#HI ALEKKKK

[sergeifyodorov]

keep making aus and talking about them. please.

ohkay the 1991 werewolf iditarod is a mostly-nonserious project that i Would like to genuinely write but only am balking at because i know for a fact it would take 370 million years and be very long and difficult to give a reasonable pace to. i like my writing to be, if not fast-paced, then at least like. well paced, building to a proper ending and not meandering or spending too much time in some parts or not...

also i don't know enough about the iditarod. like im on the website reading all the stuff and thinkin about it... but i am a city slicker through and through and dont know NEARLY enough about like. survival in the bush. if you dear reader have any resources please drop em in the askbox. anyhway shtep one of this long and arduous writing journey (much like the race herself) would be RESEARCH copious amounts and amounts of it and i am IN SCHOOL right now.

reading jack london as a kid gave me real and true brainworms though i must admit... i think that was my first experience with survivalhorror walking dead be damned. of course he did very much write those two from the perspectives of the dogs but we do have Wolf Sergei in there. more below the readmore i dont want to dashclog ->

okay the general premise is that stevie y is not in fact a hockey player and is instead an adventurer... a guy with dogs. this is his rookie iditarod (but you have to be an experienced musher to run the race, so that is what he is.) somewhere at one of the early earlyyyy checkpoints he has to leave one of his dogs behind (shes hurt/not doing well enough/etc. the vets say Bud, She Can't Get Another Nine Hundred Miles In and stevie goes "yeah reasonable. gbye") so he is working a dog below.

anyway he gets into a different Situation not one checkpoint later (we're talking like. rainy pass/finger lake early shtuff) where the sled gets flipped and dented and he gets hurt, so he decides fuck it, we're holing up for a little bit. whatevs. just until i figure out sled repair, my delivery is wayyyy way ahead at mcgrath (or maybe beyond.... it's common to replace the sled at mcgrath but i don't know if stevie would!). so he's there, resting the dogs, figuring if at this rate he should just turn back. no shame in dnf-ing, always better to protect yourself than to do something stupid in the name of it.

and then a dog comes out of the forest, a blond siberian bigger than the rest of his dogs, uncanny-looking but friendly.

this dog is ofcourse one sergei fedorov; i say "werewolf" but like i don't imagine he's a werewolf in the traditional sense, more like... a land selkie. that he can take off his dog coat and become a beautiful youth. he's still russian, of course, and his english is shaky, but he is enamored of stevie (and who wouldn't be! look at him!)

anyway. long story short they fall in love and complete the race . YES there will be "it's so cold... and we're semi-snowed into this cabin... how ever will we keep warm...?" momence. NO i won't write the fic so you'll have to imagine it for yourself