#ignisxavem

Moby breathed in the fresh air as if she’d been drowning beneath a current and gripped onto him as sure as he was a life saver. She doesn’t remember how the fire started. She hadn’t started it, all she’d been doing since he left this morning was sleep off the large kill she feasted on late last night. So what had happened? By the time she drifted out of her deep sleep and realized, smoke had already started seeping into her lungs.

“I was just sleeping,” Moby gasped and pawed at his chest. As far as she knew, she hadn’t suffered any injuries. Soot, however, dirtied her clothes. It struck her, then, just how much he had lost now--- “I’m sorry about your things, Aedus, I’m sorry.” It was a murmur this time and she redirected her eyes toward the burning building. It seemed their apartment wasn’t the only one who had caught fire. Maybe it hadn’t been theirs after all, but still. She should have noticed it sooner. The smells, the heat... “I guess we’re going to have to move sooner than we wanted.”

“Please, let me go in your place. You’re sick. You need to stay home.” Moby folded both hands over one of his as he lay in his bed, Aedus’ skin absurdly warm from the fever surging through his veins. In a matter of seconds, she shifted into a copy of his own skin and he’d have his own golden eyes staring back at him. She had slipped into some of his clothes before, preparing just as he would for a formal gathering. 

Moby was resistant to many tings. Her body was as strong and resilient as her spirit and even poisons and most toxins were more likely to slow her down than kill her. Moby was not, however, invulnerable to curses or spells.

And Aedus pissed off the wrong witch.

Moby approached him in her wolf’s skin, snarling and baring her teeth with nothing less than volatile intent. Her eyes were blacked out as she stared at him, seeing not her fiery friend but a foreign enemy she did not recognize. And even when he spoke, she heard only a muffled, alien language she couldn’t understand while what she thought was instinct screamed at her to fight and maim. She could hardly deny it.

This was most certainly far from the first time she’d found herself in this situation. Bare and without a thread of cover besides the dirt that clung to her skin and caking blood. It also wouldn’t be the last but for all the fuss Aedus was having, all the attention he was giving her now, Moby realized he had no idea this was just another night for the rambunctious shapeshifter.

“He didn’t know what he was doing.” The heavy coat he slung over her shoulders provided an odd comfort, if only because of the chill settling over the neighborhood. It was also soft and quickly reminded the shapeshifter how desperately she wanted to return to a warm bed. “It was just a werewolf. Looked like a newbie heading too close to the houses.” Moby had managed to steer him away after asserting her dominance and her territory. She smiled at Aedus as he dabbed away at the several lacerations over her throat from thick claws. If they didn’t heal soon then they would become just another addition to her collection of marred skin.

@ignisxavem  /  type of starter + black mambo.  /  accepting + open to all.

      “dance with me and shake your bones, hmm ?”

roiben pauses to consider the gaggle of red caps, razor teeth gleaming beneath their gore-soaked hats. it seems even his presence isn’t enough to deter those eager to take a bite out of the night court’s unusual guest. “i think not. i’m to return our guest to the surface where he belongs. with all his fingers intact,” roiben adds, casting a significant stare to their dominoes and the stumps of their fingers. the pips are anywhere from bright red to dark brown, stark against the bones they’re painted on.

@ignisxavem​  /  type of starter + black pan.ther.  /  accepting + open to all.