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“As if I am!” the beast retorts, only half-irritated at the accusation given the fact that Pate is blushing so noticeably hard. “I dunno how to break a curse! Hell, it’s you faeries wha’ are always buggerin’ shit up in my forest without me knowin’. Feels like damned fleabites on my hide when y’act up. Couldn’t tell ya the first thing ‘bout faeries an’ humans an’ their curses even if I wanted to.“

The second accusation… well, it hits a little harder. He actually snarls a bit this time, thankfully still rather playfully, lip curling back to expose those ivory fangs. “And it is not my fault that your magic’s actin’ up,” he argues, crossing his arms where he lies on the ground beside the still-flustered half-human, snorting hard enough to tousle Pate’s ruddy bangs. “Trust me, if I could ‘ave a normal pet, I’d take it over your bullshit any day. We’re stuck. Unfortunately. Now who’re ya tryina kiss, anyway?”

Being called one of those things again makes Pate visibly bristle in turn, face redder more out of frustrated anger than embarrassment. “That’s not the curse I’m talking about...this is something different.” Had Creighton really not noticed yet? Or had the effects been too small to worry about so far? Would it only gradually get worse over time?

I went into a frenzy last night and drew some LLR/FD characters as memes because I have no impulse control sometimes.

Creighton’s barely opened his eyes when he sees Pate falling. He’s moving even before he’s certain he still can.

His motions aren’t elegant by any stretch, more of a messy scrambling which kicks up clumps of fresh dirt and grass, but he makes it in time to catch the fae before he hits the harsh mud. In fact, his reflexes seem more intact than they have been in ages. Almost as if…

He nuzzles Pate close, concerned for his health, but doesn’t have time to speak his concerns before his awe of the forest’s — and his own — strength blindsides him. The grasses are tall. The trees bear fruits and flowers. His own fur is soft, untangled; antlers huge and muscles strong.

Whatever Pate’s done, it’s worked a literal miracle.

But that begs the question…

His eyes don’t leave the treetops — oblivious. “Wha’… did you do…?”

Creighton looks a bit offended by the response, bristling visibly as the fur on his hackles raises, ears pressed back. “Sod the curse — y’jus got attacked!” He growls in the direction of the cursed town, snorting loudly as if each and every person in the village would be able to feel his heated irritation. “Oughta eat ‘em all up if they refuse t’help anymore. Bastards oughtn’t be attackin’ an emissary, either.”

A scoff as he gives the visible wounds on Pate’s forehead a few healing nuzzles. A scar or two may be left in their place, but nothing terribly visible. Better than the wound continuing to bleed and making the God-beast hungry, either way.

“Just be glad they haven’t picked up their torches and pitch forks yet,” Pate muttered, squinting in confusion at first when the beast nuzzled at his wounds. He could tell they no longer stung and sighed. “Things are only going to get worse, though. And that fae bastard’s of no help either.”  He frowned, recalling the ‘conversation’ they had. If this curse was emotion based, Pate doubted his feelings on the matter would get any better.

[[sorry for the reupload, i had to fix the bg color]]

tryin’a figure out some character concept stuff…. and see if i can’t repeatedly draw my ocs in a way that actually keeps their Look™