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"How do all of you manage to keep track of it all?" Keralis' head has a curious tilt to it, one that he easily recognizes from the younger members of his old pack. "Especially when all the students go off on their Hunts?"

Jacq has a knowing look on his face as he glances towards Xisuma, a look on his face that screams that he can tell just what Keralis might be by the way the man had phrased his sentence. It is no secret to Jacq as to what he himself is, and it was a night when they both were drunk when the man had managed to convince him how to tell if someone might be a werewolf, whether they be born as one or turned into one. Xisuma wasn't surprised that his friend had managed to remember what he had told him even though he knew that both were practically wasted that night.

Both Jacq and Xisuma eventually shrug in response to the question as Xisuma waves to his friend to try and ignore the phrasing, the man knowing full well that that is the best course of action. While they all know that some of the temporary staff are werewolves, a few of his fellow staff have proven that the idea of werewolves being near or in the school made them a bit... unreasonable. Most of them were fine with the thought that there were none in or on school grounds, but to have actual teachers and students among their numbers... There was a reason that Xisuma had chosen to keep quiet about the wolf that prowls his mind, and he's thankful that Jacq had a somewhat normal and reasonable reaction to Xisuma shifting in front of him for the first time, accidental as it was.

"You get used to it, over the years." Xisuma frowns, though, in response to the comment. "Though, by the sounds of it, this is something that your Academy doesn't do."

Keralis' huff and shake of his head is almost canine-like, and it causes a curious whine from his wolf. She doesn't show much interest in anything he does when it comes to stuff for Uva, or any stuff for that matter during the few weeks far before a full moon, let alone during the week directly after it, but this is the second time she had some kind of reaction so soon after a full moon. There is something about this Keralis that is sparking Eris' interest, and he's not sure how to respond to it.

"We... the island is small, too small to allow for something like this. It doesn't help that a fair number of the students are werewolves, and with the rules of their Packs, they shouldn't be too far from academy grounds. The Packs find that it's safer for them this way."

Xisuma hums in thought, not too sure how to feel about that. He gets it, in a way. His birth Pack wouldn't allow any of the pups to go too far from their inner territory; it's an instinct he even feels now. To see so many of the kids take off into the rest of the peninsula grates him in a way that reminds him of his childhood and young adulthood. It is an instinct that Xisuma had to learn how to work around, especially since he knows that the students’ Pokémon as well as near on every other person living in the Paldea region keeps a watchful eye on the students, ensuring their safety.

Despite knowing that, his instincts still demand to keep the children close.

"That is..." Jacq sighs, locking eyes with Xisuma as both of them think of the possibility that might be an issue for Xisuma later in the school year, "it is not something that Uva is equipped to handle. No wolves have dormed here before, and I'm not sure if the local wolf has shared any information about wolf or Pack life with Clavell and the nurses. You'll either have to approach Clavell about what he knows or to have him contact the wolf for you."

There is a look of consideration on Keralis' face after that, and he nods to the words. He knows that, more likely than not, he'll be getting some sort of message from the Director about the strange wolves wanting to talk to him. If that is to come, he's going to have to consider how he's going to talk to him. While it's a near-on certainty that they are able to tell that Xisuma smells like a wolf, he's not even sure if any of them realized that he is a wolf. Most of his fellow staff may not be able to figure it out, but wolves tend to be more perspective towards their surroundings, especially when it comes to traversing across a Pack's or loner's territory.

"I... We will take that into consideration," Keralis eventually states, eyes flickering back up to the other teachers' faces from where it had fallen to the table.

Xisuma doesn't doubt that they will. The only thing is, he doesn't know who he'll end up talking to if they ever decide to reach out as wolves seeking answers from the local.

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There is a distant itch at the back of his mind as he crosses the fields; the Little Terror's footsteps being the only thing he can hear. She's not silent, not yet, and they both know that she'll be as quiet as him in time. For his instincts, it is a knowledge that has her purring in happiness at the back of his mind. While not his brood by blood, and with the pup not being the same species as him, it pleases Eris to have the ability to teach a pup how to hunt.

And with Eris and his instincts at the forefront of his mind...

"Why has this wolf caught your attention?" He eventually whispers to the representation of his instincts, giving into the urge to rub his scent across a nearby tree. It bows and creaks in protest to his weight, not properly grown to a thickness that can handle a full-grown werewolf. "Why is a turned wolf from an island and not one of the others from the rest of the peninsula, or the rest of the continent?"

The manifestation simply huffs in response, flashes of something crossing his mind's eye. She hasn't been this enigmatic for a long time, this secretive and iffy that it grates on his nerves when trying to figure out what the being wants. The last time he had to deal with Eris being near-on unapproachable and eyeing nearby people was when he was nearing...

Xisuma sighs when a smugness fills his mind, nudging the Little Terror forward and ahead of him when she whines in confusion when he stops. Along with the smugness comes a wave of want and lust, one that he brushes aside with some difficulty. He doesn't manage to brush aside and ignore the imagination of being filled and knotted over and over again, not able to shove down the whimper that bubbles from his chest. Xisuma is thankful that he had made the pup move ahead of him, the wind dragging the smell of his wetness away instead of towards.

"You just want a good lay?" He asks his instincts as they start to loop back to their starting spot, not really expecting a response as he huffs a change to their destination to the Houndour. "Despite the very high risks of bedding another wolf during a heat?"

"A pack will be better than one." Eris finally states before going quiet again, the wolf that represents her in his mind sulking in a spot that keeps her at the forefront.

It is there that she stops hiding the feeling of heat slowly but surely bubbling closer, of the needy want to be filled over and over again. With him now aware of the impending heat that he's soon to deal with, Eris will have no issue bombarding him with the craving to be bent over and filled with cock and cum, for him to give into the urge to find a suitable male wolf and be mounted and knotted. Though, it seems like she might've found a wolf that she finds to be suitable for her and his tastes.

He knew that, when Director Clavell came to him with the wee thing in hand, that taking on a Houndour pup would be difficult, especially if he considered the fact that classes at the academy were soon to start. It was a concern that even the director voiced his opinion on it, warning the man that it’ll be alright if he ends up giving the pup back if it got too much.

Despite the concern and worry, it was a thing that Xisuma felt that he was able to handle. Even with all of the warnings, he felt as if he would be able to handle the pup, especially if he considered his secret only the Director and one other member of the staff knows of. If it wasn't for that slip up, Jacq would've never known that a werewolf lived within walking distance of the academy.

Shaking his head, the werewolf whistles to the pup to gain her attention. Her head pops up from where it rests on her front paws, a curious look on her face as she tilts her head. The look nearly has Xisuma wilting from the cuteness overload, barely resisting the urge to coo at the pup. A twitch of his fingertips has the pup getting up and bounding towards him; happiness clear in the way she runs towards him.

It might have been a week since the Little Terror had joined his life, and Xisuma loved every second of it. His life had been a lonely one since he left his pack, lonely despite the friends and companions he's made since becoming a teacher at the academy. Jacq and Raifort might be great friends, but they just quite don't hit the spot when it comes to his instincts. Only another werewolf or canine is capable of doing that, and the Director had helpfully scratched that itch by providing the Houndour that now walks by his side.

It is Raifort and her Pokémon that join the pair as they head up to the academy; and the Zoroark quickly disguises itself as another Hondour when it spots the Terror that is his own. If he didn't know any better, and if it wasn't for his strong sense of smell, Xisuma is sure that he would mix the two up.

"You know the teachers and students from Blueberry will be coming in today?" This question was an unexpected one, but he was expecting one from the woman as they traveled up the path. "Of what some of them are?"

Xisuma sighs, shaking his head when he hears the second question pass his friend's lips.

"Yes, I know that some of them are werewolves. It is something that Clavell had brought to our attention at the same time he told us that this is the year we'll be hosting some of the other academy's students and teachers." He side-eyes the woman when she makes an aggravated noise. "As long as they behave themselves and are contained during the full moons, as the nearby werewolf had requested, it shouldn't be too much of an issue."

"But that's the thing!" Raifort's disbelief in his statement is obvious. "We're doing just fine with one well behaved werewolf, why is it that Clavell agreed to have more of the wolves around us? Especially since a few of them are wolves that were recently turned?"

That is something that Xisuma questions himself, considering the issues he's dealt with when it came to the wolves that have been turned when he was still living with the Void Pack. They have no control over their shifts, no control over their instincts in wolf form, and it is a lucky few who have control over their instincts in human form. It was a fair feral few who had tried to mate with unclaimed females in heat when they wandered past the Pack's territory, leaving behind lasting scars on the bodies of him and several of his kin.

Xisuma is lucky that the academy doesn't have any turned werewolves living close to it, both in the civilized and feral department. He's not sure if he would have agreed to take the teaching position if there were any nearby. It is an annoyance he's yet to get over despite how long it's been since he's become a lone wolf.

   "I'm sure that they're willing to listen to the requests of our resident wolf," of my requests, he silently thinks instead of saying out loud, "or else they wouldn't have agreed to it and brought their turned wolves with them. Those wolves would have been left behind, otherwise."

Raifort huffs at the things he points out, crossing her arms and falling into silence. While it is a silence that he does not particularly like, it is a silence that Xisuma accepts as they continue their walk to the academy.

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It is a bustle of activity that the four find when they finally get to the academy, and it is a small whimper from his Little Terror that has Xisuma turning away from the crowds before them. The Terror has her ears pinned down to her head, whale eyes eying everything around them.

It is of no surprise to him that his pup is spooked by the noise and crowd, as he has yet to properly introduce her to something like this. She's pressed close to him, keeping Raifort and her Zoroark as barriers from the noise on their right side. As much as he had wanted to avoid loud settings, Xisuma shouldn't have waited this long to introduce the Houndour pup to large crowds and the loud noises that come with it.

She starts to calm as he softly speaks to her, leaning into one of the hands that cups her face. It is a softness that is rare to see from this specific Pokémon and its evolutionary line, an extremely rare softness that is only shared with other Houndour and Houndoom. Xisuma is half certain that it's due to what he is, and due to how he had practically raised the Little Terror from egg-hood.

He can feel Raifort's eyes on his back as he stands, a hand resting on the pup's head as he turns to face the tall woman. Her eyes swiftly look away when he turns to her, not saying a word as she and her Pokémon move forward again. Xisuma hesitates a bit before moving after them, making sure his Little Terror moves forward with him. He doesn't want to leave the poor thing behind.

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It is with a complicated heart that Xisuma faces the teachers and students from Blueberry. His heart is happy, to an extent, that he is now one of six werewolves in the area now. It is also unhappy with the fact that none of these wolves are of his Pack, especially since three of their scents identify them as turned wolves.

Two of the turned are students, their eyes wide as they stare at the Entrance Hall that surrounds them. It is quite a sight to see; that is something he knows well despite how long it's been. It is a feeling that he felt when he first arrived in Mesagoza and the academy.

The third turned is one of the three teachers that are temporarily joining their numbers, a curious gaze in his eyes as he studies his surroundings. There are obvious scars from a werewolf attack on his face, either from the day he was turned or from scuffles in the Pack he is a part of. They leave a trail down an eye and over his mouth, and the part of another set of scratches vanishing up and under his hair.

Despite the scars, it doesn't take from the beauty that the man holds. His eyes are clear and a deep brown, and the wolf's amusement is as obvious as the time of day. The arch of his brows is perfect for Xisuma to stare at despite the scars that run through one of them, and the shape of his lips are unaffected by their own set of scars. He's sure that, if allowed, he could go days tracing both features and scars unbothered.

Shaking his head of both thoughts and feelings, Xisuma steps forward to greet the newcomers.

"So, the nine of you are our guests?" He smiles as kindly as possible as he shakes first the hands of the three teachers, then the hands of the six students. "I am Xisuma, one of the biology teachers here at Uva Academy. On my right is Raifort, one of the history teachers here. I am sure that you'll enjoy your time here."

It is the turned teacher that responds to him, his own smile wide but unthreatening. One of the lower ranks in the Pack, then. His head is even lower than the other teachers he stands next to.

"I am Keralis, and I'll be joining you among the ranks of biology for the year." If he had a tail in this form, Xisuma is sure that it would be wagging up a storm. "And I'm sure that we will have a great time here!"

The pain is sharp and lingering as the whip cracks across his back, the wetness he feels running down he knows is his blood. He clenches his jaw to hold back the sound of pain that threatens to bubble out, his body jolting and jumping the only thing that shows his pain.

“Ten more.” A voice calls out, one Joe feels like he should recognize but doesn’t. Is this another…?

Another crack of the whip has him jolting, and his throat closes on the breath of air he tries to breathe in. Pulling on the chains, the thought that this isn’t his experience crosses Joe’s mind as the whip snaps across his back again.

With the sharp jolt of pain, Joe doesn’t hold back the scream as someone shakes his shoulders, bright blue eyes staring into his one. The hands that tightly clench around his shoulders feel like warm metal, a few of the fingers pinching his skin between some of the joints.

Joe doesn’t realize he’s been screaming until he’s gasping for air, throat sore while the person in front of him is saying something he doesn’t understand. Another hand briefly comes into view, green and furry as it fixes his tilted glasses better onto his face.

Biffa’s face soon comes into better view, concern clear on his face. His hands are still on Joe’s shoulders, now loose with their hold on him. Two seconds barely pass before Joe’s shooting forward, pulling the other man into a hug.

That vision felt too real, and Joe knows exactly what that means: he was experiencing it as it was happening.

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The smell of blood is strong in the air when Moven is brought back to his shared room, sweaty and drained of energy from the ten-mile run he was forced to do. His nose wrinkles at the smell as the door lock shut behind him, eyes looking for the newest addition. The other unwilling occupant is there, surprisingly laying on the second bed with his back to the door. He’s lying limp on the bedding, tail on the floor, and back covered in bandages.

Moven freezes at seeing the bandages, breath catching in his throat. Creeping forward, the smell of blood strengthens the closer he gets to Xisuma. He stops moving when the other shifts with a moan of pain, hand nearly a hair away from touching his back. The smell is overwhelming with Moven hovering there, spots of red welling up on the white.

What have they done to you?

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Accepting the folder that’s handed to him, Michael quickly flips through the pages within. A few of the pages are filled with photos, the being they show an avian with large black wings and a handful of crows fluttering around. He recognizes this creature as Philza Minecraft, a deadly player in and of himself. Even if he wasn’t a danger to his people if things come down to a fight, the piglin that’s constantly seen with him will definitely be a problem.

“Too high profile and dangerous,” Michael states as he hands back the folder, “next.”

Another folder is given to him, ignoring the skipping of James trying to keep up in favor of going through the folder. The person within the photos is virtually undescriptive, looking like every other person that one would meet in the main hubs. His surroundings are that of a farm, the only other creatures in sight being the typical animals you’d find on one.

Stopping mid-step, he turns to stare James down. “Explain.”

The cyborg places his bag on the table, a frown on his face as his communicator rings and rings without an answer. The same thing had happened the day before, not long after reading the letter he got through the mail. He had brushed aside the concern, thinking that his friend was too busy and distracted working on something to pick up.

His frown deepens when it goes to voicemail, groaning as he runs a hand through his hair. Slouching into the nearest chair, Biffa presses the call button again and hears the familiar ringtone.

“Come on, X,” he mutters. “Pick up. You shouldn’t be that busy. Not at lunch time.”

The communicator rings and rings, and his friend still doesn’t pick up. Biffa’s head thunks against the table when the call goes to voicemail again, concern and worry running through his mind. Wondering why the voidwalker isn’t picking up, his head shoots up at the sound of footsteps somewhere deeper in the apartment.

Standing, Biffa grabs a nearby knife and stalks down the hallway. A muttered curse can barely be heard, the voice somewhat unfamiliar to his ears. Stopping by the last door, he pushes it open and rushes at the person on the other side.

The person yelps and throws up their hands, shock clear in their eyes as their cybernetic one barely lights up the room. Biffa freezes, meeting the elf’s eyes and seeing the worry and fear hiding behind the shock.

“Iskall?” He asks, lowering the knife. “Why are you here? How’d you even get in?”

“It’s about Xisuma.”

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Xisuma takes note of the cold floor against his legs as he slowly wakes, the dress he’s wearing doing nothing to keep his body warm. The feeling of a thick pair of shackles around his hands makes it’s way through the fog, preventing him from tugging at the split skirt, locking them in place by the floor in front of him. The voidwalker shivers and shifts in place under the eyes he feels running up and down his body, the look feeling hungry to his senses.

He looks up at the sound of pistons firing, the face he sees walking through the glass blocks that were pulled aside is an unfamiliar one. A smirk is on the man’s face as he enters with a pip in his step, glee and lust filling his eyes as he talks to another through his earpiece. The language that he speaks is unfamiliar, the tone and look on the person’s face that is speaking it souring it for him.

Xisuma jerks his head back when the man reaches out to touch his face, a growl filling the room. The resounding slap is loud and sharp in his ears, cheek stinging where the man’s hand had landed. Slim fingers soon find their way to his hair, pulling the strands roughly as he’s forced to look up.

Pulling tightly at the shackles and feeling some pain, his eyes widened at the sound of a zipper opening. A whimper he couldn’t hold back makes the smirk turn into a widening grin, heart sinking at the dark look in the man’s eyes. Pushing back on the hand curled tightly in his hair, Xisuma snaps his mouth shut as the man pulls his cock free of his pants.

“Today,” a voice says through some speakers, the sound crackling a bit, “we’ll be assessing your ability to give a blow job. If you bite or scratch him in any way, your punishment will be harsh.”

The man looming above him hums in agreement, roughly tugging at his hair as he stares at the voidwalker with lust in his eyes. His cock stands at half-mast at eye level, the long and slim member getting a better treatment than Xisuma’s hair as it’s stroked to attention.

It’s barely half hard when the head nudges at his mouth, and his pull away results in a harsh pull of his hair. A dark look briefly flickers on the man’s face before he’s nudging his dick against Xisuma’s lips, a bit more forceful this time.

The growl he gives has the man pulling his head back, pain sharp and clear in his mind as muttered words fill the air. The pain cuts off the growl, and Xisuma hisses at the feeling that shoots through him. His wrists ache from where the shackles dig into them, the chains pulled taunt. After what feels like seconds, a rough hand pulls his chin forward, fingers finding their way into his mouth and forcing it open.

Fingers are replaced with a thicker appendage once his mouth is wide enough, head quickly forced down with rough hands seconds after the cock’s head passes Xisuma’s lips. He gags on the salty cock as it hits the back of his throat, nose flush to the nest of hair as the man bottoms out.

Nausea fills him as the man above him groans in pleasure, the pull back and thrust forward rough as it robs him of air. Despite the threat that was said what feels like hours ago, Xisuma bites down and hears a yelp of pain as the hands in his hair disappear. Blood fills his mouth as the cock goes limp, the looming presence above him gone as he watches the man curl up on the floor.

He grins as pistons fire, an alarm going off in the hallway as several people rush into the room, spitting the detached limb out. Three of the newcomers rush at him, one of them holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid. Xisuma hisses at the group, pulling the chain taunt as he pulls away as far back as he can.

The clearing of a throat on the speakers has the two admins looking to the front of the room, a tapping noise soon following. Several of the others around them flinch at the sound, and Dream curls up in his seat, hands clamping down over his ears.

No apologies come through the speakers, though Dream can feel the presence of eyes on his skin. Shoulders tight, he turns forward, hearing the avian next to him shifting in his seat.

“Normally I’m not here for these kinds of gatherings,” comes the familiarly staticky voice of one of the Devs, “but the others and I agree that this is something all three of our groups should work together on.”

The glowing eyes of the Dev flicker to the being next to them, and he feels Grian tense up as they follow the Dev’s gaze. A Watcher stands on the stage as well, floating a bit above the wood as their wings arch behind them. The familiar symbol of the Watchers pulse with a purple light, sharp teeth flashing in the light. A hand appears out of the robes, and Dream hears the shuffling of feathers as Grian’s wings practically vibrate next to him.

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Michael shuts the door with a soft click, walking up to the window to stand by the scientist. May gives him a short nod, not even looking up from the floor below them. Below them is the room for the voidwalkers, the occupants as far from each other as possible.

The younger of the two is on his bed, head resting against his knees. His voice is quiet and hard to hear as he speaks to the other voidwalker, speaking in that strange language of theirs. The cat-like being responds in a soft tone from where he sits by the door, tail curled around his feet. A confused and curious look is on his face, fingers picking at one of the bandages around his wrists.

“When will his training begin?” Michael asks, crossing his arms. “Soon, right? I’m sure a few of the others will be willing to help out.”

May snorts, shaking her head as she jabs her pen onto her notebook. She writes several more things down before she responds, giving him a dark look.

“None of the teams will have a hand in his training.” Her look darkens at the shift in his eyes. “I’m serious. You lot are needed in getting the merchandise, there’s no need or want for you to do anything else when you bring it in. The other staff and I can deal with his training.”

He huffs, certain that some of his crew will be… slightly disappointed at the news. How any of them can find the creature attractive has him at a loss, and they wanted a hand in breaking it in. Besides, they’re better off without the distraction.

“Why are you watching them in the first place?” Michael asks instead of probing more, turning away from the woman.

“To see how they interact with each other.” The sound of the pen scratching at the paper causes one of Michael’s eyes to twitch. “We’ve never seen his species before, let alone see how members of it interact with others. I can’t pass this chance to study him before breaking him.”

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Pulling on the chain, the bulky man nods as he straightens up. He gives a thumbs up to the wall, knowing that the two scientists behind it will see the action. A voice echoes over the speakers, and he winces at the staticky sound.

“Thank you for your help, Samuel.” The voice says, slight annoyance clear in the tone. “You may take your break now.”

Samuel nods, heading out the door with a stretch. While strange was the request, it had gotten the meeting his team had with their leader out of his head for a bit. Having Michael grilling them a new one despite their capture of an asset had him feeling down.

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Moven slinks forward, crouched low to the ground as he keeps eye contact with the older voidwalker. Fear is clear in the being’s eyes, and the being flinches away with a hiss when he takes a step too close for his comfort. Quickly backing up, his legs bang and scrap against the bed behind him.

“╎'ᒲ ᓭ𝙹∷∷||, ||𝙹⚍∷ ⍑╎⊣⍑リᒷᓭᓭ.” The teen whimpers, eyes wide as he zeros in on the lashing tail. “╎'ᒲ ᓭ𝙹 ᓭ𝙹∷∷||!”

Hands shaking, he slowly moves towards the other bed. Eyes still on the older voidwalker, Moven finds his way to the shared closet. Opening the door, he feels around without turning towards the opening. Feeling what he’s looking for, Moven pulls out one of the two articles of clothing.

Quickly glancing at it, eyes going back to meet the other’s eyes again, Moven winces at the sight of what he grabbed, though he knows it’s bound to fit the bulkier being. It’s green and dress-like, with two large splits on either side of the skirt for easier movement. There are two belts that loop around the waist, the rope blue in color and the cloth the same shade of green as the dress. He knows that there are armbands that are supposed to go with it, but Moven had shoved them into the other dresser upon finding them.

Shaking his head, Moven edges towards the other bed and places the dress on it. He’s quick to move away from it, curling up on his own bed.

“ℸ ̣ ⍑ᔑℸ ̣  ╎ᓭ ||𝙹⚍∷ᓭ.” He tells the being. “╎ℸ ̣  ᓭ⍑𝙹⚍ꖎ↸ ⎓╎ℸ ̣  ||𝙹⚍.”

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Michael lingers at the doorway, eyes unwavering from the solid iron doors in front of him. The small call from James has him shaking his head, turning away with a dark look forming on his face. James flinches when he turns to the younger man, his eyes quickly focusing on the floor.

“Get the others,” he tells him. “We’re going to have to talk about the mission.”

Michael doesn’t wait for an answer, heading off towards the personal wing of the building. Pulling at one of the straps of his suit, Michael shoves the thoughts about the compound's newest addition to the side. The last thing he thinks of is to keep an eye on the being, simply to make sure the voidwalker doesn’t die on them before it becomes useful.

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Dream frowns, following the rest of the group inside. His com. and he assumes coms of the others as well, had made a noise every admin knows well: something horrible is happening, and they need to meet NOW. The being stopped the roleplay he was involved in, despite the importance to the server’s story it had, and left the Dream SMP with apologies on the wind behind him. Left in the care of his grandfather, Dream simply hoped that nothing burns down during the time he’s not there.

Settling down in one of the empty chairs, Dream turns to the nearest person. The quick look at shaking brown wings has him thinking twice, but Dream trudges forward and clears his throat. The avian looks up at him, and Grian gives him a tight-lipped smile.

“Do you’ve got any idea of what’s going on? Why were we called here?”