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"As Cosmic is walking through the woods behind their home at night, they hear the snapping of twigs, followed by heavy footfalls and rattling chains, Cosmic turns around and sees a massive werewolf, the werewolf turns to face Cosmic, growling defensively" w-who are you?! "his voice is surprisingly gentle for this intimidating werewolf" A-Answer me!
Cosmic
"Erm, my name is Orin. What's yours?" Orin replies, his dog ears pricked up because he was surprised.
Brock
"My name is Brock," "he says, as his ears perk up", "I'm sorry for growling at you. It's just that I've been through a lot of situations where people try to hurt me for being who I am." "He looks down at his shackles and chain," "I won't hurt you though... I promise."
Cosmic
Orin blinks. "How long have you been chained up, friend? And why?" he asks surveying the binding on his large new acquaintance.
Brock
"I've been chained up for a long time, Orin." "Brock replies as he looks down at his shackles with a sad expression." "I was forced to fight against other creatures in an underground ring. And when I lost...my..."his voice trails off and he looks away, his body beginning to tremble" my punishment was eating those who I fought against. It was a sick and twisted game that they made me play."
Cosmic
Orin frowns. "We'd better get you out, then. Here, let me use my lockpicking set to unburden you." He says, rummaging in his bag to pull out tools.
Brock
"Brock watches with amazement as Orin pulls out his lockpicking set, and he nods as he hands over his shackled hands to Orin," "Thank you, Orin. I don't know how to thank you enough."
Cosmic
Orin half-smiles absently as he unlocks Brock's wrists. "S'fine. Not right to leave you here, chained and hurt. 'Specially not when I have the means to get you out." he says.
Brock
"Brock nods gratefully as Orin unlocks his wrists and then his ankles." "Thank you again, Orin. You're a very kind soul. I don't know how to repay you for your kindness." "He stretches his hands and legs once the shackles are off him, but he still feels a weight around his neck." "This collar is made of solid iron. I've tried many times to break it off, but it won't budge. Do you think you can help me with it too?"
Cosmic
"Dunno. Can you lean down so I can get a proper look at it?" he replies, gesturing for Brock to lean down so his head is over Orin's shoulder so he can feel it out for a keyhole.
Brock
"Brock nods and leans down carefully so that Orin can check the collar." "Please be careful, it's very tight around my neck." "He warns as he feels Orin's hand feeling around for a keyhole."
Cosmic
Orin nods slightly, and his touch is gently searching. When he finds a keyhole, he picks the lock open and carefully and gently takes it off of Brock's neck.
Brock
"Brock lets out a relieved sigh as he feels the weight of the collar being lifted off of his neck and then he rubs his neck tenderly." "Thank you, Orin. It feels so good to finally lose this heavy collar around my neck."
Cosmic
Orin nods. "D'you want me to gently scratch your neck? I know I liked that when I was a dog, but I'm not sure if it translates to werewolves." he offers and muses.
Brock
"Brock smiles warmly at Orin's offer." "Thank you, Orin. That sounds amazing." "He leans down a bit, tilting his head to one side to expose his neck more comfortably for Orin to scratch." "I think it definitely translates to werewolves too."
Cosmic
Orin gently-but-firmly scritches Brock's neck, careful to avoid any wounds or sore spots. With his other hand, he gives Brock chin scritches. "Good boy." Orin murmurs lightheartedly.
Brock
"Brock lets out a low growl of pleasure as he feels Orin's gentle-but-firm scritches on his neck and chin. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes and letting out a content sigh." "Thank you, Orin. You're really good at this." "He compliments him with a smile."
Cosmic
Orin smiles. "Prolly helps to be a dog. Now, do you need a place to stay? 'Cause you'll prolly fit in my house. Plus I can help you get cleaned up and treat your wounds. If you want, anyway." he offers, still giving Brock neck and chin scritches.
Brock
"Brock opens his eyes and nods his head in appreciation." "I would really appreciate that, Orin. I've been staying outside ever since I managed to escape the fighting ring, so any kind of shelter would be amazing." "He answers sincerely, still enjoying the gentle scritches on his neck and chin." "And thank you for offering to treat my wounds too. I'll make sure to repay your kindness."
Cosmic
Orin shakes his head lightly. "You don't have to. You're my friend now, and friends help each other when they're in need and have the means. Don't worry too much about repaying me; focus on yourself for a little while, okay? You got out of an intensely traumatic situation not that long ago. It's okay to give yourself time." he says, "now c'mon, my house is this way, Brock."
Brock
"Brock's ears perk up hearing Orin's kind words, and he can't help but feel his heart swell with gratitude." "You're right, Orin. I'll try not to worry too much about repaying you and instead focus on taking care of myself. Thank you for being a true friend." "He says, following Orin towards his house, feeling hopeful for the first time in years." "I'm really glad I met you, Orin." "He adds with a smile."
Cosmic
Orin smiles. "Thanks. I'm glad I found you." he says. When the two arrive at Orin's house, he looks at Brock's height, and then at his front door's size. The two seem incompatible. "Are you able to become a little smaller, or are you mostly going to hang out in my garage?" he asks, mostly musing. He's completely forgotten the 'were' in werewolf, and doesn't realize Brock probably can actually take on a more human form.
Brock
"Brock looks at the small entrance of Orin's house and proceeds to chuckle." "I'm sorry, Orin. I don't have the ability to change my size, at least not on command." "He replies, feeling a little self-conscious about his massive form." "I think your garage would be a better fit for me, but I promise I'll keep it very tidy." "He adds with a grin, hoping he can make up for his oversized appearance with a good sense of humor."
Cosmic
Orin smiles a little embarrassedly. "So d'you want me to hose you off before you go into my garage, or do you feel okay doing it yourself? I can also hang out in the vicinity if you would feel better with company."
Brock
"Brock smiles at Orin's offer." "Thanks for being so considerate, Orin. I can clean myself, but I wouldn't mind your company if you don't mind hanging out with me while I do it." "He replies, feeling grateful for having such a kind friend." "I don't want to be a burden, though. So, if you have other things that you need to do in the meantime, I completely understand." "He adds with a gentle smile, trying to give Orin some space if he needs it."
Cosmic
Orin waves off his concerns. "I don't mind. Here's the hose, the nozzle has a few different settings. I'll be in and out of the house gathering towels to dry you off after you're done, and grabbing my med kit from the kitchen to dress your wounds." he says, handing Brock the nozzle of the hose, and going to the spigot to turn it on. He then gives Brock a thumbs-up, and goes into the house to retrieve the things he said he would.
Brock
"Brock nods at Orin's instructions and thanks him before taking the nozzle to start cleaning himself. The cold water hits his fur and he can't help but shiver, but he knows it's necessary to get clean. He tries out the different nozzle settings to get rid of any excess dirt and grime before setting the nozzle down and shaking his fur."
<As he finishes washing up outside, Brock's mind circles around the recent events in his life, and he can't help but feel grateful for orin's kindness, yet he also feels a sense of guilt for having to rely on someone else. He resolves to try his best to make it up to Orin by being as kind and helpful as he possibly can.>
"Brock notices Orin approaching with towels and his med kit, and he feels a wave of gratitude towards his friend." "Thanks!"
Cosmic
Orin smiles. "No worries. Do you want help drying off, or nah?"
Brock
"Brock shakes his fur again, getting rid of most of the water before replying." "I think I got most of it, but I wouldn't mind if you could help me with some hard-to-reach areas." "He says, feeling grateful for Orin's offer to help him." "I can't thank you enough for all of your help, Orin. You really didn't have to go out of your way like this." "He adds, feeling a sense of guilt for having to rely on his friend."
Cosmic
Orin waves him off again. "Really, I insist; it's fine, Brock. I don't mind at all." He then starts gently drying off Brock's hard to reach areas with a towel.
Brock
"Brock sighs in relief, feeling Orin's gentle touch on his fur as he helps dry him off. The feeling of being cared for really puts him at ease." "Thank you, Orin. You really are too kind." "He says, feeling grateful for his friend's help and attentiveness towards his needs." "Is there anything else I can do to repay your kindness?"
Cosmic
Orin glances away. "Just... don't leave me alone..." he mumbles. He pretends to cough to pretend he didn't say anything, realizing the selfishness of his request. He continues to help Brock clean up.
Brock
"Brock looks at Orin curiously, noticing his awkward cough, but also sensing the vulnerability in his request. Brock nods understandingly." "I won't leave you alone, Orin." *He says, feeling his heart go out to his friend. He finishes drying himself off and stands up. "Thank you so much for your help. I really appreciate it." "He adds before giving Orin a gentle nuzzle." "If you ever need anything, anything at all, please let me know, okay?"
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