[They made it out- in a manner of speaking. Rome died and Tucker certainly ran into some issues, but at the end of everything, they're alive and Rome hasn't forgotten about their conversation, so he sends Tucker a short message- Shifting tonight. I'll be near [x,y] if you'd like to meet.- and is on his way.
He's forced to shift during the full moon, and there's a certain relief that comes with shifting when the moon is finally visible and he can feel the light on his skin. Rome closes his eyes and lets it happen, falling into his other form like slipping into a warm bath. His muscles always feel looser and less tense like this, and everything seems... calmer, somehow. Like none of this ever happened.
Of course, that isn't the case and it shows- Rome is still missing an eye in this shape, still marred with several cuts and bruises and enough missing toes that it forces a bit of a limp from him, but the pain isn't quite as severe and it's easier to push away in favor of other things.
Rome has already found an empty shop near the outskirts of the city to stash a few belongings in on nights when he shifts and so he keeps close to there, patrols the area and tries to discover what he can about this new place. If James decides to meet him, that's fine- and if not, then there's plenty else for him to do here.]
[Tucker doesn't debate very long on whether or not he'll go. He and Rome are maybe a little rocky still, but they're certainly on better terms than before. They understand each other a little, or they've tried to. Potentially complicating matters is the fact that Rome apparently died- trying to protect Kyna. Some gratitude is owed there, maybe, but Tucker doubts it'll matter tonight.
He needs to clear his head. He's spent too much time dealing with other peoples' problems, which he normally avoids doing like the plague. It's time to run.
He doesn't bother bringing anything with him, not even the medal he almost never takes off. He remembers Rome's leery sideways glances in the dream, the knowledge that silver could hurt him. This is Tucker's peace offering, his little inch of trust. He tucks it out of sight in his apartment before he shifts, stretching into his other skin.
It doesn't take him long to find Rome, and wouldn't even without the coordinates. The wolf scent stands out among all the other, alien smells. He catches up to him not far from the empty shop.
Unlike Rome, Tucker managed to make it out of the Null attack largely unscathed. His black coat is unmarred, and thankfully still in its summer thickness. He approaches at what he hopes is a casual pace, ears up, tail swinging behind him. He's never been part of a pack before, and the dynamics are a foreign language to him, but he knows enough not to look too aggressive.]
[Similarly, Rome has never really been near another wolf like this unsupervised. For the most part, they were kept separate during mandatory shifts for fear that they would be able to bond closer in this form, in ways that their handlers wouldn't be able to control. Having unfettered interaction with Tucker is going to be... odd, but not anything he can't adapt to.
He can sense the other wolf at a distance at first and turns his attentions toward him, keeping an acceptable amount of space between the two of them. Tucker is luckily somewhat familiar by now, even if his instincts don't recognize the other man as pack. He's an outsider, but it seems- not a distinctly threatening one.
Rome circles a little warily, aware of his weakened state in the back of his mind- though if push came to shove, he knows his training will likely even out his physical handicaps. That's worst-case scenario though, and not something that seems to be happening here.
He remembers what Tucker said, that it's the same person, just a different skin, and forces his own immediate emotional reaction and instincts back. It takes him another moment or so to feel a bit more at ease, but when he does, he slowly lowers his front legs and head to the ground so as to seem nonthreatening for a first introduction. It's an invitation to come closer as much as anything else and Rome whuffs, pushing forward a little, tail twitching- more friendly than anything else.]
[Tucker tries not to seem nervous or anything while Rome circles around him. He's not sure how far that whole thing with the emotions and instincts being closer to the surface goes. What if Rome really is more aggressive and dangerous in his other form? At least he looks like something safe and familiar, not the bipedal beasts from back home.
When Rome hunkers down with his tail moving, Tucker takes that as a sign that they're cool, and it's fine to move forward. He does the same lowering gesture before popping up and trotting over, sniffing briefly at Rome's muzzle. It's a greeting he's seen dogs do, and as creatures raised among humans, they might as well be similar.
Being this close gives him a chance to notice Rome's missing eye, the severed toes, the marks through his coat. Poor dude really has been through the wringer, hasn't he? Maybe Tucker can take his mind off of it for a while, and take care of his own restless energy. He's got an idea.
After a couple moments of sniff-greeting, Tucker moves a few steps away, then turns back to look at Rome over his shoulder. Follow me.]
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He's forced to shift during the full moon, and there's a certain relief that comes with shifting when the moon is finally visible and he can feel the light on his skin. Rome closes his eyes and lets it happen, falling into his other form like slipping into a warm bath. His muscles always feel looser and less tense like this, and everything seems... calmer, somehow. Like none of this ever happened.
Of course, that isn't the case and it shows- Rome is still missing an eye in this shape, still marred with several cuts and bruises and enough missing toes that it forces a bit of a limp from him, but the pain isn't quite as severe and it's easier to push away in favor of other things.
Rome has already found an empty shop near the outskirts of the city to stash a few belongings in on nights when he shifts and so he keeps close to there, patrols the area and tries to discover what he can about this new place. If James decides to meet him, that's fine- and if not, then there's plenty else for him to do here.]
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He needs to clear his head. He's spent too much time dealing with other peoples' problems, which he normally avoids doing like the plague. It's time to run.
He doesn't bother bringing anything with him, not even the medal he almost never takes off. He remembers Rome's leery sideways glances in the dream, the knowledge that silver could hurt him. This is Tucker's peace offering, his little inch of trust. He tucks it out of sight in his apartment before he shifts, stretching into his other skin.
It doesn't take him long to find Rome, and wouldn't even without the coordinates. The wolf scent stands out among all the other, alien smells. He catches up to him not far from the empty shop.
Unlike Rome, Tucker managed to make it out of the Null attack largely unscathed. His black coat is unmarred, and thankfully still in its summer thickness. He approaches at what he hopes is a casual pace, ears up, tail swinging behind him. He's never been part of a pack before, and the dynamics are a foreign language to him, but he knows enough not to look too aggressive.]
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He can sense the other wolf at a distance at first and turns his attentions toward him, keeping an acceptable amount of space between the two of them. Tucker is luckily somewhat familiar by now, even if his instincts don't recognize the other man as pack. He's an outsider, but it seems- not a distinctly threatening one.
Rome circles a little warily, aware of his weakened state in the back of his mind- though if push came to shove, he knows his training will likely even out his physical handicaps. That's worst-case scenario though, and not something that seems to be happening here.
He remembers what Tucker said, that it's the same person, just a different skin, and forces his own immediate emotional reaction and instincts back. It takes him another moment or so to feel a bit more at ease, but when he does, he slowly lowers his front legs and head to the ground so as to seem nonthreatening for a first introduction. It's an invitation to come closer as much as anything else and Rome whuffs, pushing forward a little, tail twitching- more friendly than anything else.]
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When Rome hunkers down with his tail moving, Tucker takes that as a sign that they're cool, and it's fine to move forward. He does the same lowering gesture before popping up and trotting over, sniffing briefly at Rome's muzzle. It's a greeting he's seen dogs do, and as creatures raised among humans, they might as well be similar.
Being this close gives him a chance to notice Rome's missing eye, the severed toes, the marks through his coat. Poor dude really has been through the wringer, hasn't he? Maybe Tucker can take his mind off of it for a while, and take care of his own restless energy. He's got an idea.
After a couple moments of sniff-greeting, Tucker moves a few steps away, then turns back to look at Rome over his shoulder. Follow me.]