NoiNoi

Fruits Basket Reborn (Noinoi and Rika)

Baa!

Fine with her. The little lamb turned tail, quite literally, and trotted along to the sliding doors-- and to her credit, barged right through the paper. She had no hands, but she had very dependable horns, much to the silent amusement of Miki and Jin. However, it was a sigh that fled their horses mouth, and the dark eyes that followed to the floor were heavy, already worn from the day. At least they got off being soaked. "School, huh? I wonder why he wants us there. That's a huge risk to take-- maybe he's just thinking of more ways to make us miserable. At least it gets us out of here for a while. I think we should make it a habit to stick together even if it's just at lunch and break."

"I got out of bed this morning, and meticulously placed buckets of water above selected door-ways, for him to saunter in, tell me I'm going to school, and saunter out?... I'm going back to bed." What a waste of mischief it was. Something like that had to be fixed, and thus, the dragon turned to his favourite kitty, bland. Monotonous. "So. While I decide what colour of contacts I'm getting for school. I just remembered, Akemi. I'm staying over at your house. Right now, in fact." Jin had spoken, and what Jin wanted, Jin got, don'cha know. The room was slowly emptying, anyway. Fen had left, silently and without a word, grudging this choice from their God, no doubt. He was sure this illness would need a long, slow recovery, suddenly. How could their God do this to them-- no. How could he do this to him? He'd been nothing but loyal. That was his purpose, so why this act of dis-abandonment?

"Eh, sounds fun. Sounds like an excuse to get out and see the city." Steal things from the city, most likely. No one would immediately point the finger at him for blame, he had a new lease on life, or so it felt! A part of him considered just... never coming back. That would have been great.. "Maybe we'll be in the same class, Chiyo~! You gotta stop goin' in moods with me, or I won't let you copy my homework." Oh. Wow. Much threat. It would have been more of a deal if he'd considered not stealing pencils from her, but alas. The small lad leapt up onto his feet and saw himself out without another word, a cheeky wave sent Akemi's way. "Have fun with your sleep-over with Jin!" Kid was getting ganged on today.

"Oh, he will." Apparently, Akemi wasn't going to get a word in, either. Not with Jin sidling up to him as usual. "I'm gonna push girls into you so you 'poof.'" Jin talk for transform, and a silent promise that Akemi's life was going to get just that little tougher. "Let's see how your kitty-reflexes serve you, eh whiskers?" Oh yes, school was going to be a riot for one of the zodiacs. "Oh, also. Like, I caught this cute Pokemon yesterday-- I named her after you, cause she reminded me so much of you. She's a Munna." Possibly the most feminine pokemon Jin could have ran into-- and he loved it. Not that his face belied his enjoyment, he always looked serious, no matter what the endeavour of mischief he was creating. "But in all seriousness, can I crash at yours? With Mewlyn?" His little cat that he doted over constantly. "Me and dad had an argument over her. She was sailing down the curtain claws first, but she's a cat. She does that. You know, right? You're BASICALLY a cat after all. So. You know. Let us stay until that blows over, yeah?" Jin never had a very good relation with his father. He was... a strict one. Occasionally, a violent one too, when pushed over the edge. That, being Jin's speciality, it was no wonder they rarely got through a day without incident.

To Summon a Demon [XSilentWingsX & NoiNoi]

"So it shall be, my Lady." No one would know of their bond, ill-fated thing that it was. He stood perfectly politely, a paragon of specimens, not a hell-raiser, no, a well-adjusted young man was that of which stood before her. No one would be any the wiser to him, he was sure. Not when he was trapped in his humanoid form. "I will assist you. For the record, I would have enjoyed nothing more than to be here a week ago. I love knowledge, especially reading. Books are a passion I've often been denied." Under many excuses, normally revolving around the fact that serf's did not read. It would draw attention to him. It would make others question him. Perhaps it was wrong to hope that she would indulge his love of information, perhaps, even with this mage in her current, juvenile form, would have something more to teach him. She was, after all, no doubt one of the weakest to come across such a bond as his. "Must we ride by horse?" The words were near spat out, and for good reason, in his mind."I detest the creatures. You may travel by horse, I have wings. I will fly to our destination."

He knew the form of an owl wasn't far away for his abilities.

"I will take this opportunity to inform you that rest remains beyond my capabilities." He was unable to sleep. The once-avian followed his newest victim with a quiet, practised gait. Urgent, but soft, dark eyes constantly upon her, unblinking and unwilling to leave. "I can pack your belongings while you rest. I trust there's nothing that my lady would not wish to befall upon my eyes-- after all, we have a very special bond. I'm sure no secrets shall come between us." He seemed to expect nothing but the best from her-- and perhaps thought it vice-versa. How else could he protect her from this terrible fate she'd set upon herself? Himself, too, if they should foul up.

"While we walk, tell me. Do you have relatives? What kind of abode are you in? What of your friends? If I am to guise myself, I may well pretend that we are well acquainted. Since, I doubt it wise to allow you to leave my sight for long. A glance in the wrong direction, and you are conjuring creatures by accident and costing uncouth males their lives. Really, my Lady, what am I to do with you?" Anyone would think he was joking, but... the serious nature of his face said it all, he was either a master at masking his mirth or he wasn't joking in the first place.

"You aren't affiliated with the priest sector of mage-work, are you? That could prove to be rather detrimental. To both of us, such magic could cause quite a stir in our agreement, and then neither of us will get what we want-- which reminds me, my Lady, what DO you want from me? Am I to be nothing but a go-get-me for the remainder of your existence?" He'd rather hole himself back up in Hell were that the case. Perhaps she'd show him more of mage work-- but at this point, there was so little left to be learnt. "I could show you a few simple incantations, though wither you'd wish to pursue such a path..." Her back would be against the wall soon enough. He left the thought path there and then. "Well. We'll see what becomes of you, ultimately. You should rest, however. I am to understand such a thing as yourself suffers from a strange mental illness called 'stress'. Apparently it's commonplace to suffer under such a thing. Fear not. There are many others like you." ...Was that his best attempt at trying to reduce said physiological trauma? Clearly, he wasn't well practised in it. "Dried lavender plant should aid you, so I've come to understand."

Fruits Basket Reborn (Noinoi and Rika)

Jin, Lao, Mikio, Yun, Fuyuki

Down like spuds! There went the simian and his rodent buddy, both watched through many sympathetic eyes. Likely not sympathy for the monkey, though.

"Yes, really. At a time like this." Jin supplied the cometary with naught but a glance. A smile never cracked his lips, nor a chuckle or smirk, but everyone knew if he was pulling pranks, Jin was in perfect health. "Why is Miki the idiot? He didn't push her to the ground, he caught her. More than I can say for you, stripes." Why did Akemi always get the worst side of Jin? The reptilian child had already stood up onto his feet, to replace himself by Akemi's side. Very close. Closer still when the boy leaned against him, and did his best imitation of a feline's purring-rub. "I like it when you look at me that way.~" Come close, Akemi. Allow Jin to hold you exceedingly near to him. "Here, since I'm such a great guy, you are permitted to share my body warmth. I'm a reptile. Body heat isn't something I give up easy. But. For you."

"I'm gonna take that as a confession...! He probably devised it so he could cosey up with Akemi!" The brunette monkey made a terribly injustice-based face at Chiyo. He was soaked too! Why was he getting blamed for this? He only stole things. He didn't have time or energy to waste on finding all those buckets. He got himself back into a kneeling position, but his huffy mood was still very tangible. Why was she sitting next to THAT loser instead of him? Fine. Someone wasn't getting her belongings back when he next took them. At least Lao had the decency to offer Chiyo a slight smile, boyish and masculine, but a little more than on edge. Whatever was going on, it couldn't be good. "You're looking well, Chiyo." As well as anyone in her position could look. The air was thick, and full of conflicting emotions, but Lao tried conversation as a way to soothe his own frazzled nerves. The moment they got out of the main house, the happier he suspected they'd all be. "It's getting a little cold, huh?"

Too bad he didn't have anything interesting to say.

'Such a loud family.' Fen's thoughts were elsewhere. What was this all about? Normally, he'd have the low-down, but he'd been practically boarded into his little room, which would have, on the average day, saw him performing something of a great escape-- but lately, his illness was leaving him feathered and winged. Embarrassing to say the least-- he hated avians. Despised them. The cousin he recognised as their canine spoke to him, something that never ceased to both bother and intrigue him. Rarely did Yasushi say anything Fuyuki deemed important, but, alas, he continued to speak to him? "I will." It was all he was going to say on the matter. He would get better. He had to, to save his own pride and will to be useful to God once more. His voice was hoarse and his colour pallid, but Fuyuki was sure he'd seen worse.
Speak of the devil.

"What's up?"

A few eyes, Mikio and Fuyuki, saw the voice that had announced such a casual greeting. It was Jin, defiant and headstrong as always. There was no malice in Dragons words but... there was no respect, either. Jin refused to make eye contact with Masumi, or his pet Rat. He flicked a few strands of his fringe to the side, slumped across the floor in the most casual arrangement. Fuyuki burst out into a fit of coughing then and there, but Jin continued at his expense. That bird was in no position to speak, not with that voice. "Yuko and Yun aren't coming. Yuko called you some colourful choice words, and Yun's 'run away' again." Aka, she'd taken offence to something someone had said, and decided to 'run' away to Miharu's for a few hours until said someone decided they were sorry enough to look for her. It never really worked, but alas, children.

"That's alright though. I'll pass the memo onto her."

Could Masumi feel their conflicting aura's? Mikio and Lao's dread, Fuyuki's annoyance, and Jin's blatant disobedience. It wasn't just Masumi who got this side of him-- his own Father had to put up with the glimmering example that was Jin 24/7. Their household was loud, and at times, viscous. "Why are we all here? Are we planning New Years? Who's dancing this time?" Better yet, who was going to bother to show up at the event? New Years was, obviously, a big deal. It wouldn't surprise to find out such events would take months of pre-planning. Surely, it would have been enjoyable, but... Jin felt it celebrated all the wrong things. What was a year of the animal to one person, could very well be a reminder to their cursed Sohma of a bitter existence and past. Particularly with their parents.

". . ."

Now was her chance. The door all but nudged open, painstakingly slowly, by the pale muzzle of something small and four-legged. A white, black horned creature blurred by, rather pointedly, towards Chiyo-- only to be stopped by the annoyed palm of their horse. "Yun, stop gunning for her." A little woolly assassin was what bleated and butted into the equine's hand. It angrily jumped backwards and trotted off-- making it a point to avoid their dog, because she hated canine's so-- to plop down at the side-lines. Looks like Yun had come back from her running away, a rather eventful one, but the looks of it.

Baa!

Fruits Basket Reborn (Noinoi and Rika)

The air was... tense.

It was a common occurrence in the Sohma Estate, at least, for the few accursed children of the bloodline. So secretive in nature, shrouded from the outside and rightly so. Who could ever learn to adapt to this type of family, when even the members it held couldn't co-operate? These were the thoughts of a particular lad, doused in water from a bucket perched oh so expertly on a door-frame. Sliding doors were a blessing, but general household doors? Ripe for the picking. Lao had been welcomed with an ice cold downpour of water, and now, he sat upon his knees in a puddle of water, waiting for the one who made all their lives a misery. Auburn hair was flattered against his head from the moisture, droplets fell down from the strands. Ordinarily, one would just jaunt home and replace their grey sweat-suits for something a little more on the dry side... but then, that would mean he had to risk being late for their so called God.

Lao prayed that today, Masumi would see it a lesser insult for him to be soaked to the bone than late. A dark, almost animal like glare pointedly found its way beside him. Into the eyes of someone who really... didn't give a toss. Reptilian were the apathetic orbs that stared back, with the audacity for their owner to point to himself and tilt his brunette noggin in a silent question. Surely he wasn't being blamed for this! "Heavy showers at your house, Lao?" Silently versed, and likely, secretly rehearsed by the tanned trouble maker. Not a moment of mirth snuck by his lips, any and all amusement was tucked inside somewhere. "Pretty dry over at my place-- except for a shower this morning." Jin continued with the shrug of his shoulders, sassy was his middle name today, how would Masumi take to one soaking wet Zodia--

"Jin, ya lil SHIT! Dude, look at me here!" A disbelieving laugh bellowed from the doorway, their monkey had arrived-- equally soaked and in little more than shorts and an ochre hooded jumper. Mikio found humour in it atleast, slumping to the side of the room while he attempted to ring out the remains of his hoodie-dampness. "Ya tryin' ta get me inta trouble with Masumi. I'mma tell him ya did this. Shouldn't surprise him none." Mikio wiggled his eyebrows from his side of the room, while Jin merely shuffled around on his knees for a more comfortable position. There was a high chance of heavy showers around the estate. He'd left a few choice buckets for their Bunny-bun and Tiger-cat, two buckets at the one abode. The lengths he went to, making sure everyone got a shower in the morning. Oh, and one for their mutt, too. Such a kind soul.

"You've set me up. I'm the only one who didn't get a bucket-- how could you?" A hand braced to Jin's chest. A faux pained pose, but his face was neither here nor there in emotion. "I'll tell Masumi that you've framed me."

"Like Hell I have...! Ya a nuisance ta me. Oh, which of us is gon' tell Masumi that Yuko ain't comin'?"

...The room went rather silent there after. Only the sound of a door sliding, and a fortunately dry zodiac's appearance. A fair lad, as all the Zodiacs were cursed to be, with the same reddened hair as his sister, but eyes a much more harsh green. Fuyuki wore a kimono, a red one, a woven gift that he only sparingly wore. His cheeks had gained a reddened tint, along with a sore head-- He had been under the weather for a few days now, and news of a gathering had done a number on his mood. "I'll be the one to tell him." Despite his temporary sickness, the rooster seemed composed. Settled onto his kneeling position, the resounding question was asked.

"Why are you two soaked?"

Two fingers pointed to Jin-- and Jin's pointed to Miki.

"He's the one you want."

Sure Jin, sure.

To Summon a Demon [XSilentWingsX & NoiNoi]

Amara, the bird re-counted. This was her moniker. He'd never quite understood names-- not like a human, anyway. They were tokens of individuality, they defined a person-- but to him, it seemed more like numbers on live stock, a means to identification, than having any aesthetic or representation attached. Eirikur was one of many things he had been labelled with, and, the most likely to blur into society. The avian stood statue-esque behind her, happy enough to merely listen to human conversation. They were such... simple minded things. How nice for them, he supposed.

'You mortals say demon the same way you say vermin. I assure you, Amara, I am no small matter.' It hurt his pride to think someone would consider him a little, petty hell spawn. He wasn't some familiar of an arch-demon, he WAS the arch-demon. They'd written scrawlings about him-- amusing ones, recounting their final departures, but all the same. His downy legs almost comically hobbled along the stone pathways, more discreet than flapping his way down the hall. It felt like an eternity would pass him until signs of progress showed themselves, and he considered himself a fortunately patient creature. He had to be, mortals took forever to do anything. Finally, privacy. Well, not completely, Amara was there, but he was in little position to be finicky. 'At last. You know the basics of equivalent exchange, don't you, Amara?" An eye for an eye, as it were. If the owl wanted a puppet body, he'd have to give something of equal value.
Tawny wings spread.

With them, darkness. The room gave way to nightfall, a fake disk served as a moon and the ground, little more than black sludge of which gnarly, rotten trees grew. Hands grasped for anything around them, Tobias, Amara, but none would dare touch the bird. It was unwise to sully his feathers with laments. Their bloodied, nail-less fingertips grasped all they could, with varying degrees of urgency, but only one body would be pulled under the murky earth, their to wallow in his sins for the rest of time.

Just like that, the vision was gone-- and too, was Tobias.

Left in his place a pale youth, a young man perhaps in his early twenties, pallor with blonde strands that fell across his face, over serious, aesthetic features. The humanoid struggled to stand from it's fallen position, smooth muscles of washboard build flexed and contracted like poetry in motion to see the demon stand upon two legs once more. If he were to have a mortal form, after-all, why not have one of the best? No one else expected inferior goods when bartering, and nor did he. Despite the pale, gentle smooth of his complexion, and the natural vibrancy of his hair, one thing stood out. His eyes, black of iris and pupil, not unlike the bird he had previously been. The eyes of something demonic, no doubt. "Much better. I should think myself able to traverse, now." Now that there was something coming between himself and mages, a spare body.
Of course, he had to dance around a little to fit into the clothes Tobias had no doubt graciously left him. Eirikur hadn't been around in a while, but he was quite certain humans did not streak. "So, Amara. Now that you've summoned me, what shall you do?" Apparently Tobias did not matter, already a faded thought to the owl. He was annoying, anyway, but Eirikur didn't have to justify himself. "Our bonding, you see, isn't something you just throw away, or pick up whenever it suits your fancy. If you don't find some way to occupy me, I'm bound to find my own thing to do. After all, it's your soul that'll be dragged in with Tobias, should things go awry for you." It wasn't a threat, either, it was a guarantee. Of course, Eirikur didn't want to go back, but he omitted that part, if solely to coerce her into obeying. He was a demon, after all, she should have expected nothing less from him.

"I suppose you can start by showing me to my abode. Mortal bodies tire easy, and I believe we have much to discuss in privacy. Such as our terms, and what should become of them. We'll be seeing alot of each other over the coming days." He wanted to add on months, but... would be make it that long? Did she have what it took to turn her own world upside down-- well, it already had been, she probably already knew that much. Soft footsteps rounded towards her, a hand motioned forth to take her own, before the suppleness of his fingertips raised her hand to silk petals in a chaste kiss. It was a greeting he had been taught, but never had truly utilized. "I'm sure we'll get along fine once we become acquainted, Miss Amara."

Demons were terrific liars.

They knew exactly when to tell the truth, after all.

"I'm yours, t'ill death do you part."

The way he whispered those words almost promised them.

To Summon a Demon [XSilentWingsX & NoiNoi]

'State your business.'

The avian copied her question with a quiet persistance. Despite the calm of his voice, one unhurried and lacking any true inflection, he had a way of seeming pushy in his manners. His wings flapped in practiced succession, he had not been expected to be shoved from her, but the recoil from such was not unknown to him. The creature hovered his patient descent onto the floor, and listened with neither a word nor movement until she had finished her train of thought. One could have mistaken him for a stuffed specimen, until those dark, directionless eyes were taken over by a white flash-- the membrane that owls used for blinking. A decidedly haunting, and perhaps disguisting thing to witness when the beiged animal seemed to draw it out more than the average specimen.

This was a Mage. Of the Arethan Guild. She had found that pendant, however...

'False. It does not belong to any guild.'

The retort was almost reflexive in it's speed, despite the creatures stillness. He disdained anything that strayed from fact, and here, within these walls, he was sure there were many instances. Mortals were fallible that way. 'It belongs to you, Mage of Arenthan. You have accessed it, and myself.' What manner of creature was he. A fleeting temptation crossed his mind, and if owls could, he would have smiled at the mage. 'I am a barn owl.' From what he could gather, anyway. Without any pre-warning, the avian leapt into the air and adjusted his height with his wings, until the table was clicked under swift, keen talons.

'It is to my understanding the mortals of this world prefer monikers as method of introduction. From now on, I will be known as Eirikur to you. I am many things, but to mages, I hold arcane knowledge. Many have called upon me, as you have, for wisdom and servitude, bound to them by soul and magic. Given this... unremarkable form that you would have me take, suggests you are by far the most juvanile of my contractors. No matter. I am more than able to change that.'

It would serve them both better in the long run to see this mage rise through the ranks. He wasn't returning home soon, and she wasn't getting rid of him any faster. Wards, this building had wards. How troublesome. In this condition, such things would go through him like a ton of bricks. 'I require your assistance, then. Fetch me a mage like yourself. One who is yet to develop their talents. It's in your best interest-- should I fall, I will take you with me to my abode-- and rest assured, my mage, it is a terrible fate. Or so the occupents tell me, with their insecant lamenting.' It took less energy getting back than it did getting out, and the owl was certain neither of them wished to arrive in such a place. He'd be bored, and she'd be...

Well. Best not to dwell on such cruelties.

Footsteps echo'd close. Owls had exceptional hearing, and this one was no different. It's head twisted towards the doorway, and there it awaited her actions expectantly. All she had to do was apprehend a body for him. This, he considered, would prove interesting. Now, the sound of footfalls was more than audiable, and what else would appear before them than...

He was tall. Perhaps sit foot or so, one of those lithe, self assured men. Light of hair, a toned blonde with dark depths-- and a smarmy smirk. Tobias was a renowned creature in the guild, not for his magical prowess or studious offers (he had neither), but for his... awful character. Women and men hated him alike, and anything that was not fortunate enough to be human? Slandered-- infact, anything that didn't step up to his standards often was. Amara, lucky thing that she was, did meet his approval-- in the form of asthetics, atleast. "Don't tell me they're keeping a beauty like you locked away in here, Amara..." He didn't know her, but she was fair. That ment she was as good as his-- who could say no to such a man? Was he not dashing? He seemed to think so, atleast. The male grazed tanned fingertips through his own short, blonde tresses. "Fancy taking a trip down the taverns with me? I promise, it'll be lots of fun."

'Do you know of a private place within the wards?'

This one would do nicely. He was weak in almost every sense, and Eirikur wagered, would fit in quite nicely back home.

'Redirect him to this place. He'll have to suffice.'

To Summon a Demon [XSilentWingsX & NoiNoi]

I'm glad! I hope we can get this rolling, here's to hearing from you soon!

To Summon a Demon [XSilentWingsX & NoiNoi]

It had been far, far too long.

Screams of torment and repent were his constant lullaby, they sang their sorrows to the false lunar disk in the sky, one that dripped a putrid, muddied red onto the ‘earth’ below. To call it such was a bit of a mercy, the ground as it were was little more than sludgy, russet mud that perfumed this eternal night with sinful stench, not unlike rotting. The landscape went on for miles, naked torso’s drowning in the sinking mud, in various degrees of stuck, hands outstretched and tears a flow. Tree’s cropped up here and there, curled and broken splinters of barren giants. It was in the hollow of one of these damp and accursed vegetation that a noir talon tapped. There were three on the front of his feet, and one around the back, each sharp and easily scoring the wood, even with a gentle step. The colour of him, unable to be described in the cursed shadow. The red light of a substitute moon saw his form rendered in an outline, a large, perhaps even ten foot tall avian, a predatory one that could not be mistaken for anything else but an over-sized owl… before large, lucid yellows broke the darkness. They illuminated in the nightfall, two disks of sunlight in an otherwise decrepit world… and even a third, almond shaped orb opened slowly upon the creature’s brow. They contained no pupil or sclera, only the third eyeball that creaked open contained anything, and that was only a pale, faded circle of lighter yellow.

He was sick of this place. Tired of picking the wrong doings from victims and picking at their souls through bone-meal. There was nothing for those eyes to pique here, nothing new, nothing to learn from the beseeching mercy the grappling fingers and screaming lips seemed to so solemnly long for. Remarkable, how a sinner could repent for a time longer than the lifespan they spent conducting their crimes. The observation, made for the fifth time in an hour, was interrupted. Fresh crimson flooded from the moon in copious amounts, pushing the old, stagnant sludge from its surface, ran anew with bloodied promise of redemption for at least one soul in this place. His. The bodies below were all but soaked by it, but not the creature who flocked from his hide away towards the glowing light. Divine red, it was nothing more than a window for him, an escape. The silhouette of a giant owl flapped only once, before the dark being was pulled into a vision of ruby incarnate.

Free, at last.

Small claws scraped against the floor in uncertainty. White, downy feathers tickled his legs, and lead into a bird much smaller than he had ever recalled being. An avian of speckled greys and pale, faded creams and tweed. A heart shaped landscape of snowy fluff was his face, where bright gold had been replaced with two dark coals that simmered quietly in his new position. Was this…? A wing was lifted and, with the turn of a frighteningly flexible head, examined. …Was he a barn owl?

“…”

As if dismissing the notion altogether, the winged heathen turned his attention to a collapsed form, hopping towards it, her, hastily. He recognised her to be… human, if he recalled correctly, with dark strands of hair and an offensively dusty way about her… and of course, to his silent amazement, that pendant. That, accursed accessory, that ill-gotten necklace. He held no reserve in jumping ontop of her torso, collecting the talisman in a skilled, dexterous foot.

‘Awaken.’

The single word was not for the living to heed, or the departed. It was a word ‘spoken’ just for her, only for their ears, in a voice soft and masculine, almost a whisper in the air. Not for any concern of her resting position, simply because this was his volume. There was no need to, pardon the humour, but make a flap about the occurrence. He had been summoned, but curiosity, a rarity for one like himself, had struck. Why? Why he, and why this female specimen before him. She seemed, at best, a novice. His past contracts had been… more influential beings. Atleast, a little older, and not often female. …His least favourite summoning had come from them.

‘State your business. How did you come to possess this?’

He fully expected her to come too, it would seem. Poised upon her with one foot tightly bound to that pendant. He could not take it from her, it would never belong to him—and truthfully, that bothered him. This was his freedom that he held, and yet, had no grasp of it. The vial-coddling item was tossed carelessly back at her with contempt. She was weak, or, weaker than he was used to serving atleast. He could not even take on a more suiting form—stuck within the cuddly forest creature. He was thankful flight was not alien to him, it was one thing to look like this, but it was another to be graceless in it. Where was he? What was his purpose here? Had he not been fated to have been dragged from his abode every time this song and dance called to him, he might have waited for someone more capable. Still, anywhere was better than home. He just had to fathom how he intended to survive his time with this one… and if she could offer him something he didn’t know. A glance procured from the room made him wonder, was he within a curio-place? That wasn’t so terrible. There was much to be gained from knowledge, and mental stimulation was a truly wonderful pursuit. Perhaps he would have her collect his baring for him and give a clue as to his where-abouts, but something here was… familiar.

That's what he'd become. A familiar.

Enslaved Salvation(Werewolf RP)

I maybe be interested in such thaaangs~

Searching for Darlings!~

Just gonna... Put this back up there. Savemefromboredome...!