable of doing until he heard it and, if he ever did, Marcel was right…He would never let him live it down! ’Oh, whoa. Wait.’ When his fingers first started touching his belly, Virgil didn’t know what to think or even do at first. Instinct warned that he should protect his vulnerable underside although he had to admit that it kind of felt nice.

It couldn’t be all that bad since he didn’t get up and run away from him, the brute continuing to lay there rather stiffly until Marcel’s fingers scratched over a spot just beneath his ribcage. His hind legs stretched out and toes spread as he screwed his eyes shut, unsure if he hated or loved the weird tingling sensation spreading along his body. Nope. Damn it, he couldn’t fight it. Whining, he rolled over onto his back to fully expose his stomach with his forepaws tucked against his chest as one hind leg started to kick uselessly at the air the more Marcel scratched and rubbed, and it wouldn’t take long for the second one to start moving as well. ’What in th’ ‘ell are ya doin’ to me?!’This had to be some kind of foul witchcraft to make him lose control of his body this way. Try as he might, he couldn’t make his damn legs stop. Virgil tried to squirm away but only succeeded in squirming onto the human’s lap. He opened his eyes when he felt the top of his head butting into his stomach. Being so big had its advantages, clearly, though this time he would use it in a less violent way. He carefully squirmed and wiggled as he used the Hispanic as a prop to push himself up into an awkward leaning position. Just so he could nuzzle the uninjured side of his neck while whimpering like an attention-starved dog. Virgil wasn’t even aware he was making such a noise or how his tail was thumping against the ground. He should just go toss his dignity in the trash.

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Marcel would grin down at his lover as the werewolf soon became practically putty in his hands as he worked over the wolf. His grin would soon change into an amused smile as he began to work himself closer to Marcel and his hands. It was so funny because half the time Marcel would see Virgil as this unstoppable force that could take down anything in his way when he was in his wolf form but then vulnerable moments like showed him that Virgil certainly had his surprises. The fact that he was effected by this type of attention was certainly something he never thought he'd see in his lifetime ever. He did take notice of when Virgil stiffened under his touch but just as he was about to cease his scratching Marcel saw some movement in his hind legs. It must have been a trick of the eyes. But then he started scratching that spot more and he watched in genuine awe as soon both hind legs began to kick in the air, he found Virgil's sweet spot! "You are ******** adorable" he couldn't help but mutter as he began to relentlessly scratch that spot and rub around it with his other hand. This was an almost surreal experience in a way, to be the one doing this was something amazing in his opinion. Soon enough Virgil was slowly wiggling further and further into his lap as it seemed to be a magical experience if the look on the wolfs face told him anything. Marcel would only chuckle a bit more as he continued rubbing that spot with a smirk on his face but the whimpering, the whimpering was not what he expected at all and that paired with how his tail was wagging was something he'd never get out of his mind. By the time Virgil began to prop himself up Marcel couldn't help but chuckle as the wolf began to nuzzle against his neck "I love you too Virgil" he wasn't sure if that's what the wolf was thinking but it certainly seemed that way to him, This would be a memory that Marcel would keep in his close to his heart as this felt like a special moment for them at this time. He'd nuzzle the wolf back a bit with a small chuckle at how affectionate Virgil could be in his wolf form. Not to say the man wasn't affectionate enough, it was just seemed easier to get such reactions out of him, no doubt it was the canine in him. They were man's best friend after all.

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Perhaps if he was used to having his stomach touched in any way he would have been able to contain himself, but this was a first time and he didn’t know how to deal. If Marcel ever doubted that the werewolf didn’t trust him, this could serve as proof that he'd given him every ounce of trust he had to give. There were plenty of other ways he had always believed he would rather do to make himself vulnerable than ever expose his tender underside. Yet, here he was and was enjoying the attention even if being in such a position was a little bit scary. He couldn’t pretend to be offended at the compliment that went against his intimidating stature this time around. The Hispanic could call him whatever he wanted to at that moment, and he would continue to stay there like a big kicking lump of fur as long he kept assaulting that sweet spot. His heart swelled even more when he heard his confession, amazed that he had managed to understand what he was trying to convey despite the obvious language barrier.

While Virgil was quite aware of how lucky he’d gotten to have found someone like him, it really hit him just then of how truly fortunate he actually was. So much so, the realization had him gasping ever so faintly as he’d just gotten hit in the face with a brick. Not only did the former soldier accept him for the supernatural beast he was, he also seemed to enjoy spending time with him in this form. He would’ve been fine with the former thing since acceptance was more than he could ever ask for, but knowing that he would still be loved on in either body made him giddy. Suddenly, love didn’t seem enough to quite describe the whole of what he felt for him, but he supposed it would have to do. He lightly licked the juncture where the corner of his jaw met his neck since he couldn’t properly kiss him as a wolf. His legs soon slowed their kicking to a stop as the rest of his body seemed to turn to jello. No doubt he would have fallen over if it wasn’t for him using Marcel for support. Virgil let out a low rumbling murr as he turned his head to tuck his snout underneath the man’s chin in another show of affection while he gently pushed at one of his hands with a forepaw.

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Marcel continued to hold Virgil in a comforting embrace as his hands soon grew a bit tired of the rubbing his scratching that he was going. Instead of the frantic scratches moments ago he slowed down to a slow and gentle scratch, it seemed that Virgil was also beginning to slow down as well. Marcel would at this point simply smile fondly down at the werewolf in his arms and how different everything feels from not so long ago. The fact that he was holding a werewolf in his arms would have boggled his mind a few days ago but for that werewolf to be a man he was completely smitten with was even more wild in his opinion. Was there even a word that could describe how he felt for Virgil? Love was the obvious one but there had to be another that could do it better than something so generic but sadly no word came to his mind. So instead he felt Virgil become completely slack in his arms and the Hispanic would chuckle a bit when he felt the other lick him and in return Marcel would place a small kiss of his own on top of Virgil's head as a return of affection since he knew that licks were the closest things to kisses the other could give him. He'd then wrap his hand around the others paw and held it as he would if it were his hand and held that position for a little bit "You..mean so much to me Virgil...Werewolf...man..it doesn't matter...you...damn this is cheesy...but you honestly make me happy..." it was the best way he could word it at this moment. Simply saying "I love you" didn't quite seem enough in his opinion, he wanted Virgil to know the extent of the influence he's had on him. It was a bit of a shame that Virgil couldn't speak but he was content with just holding Virgil in his wolf form and snuggling with him. Of course soon enough the large wolf would become too heavy for him to hold like this for much longer so instead he would gently lower him down and would lay down with Virgil and would cuddle with him from there. If at any point Virgil wanted to wiggle free he could but for now Marcel would just enjoy the comfort that surrounded them at this moment.

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A rather cute rump wiggle was given when Virgil felt his paw being grabbed. All that petting had turned him into quite the sappy pup and it was stupid how happy the simple gesture made him. At this time, he was thankful for the limited facial movement he had in his body or else he’d no doubt be grinning like a fool. The male pulled back his head so he could look him in the eye as he spoke and let out a soft whine. He didn’t think it was cheesy at all. It was a sweet thing to hear. Perhaps it was the canine in him that made him feel so freakishly loyal to him, but he didn’t see a reason so to why he shouldn’t be. If there was one person on the face of the earth that deserved such devotion, he was certain that it was Marcel. Sure, he did have a kill count though the werewolf simply believed that to be an ugly fact of war. It was either kill or be killed, and killing was unavoidable if one wanted to survive. A fact of war and life, or at least the latter had been truer back in the day. Virgil was so far gone down the rabbit hole at this point, little mattered to him anymore aside from the man beside him.

He stretched once he was laid down before he adjusted somewhat, resting one forepaw against the other’s side as he snuggled up to him. He debated about shifting but decided against it in the end. Virgil wasn’t exactly a modest beast and had been naked out in the wilderness before, but he figured there was no sense in taking a risk when he really didn’t need to. He could always talk to Marcel and properly love on him later when they were done with their time out in nature. His pale gaze focused up at the clear blue sky overhead until his lids slipped closed. The lycan wasn’t sure exactly how long they laid there together, but the heat from the sun and the comfort of being in the Hispanic’s arms were beginning to lull him to sleep. Carefully, he squirmed out of his embrace and stood. Moving really wasn’t something he wanted to do, but he also didn’t want to fall asleep for a multitude of reasons. That soft woofing sound was made as he looked down to Marcel before turning his head in the direction they had come from to silently ask if he wanted to head back. It wouldn’t bother him if Marcel wanted to rest more or do whatever else would please him. Well, as long as whatever it was kept him awake.

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Marcel was grinning like an idiot as he saw all the reactions he was getting out of Virgil. It seemed like the longer he was in this form the more canine he seemed to be with his reactions. From the tail thumping to the fact that he was now wiggling around, it was all something that he would not forget (Nor let him live down if he got too mouthy with him). When they finally laid down and he began cuddling with the Werewolf he watched as the others eyes fluttered closed and he couldn't help but grin at the sight before letting his own close a bit, there was no harm in it. Some time passed although for how long he wasn't sure but all he knew was the fact that he had apparently taken a little nap but more importantly Marcel had no dreams at all and that was all he needed to know. Soon enough he'd feel the warm body next to his move and and a soft woof made Marcel crack an eye open and smirked a bit at Virgil as he forced his relaxed body up to stretch as a few joints popped. No doubt they needed to get going soon but Marcel simply let out a yawn and nodded his head "I'm getting up" he stated as the former Soldier stood and dusted the flower petals that clung to him off before grinning a bit "Napping in a field of flowers with your loved one? This is something out of a bad fairy tale!" Marcel joked a bit as he slowly began his trek back down the path that they walked down. It seemed like it was mostly empty unsurprisingly enough considering how deep they were in the forest. Still he could simply glance at Virgil and let his hand rest on the larger wolf's head as they walked together "Glad you gave me the offer to come out here with you, we didn't do much running but I think that this was just as good" he stated in a matter-o-fact tone before chuckling a little bit "So Virgil the whole werewolf thing, so movies aren't all that accurate? What with the whole bipedal humanoid wolf man thing?" he didn't really need a vocal answer just a shake or nod of the head was all that was needed. Marcel only asked because now that there wasn't any distractions or anyone around he felt like it would be a fine time to ask the other. Since his only experience with something like this was movies and the fantasy genre it was something that stood out to him a bit as he looked a Virgil more. Obviously Marcel was just asking out of sheer curiosity since the fantastical was something that the Hispanic had no experience with at all.

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The tip of that pink tongue was stuck out at Marcel for his joke. Clearly, he did not know his fairy tales! Only the best ones had napping in a meadow of wildflowers with a loved one. Virgil shook himself to get rid of the remaining petals stuck to him before he trotted after him to catch up with him. His tail was swayed lazily a few times by way of reply. It might not have turned out to be the exerting run he had planned on, but they had still gotten a decent amount of exercise done. And, more importantly, he had gotten to spend outside away from any sign of civilization with the only person he loved so the werewolf wasn’t going to complain. He made sure to pay attention to their surroundings as they walked together, not letting the hand resting on his head distract him too much from listening and sniffing for any danger. He couldn’t detect anything aside from wildlife that had passed through the area not too long ago, but he didn’t need another reminder as to why it was bad to let his guard drop.

A look of slight annoyance was thrown Marcel’s way for the question since he knew the man knew that he couldn’t talk. It wouldn’t be that big of a deal if the answer was could be given with a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’. His ears flattened back a bit as he thought over it before he gave a small shake of his head, meaning that the movies weren’t all that accurate. It was the best answer he could give for now. He had met a grand total of two werewolves that could take a hybrid form between wolf and human, and they hadn’t look creatures from horror movies. More like living fursuits the furry community was so keen on wearing with a few obvious differences. He couldn’t say if it was an ability thing or a preference thing for them since he didn’t stick around his own kind for long and hadn’t thought to ask questions at the time. Virgil hadn’t given their forms much thought either outside of meeting them, but now that the subject had been brought up, he found himself pondering over it. Would it be possible to take such a form himself? He guessed there would be no harm in giving it a try sometime. When Marcel wasn’t around, of course. The last thing he wanted to do was cause him to freak out or worry if something went wrong. Once the bridge came into view, moved away from him as he picked up his pace into a trot. As he got closer to the bridge, he started to run and cut off the path into the forest. With little effort on his part, he jumped over the six-foot expanse of the creek to land gracefully on the other side of it just so show off that wolven agility of his. After the little display, he went prancing back to the human with his muzzle slight parted in a toothy grin.

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[By Bi Blitz]

Marcel watched as Virgil seemed to ponder the question and for how long it took him to answer it the he could only assume it wasn't that simple. But thankfully he at least got some kind of answer as he shook his head no. It was a curious thought now for the Hispanic. If the movies weren't accurate what was it based off of? Or was there stuff Virgil just couldn't answer properly because of this forms inability to speak at all? Marcel would assume the latter simply off the fact that he felt like there was so much more to the entire thing than just what he knew so far. Honestly now that Marcel knew about the fantastical creatures being actuality he couldn't help but be a bit curious on the subject. His whole life he traveled around the world seeing different countries and their cultures yet never experienced anything odd or out of the ordinary. Or maybe he did interact with these type of people and just didn't know it, heck he was completely clueless about Virgil so maybe he met another werewolf in his lifetime, maybe even a vampire? The thought boggled his mind to no end but decided not to linger on it since he didn't know much to make any conclusions on people he's met. Eventually he'd see Virgil trot off into the forest and he'd blink a bit in confusion since he knew that this was not even close to where he left his clothes "Virgil? What on earth are you doing?" he asked but soon enough he could see the wolf manage an impressive feat of clearing the six feet without any issue. Marcel couldn't help up grin down at the Werewolf who pranced right back to him with a grin on his muzzle "Oh look at the big show off! Or are you just trying to impress me?" he teased a bit before kneeling down and gave his ears a quick rub before standing back up and walked down past the bridge "Clear the bridge when you're human next time and that'll impress me even more!" the former Soldier challenged the other with a wide grin on his face. There was no way in hell Marcel could actually pull that off, he had endurance and speed but long jumps were not something he was all that good at but that wouldn't stop him from teasing the Werewolf a fair bit just for his own amusement. Finally after a bit more walking they arrived in the general area where Virgil left his clothes...at least he thought. He'd glance down at Virgil and smirked a bit "Go on big guy, let's see that handsome mug of yours again!" Marcel stated as he leaned against a random tree as he would wait for Virgil to finish his thing. He still kind of wondered why Virgil didn't like transforming in front of him..a question for the car ride maybe? The answer was probably simple but still he couldn't help but be curious.

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