From A to Z in the InCryptid Alphabet: W.
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seanan_mcguireW is for WAHEELA.
There are no werewolves in upper Canada. The waheela ate them all. But when you're a cold-resistant therianthrope that can turn into a giant wolf-bear-hybrid-thing capable of throwing cars without expending any real effort, you can pretty much eat whatever the fuck you want. Including each other; waheela don't get along, and have a nasty tendency to turn cannibal when forced to co-exist for extended periods of time. Family groups are generally temporary, and exist only as long as they can fight the urge to eat each other. Female waheela will sometimes form close bonds with their children, and littermates occasionally feel affection toward one another, but that's about it as far as loving waheela families go.
Waheela are equally comfortable in both their forms, as they find both to have advantages. Wolf-bear-hybrid-things can take down moose, which helps to keep them fed, but human fingers are better at skinning and preparing meat. Many waheela, if not the majority, prefer their food cooked, and have even learned to tolerate each other for the sake of trading meals (I give you a haunch of moose, you give me some of that venison stew, everybody wins). There is no such thing as "the average waheela," because we've never been able to spend enough time with them to find out what the average waheela would look like. They are, for the most part, not aggressive toward humans, viewing them as somewhat sad, what with their inability to turn into giant walls of furry muscle. This attitude changes quickly once humans get out the guns.
Istas (last name unknown) is a waheela living in Manhattan, where she is an active, if somewhat nerve-wracking, part of the local Gothic Lolita community. She owns nineteen frilly parasols. Woe betide he who damages one of them.
Seriously.
There are no werewolves in upper Canada. The waheela ate them all. But when you're a cold-resistant therianthrope that can turn into a giant wolf-bear-hybrid-thing capable of throwing cars without expending any real effort, you can pretty much eat whatever the fuck you want. Including each other; waheela don't get along, and have a nasty tendency to turn cannibal when forced to co-exist for extended periods of time. Family groups are generally temporary, and exist only as long as they can fight the urge to eat each other. Female waheela will sometimes form close bonds with their children, and littermates occasionally feel affection toward one another, but that's about it as far as loving waheela families go.
Waheela are equally comfortable in both their forms, as they find both to have advantages. Wolf-bear-hybrid-things can take down moose, which helps to keep them fed, but human fingers are better at skinning and preparing meat. Many waheela, if not the majority, prefer their food cooked, and have even learned to tolerate each other for the sake of trading meals (I give you a haunch of moose, you give me some of that venison stew, everybody wins). There is no such thing as "the average waheela," because we've never been able to spend enough time with them to find out what the average waheela would look like. They are, for the most part, not aggressive toward humans, viewing them as somewhat sad, what with their inability to turn into giant walls of furry muscle. This attitude changes quickly once humans get out the guns.
Istas (last name unknown) is a waheela living in Manhattan, where she is an active, if somewhat nerve-wracking, part of the local Gothic Lolita community. She owns nineteen frilly parasols. Woe betide he who damages one of them.
Seriously.
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Date: 2012-03-01 04:17 pm (UTC)(Does that mean that Istas' home is a parasol protectorate? *blinks innocently*)
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Date: 2012-03-01 05:57 pm (UTC)i love that your brain goes to some _wierd_ places (and brings back souvenirs/sends postcards) :)
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Date: 2012-03-01 06:22 pm (UTC)I had to, sorry.
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Date: 2012-03-01 06:31 pm (UTC)Assuming my memory (and hearing) aren't way off, is there a connection?
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Date: 2012-03-01 06:46 pm (UTC)Ouch. My brain hurts now.
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Date: 2012-03-02 12:54 am (UTC)For me, it was mostly the amusement value of a girl who wears frilly things who can rip your arms off and beat you to death with them. But then, that's something of a theme in the book - don't judge a lady by her clothes.
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Date: 2012-03-02 01:58 am (UTC)One more new thing to me.
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Date: 2012-03-02 06:31 am (UTC)No, wait. I want to observe Istas interacting with other people, preferably from behind a cup of coffee and a newspaper I can pretend to be reading.
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Date: 2012-03-02 01:56 pm (UTC)Hopefully I'm not on the phone at the time. That could get awkward.
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Date: 2012-04-23 05:38 am (UTC)I hope you'll forgive a Canadian nitpick, though. Upper Canada specifically refers to part of southern Ontario, around the Great Lakes, pre-Confederation in the early nineteenth century. (If the Waheela traditionally are in the vicinity of the Inuit, this map gives a sense of traditional cultural areas.) We'd say northern Canada, instead, which I think is what you meant?
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