outofsharks:

{ yes it is, Cora’s family has known the pack for years. They identify each other depending on how many scars they have so know they don’t have names. }

outofsharks:

{ she lives with a pack of real sharks and helps them catch food for a week. }

{ Varou ??? }:

Varou Fenrir was a very peculiar sleeper. The girl in his arms could have thrashed and shouted at him to awaken without effect, but the instant she groans he’s fully alert- though not quite fully awake. He tries to shoot up into a sitting position, but is stopped by the shark faunus that his arms are so adamantly locked around and her unexpected weight- thus making him flop rather amusingly. “C…Cora?”, he mumbles in a quavering tone as he tries to fight off his drowsiness to give her his attention. “Wh-whats wrong? Are you hurt? Did your stitches come undone?”

His questions are halted only by an uncontrolled compulsion to yawn and stretch. The stretching bit was a bit awkward, since he was inadvertantly stretching into Cora, spine arching against her tiny frame and arms scissoring around her waist. “Sorry about that, are you oka-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ay?” He says, yawning a second time through his “okay.”

      Another groan as Cora lay there, feeling her cheeks warm as Varou
   stretched awkwardly. She yawned as she reached up to poke his cheek, 
   her eyes diverting off to the side.

          ❝ It just hurts dummy. 
                  And why are you so close? 
                  Whoever told you that you could
                  come in my bed? ❞

      Not that she minded, his body was warm.

whitefangsoldier replied to your post “outofsharks: { I’m like ten away from 800.  She’s almost there and I…”

//The shark daughter is perf Nami, wat r u even talkin about?

outofsharks:

{ dud e i hate hate hATE it when people say she’s perfect because like… she’s  not? She’s an oc she’s not supposed to be perfect because if she was then there would nothing to do and it’d be really boring not having to come up with headcannons all the time. }

{ Varou !!! }:

For the second time, the shark faunus surprises him with her…I don’t even know what you’d call it. A willingness to be vulnerable with him perhaps? He had expected her to get upset, or even just reluctantly allow him to lay with her (it wasn’t like she could do anything about it after all). But she…actually snuggled up to him. It makes his heart pound, the intimacy of their position, and to make things worse he started to take notice of all the things that his protective instincts had been setting aside.

For example, Varou was starting to see how cute this tiny shark person was curling into him, how nice she smelled - like a beach in the middle of summer, and a dozen other things specifically about Cora. It makes his face burn crimson, but even so he can’t find it in him to reject this. Because it was actually kinda nice to be like this with someone.

So he slowly envelops Cora into his arms and leans his face into the top of her head, purple threads of her hair brushing softly against his nose. All the while he prays silently that her blood powers didn’t let her sense how his was racing through his veins right now. “You’re welcome, Cora. Sleep well, okay?”

         It was the pain that awoke her several hours later. Cora was confused
     as to why the only thing she could see was a wall and why there was
     something on her head. She could not recall the previous night completely.
     The shark faunus reached one of her hands to feel around above her head,
     alarmed when her fingers felt hair.

         Cheeks warmed up when she realized who it was. Cora didn’t move an 
      inch, afraid to wake him up but she quietly groaned in pain as she lay
      there, wishing she could return to her slumber.

{ Varou !!! }:

Varou says nothing in response to this; Cora needed to sleep and she needed to do it as soon as possible. Time wasted with words were obstacles to that end. So he leaves the med bay, traverses the familiar halls of the base as quickly as possible, and ventures into the area where the higher ranked officers had their quarters. It was probably the place he was least familiar with (those with lower ranks like him slept in barracks) but he’s still knowledgeable enough of it to find Cora’s room. Unable to actually retrieve her scroll to open the door, he’s forced to awkwardly move the shark’s hip near the electronic lock until the device is registered from within her pocket. Being granted admission, he immediately goes to the bed and delicately lays his cargo upon its soft surface

“Here we are.” ,he says, running the last hour back in his mind as he stands up, making sure he had done everything he could have done and making extra sure he had done it all right. Logically yes, everything was accomplished within acceptable parameters…but even knowing in his mind that she was in the best possible condition she could be in right now, he could not shake the sensations of worry and dread that had been following him throughout this ordeal. Maybe it was because of how close this experience had put them but…the idea of leaving her alone as she was seemed so wrong somehow, especially as he looked down at her like this.

What if something happened? It was unlikely that anything would, but again, knowing that did little to actually console him.

“Man, I’m some special kind of idiot…” He mumbles to himself, running his fingers through his black hair, before doing the boldest and arguably dumbest thing in his life. He takes off his armor, removes his personal effects, and made to climb into bed with her.

           As soon as he climbed into bed with her, Cora had a light smile on her
       lips as she inched herself closer to the wolf’s warm body. She had her
       injured side up as Cora pushed her forehead to his chest, curling into a
       ball.

                ❝ Thank you.  ❞

           She whispered as her eyes slowly closed. 

{ Varou !!! }:

Seeing the shark girl try to stand, Varou was quick to stop her, and with her current level of strength it wasn’t difficult to do. “Hey, whoa now- its pretty obvious you don’t have the strength to be standing up on your own right now, so don’t even try okay? I’m also going to assume that trying to make you sleep here is futile so….”

His hands find their way back into the groves behind her knees and under her arms, lifting her up and settling her back into his chest once more. “…I’ll take you back myself, alright?” His voice is still holding that quite tone- the one filled with care and concern. He was starting to realize why he felt so strongly about her now. It was because she wasn’t really the terrible monster that most others in the White Fang saw, she was just a girl. An angry and lonely girl, who was trying far to hard to prove that she was strong enough to be on her own. But he knew that now, Cora was strong. But just because she could be on her own, that didn’t mean she had to be on her own. No one should have to do that. “Of all the unbearable things in this world, hunger and isolation were among the worst.”, so said a favorite movie of his.

          ❝ Varou…  ❞

       Cora sleepily mumbled, feeling the pain emanate in her body as she 
    curled in his arms. She wiggled slowly, kicking her feet in a moment of 
    protest to him carrying her but it soon stopped when her energy died out.
    The shark hung in the wolf’s arms like a limp fish, which was all she was
    at that moment due to her lack of energy. 

            ❝ Put me… P-Put m-m-me in a bed… That’s all I want.  ❞

       It was hard to force the words past her lips seeing as how exhausted she
     was. 

{ Varou !!! }:

“I know it does. I know.”, the wolf says gently, giving her hand a reassuring pat. “But its almost over. I’m just gonna stitch you up real quick and put the bandages on. Try and stay still until then, yeah?” Obviously, the very next thing he did was apply the stitches; threading the fiber through a needle and pulling the needle through the skin around her wound to help hold it together (it was a pretty deep wound after all). That takes about five minutes or so, and then it was onto the bandages.

He loops Cora’s arm around his neck and has her sit up, winding the material around her side multiple times until it was finally finished. The shark faunus was now safely set to recover and was no longer in any sort of danger.

So he lays her back down, and starts cleaning her blood off of them both before standing up with a smile. “Well Cora, we’re done. As promised, you won’t be dying today.”

      An exhausted huff comes from Cora’s lips as her eyes train themselves on
   him, forcing a smile to her features. She reached over and grabbed his hand,
   giving it a light squeeze before she sighed and closed her eyes. 

               ❝ Thank… you… Can I sleep now?  ❞

       the faunus asked, with a yawn. Her free hand felt around for the bandage,
    fingers brushing over it and not the stitches. Another heavy sigh as Cora
    slowly pulled herself to a sitting position and tried to heave herself off the 
    bed.

{ Varou !!! }:

It wasn’t something she even needed to ask, looking away I mean. Varou Fenrir was not so indecent that he would have taken advantage of the situation like that- in fact, that was why he asked if she could do it first. Plus, the only thing he was invested in right now was getting her injury taken care of. There was no time to even think on checking her out.

Grabbing a tray and depositing his collected items thus far onto it, Varou finds some bandages, some stiches, and puts them on as well. He tried finding some kind of pain reliever too, but he couldn’t find anything he was familiar enough. Injecting Cora with medication he didn’t know how to use was a VERY bad idea, obviously.

Now he’s back at her side again, tray lain out for easy access, and starts wiping her wound with the wet rag. He almost warns her about the sting that would accompany the disinfectant, but instead decides against it. It might be better to surprise her (assuming she wasn’t already expecting it), as to avoid inflicting dread upon her. So he pours the disinfectant on quickly, making sure it got into every inch of her cut before he wiped it down again.

        A hiss of pain escapes from the shark fauna’s lips, her fists balling at her
    sides as she lay there, waiting for him to finish. She wanted to be done and 
    sleep but that wasn’t an option at the moment, what with Varou healing her.

               ❝ Gah! T-That hurts!  ❞

        Cora growled, shooting a drowsy glare his way. Just patch her up and 
    let her sleep, that’s all the shark faunus wanted. 

{ ??? }:

“How did you find me? How did you know that I know Cora?”, came his second reply. Varou kept his life in the White Fang and whatever life he could forge outside of the other as separate as he could make them. The second question could be answered by either saying that he was in the White Fang too, or that Cora told him. But those things alone did not answer the first question- and he felt that he would have already met Shane if he was in the White Fang. Plus, didn’t Cora know about his second life yet.

Unless she did. Unless she was more stealthy than he gave her credit for and had backtracked him to one of his safe houses. But if she didthat then it was likely their superiors knew about them (or at least that one).

His heart skips a beat at that that thought.

         A groan and a roll of his ocean hues before they trained themselves
    upon the wolf faunus once more.

                   “ I’m always watching her. Just cause the base moved
                          don’t mean I don’t know where it at. I keep myself
                          up to date on what my little sister is up to, no matter
                          if she likes it or not. She’s my little sister and I’m
                          protective of her. Frankly I don’t like what you’re doin’
                          so stay away or I’ll show you the methods that I used
                          to teach Cora to be an assassin. 
                                                                                 Ya hear? “