#keepingitundercontrol

Remi stood in a long red dress, beaming at the end of the aisle. It was a small ceremony, at a secret location in the woods by a small pool of water. It caught the reflections-or ironically, the groom’s lack. Tobias stood, content-no more then content, happy, ecstatic. He was beaming, dressed in black with red accents, one arm behind him as he gazed down the aisle. His future in laws were to the bride’s side, and his sister, ward, and mother’s ghost on his. Also Tessa and a very reluctant Troy who’d been dragged along. Assorted other guests lined on their perspective sides, but his eyes were not on them. He was waiting-waiting to see his bride, Wren Baelfire, the light of his life.

Wren Mun: that too. that really awkward moment too

Me: Whats so awkward?

Wren Mun: he is half goat

Me: I adore Fawns

Wren Mun: I do too, but would you want to fuck a fawn

Me: ...I feel attacked right now

Wren Mun: WHAT?! IT'S A VALID QUESTION!

Me: So um

Me: Answer is yes

Me: I mean not any Fawn

Me: He'd have to be Mr. Right Fawn

Wren Mun: I'm laughing my ass off wondering if the government is reading this conversation.

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They were back from the Honeymoon, and Tobias could not have been happier with life. But when Troy Jackson came to him for help, Tobias knew it couldn’t be good. Tessa had been missing for a full month, not to be found in Camelot or Moss Island. Reluctantly, he’d kissed his new wife and promised to be back soon.

He hadn’t been prepared for what he found. Who he found. What he was able to do. His limbs weren’t his. His will wasn’t his. Not even his words. His shadow had extra bits hanging from it-strings, almost, but made of similar shadow.

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Frankly he'd recognized the girl's father. An old associate of his own's father. Hardly a promising start, especially when he and his were in such a vulnerable state. Granted "He and his" wasn't all that many-his mother, his sister, his advisor, his ward, and a former lover who was still close friend. Each of them had taken another shape, enchanted as he was. Red scales covered great portions of his torso, and he had wings, small horns, a tail, and massive taloned feet. That wasn't to speak of the claws, and his hair had grown out.

His ward, Seiran, was now trapped in a small spring on the grounds. Thankfully it linked to a subterranean river, and she could come inside when it got too bad outside. Or when she got bored. It led to the cellar, which had once been used for trading and sending items out-before the rains had filled it and linked it to other water sources. She'd be down there now, curled up with some of her new friends-a family of otters. She'd gotten off mostly easy-tail, gills. Oh, he supposed to webbed fins and green skin might scare people off.

His mother seemed to have taken the best to her change-a Lady Centaur. She ate more vegetables herself now, but she tended to busy herself taking care of the rest of them Her humanoid torso was covered in a sheen of grey fur, and her ears were pointier, but she hadn't gotten off too badly.

Daphne would be about soon, he was sure, and probably lecture him. She, like he, could fly-a winged Sphinx. She didn't talk in riddles though-she'd grown bored of them.  His sister and he had always been quite contrary to one another.

Tessa-well, she still hadn't forgiven him. She was a unicorn, and spent most of her time on the grounds-and only came in when the weather was awful, her mane soaked, and whinnying. Not that she couldn't talk-she just preferred to neigh at him indignantly.

Marie would slither about soon, he was sure.