✧ claws and fangs

[quicksilverwings]

[Ciar has been living on the edge of town for a while. Nobody, at least, messes with the dragon. He pays no attention to whatever the rumors might say about him. He just wants to mind his own business.

It's a nice, quiet little existence, if a little bit of a lonely one. At the moment, he's curled up with a blanket and a good book, listening to the rain outside. Though a bit of noise that is very much not the rain catches his attention, making him look up.]

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[takesitall]

...should I find pants? Somehow?

[Since STILL NAKED]

[quicksilverwings]

Oh, um-- I've got some you can borrow! They'll be a little big, but it's better than nothing...

[takesitall]

Yeah. I know not-wolves are...a little weird about sleeping naked, and I don't want to make things awkward.

[quicksilverwings]

I'm in a weird spot where it's less weird for me if I'm not in this form, but my dragon form wouldn't be very comfortable for a pile, so...

[He hops up.]

I'll go get the pants, I'll be right back!

[takesitall]

...yeah, scales would hurt. I'll wait right here!

[quicksilverwings]

[Hurrying off to get the pants! They're clearly too small for Ciar--ones he must have outgrown at some point--and they have a drawstring.]

Here, these should be okay!

[takesitall]

[On go the pants (he turns to make sure he doesn't flash Ciar)!]

Ooh, comfy. And soft!

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah! Those used to be my favorites before I outgrew them!

[takesitall]

Can I keep them?

[quicksilverwings]

Yeah, definitely.

[He smiles, then holds out his hand to Kakavasha.]

Come on, I'll show you the sleeping area.

[takesitall]

[He takes Ciar's hand almost shyly.]

Thanks again, Ciar.

[quicksilverwings]

Of course.

[It's not far to the sleeping area, which is more or less just a blanket fort with a nest of more blankets and pillows inside. There's a few books here, and a chunk of magic crystal, which emits a soft glow and quiet noises from outside--which right now is mostly just the rain still.]

Here we are!

[takesitall]

[Kakavasha's eyes light up.]

I love it! It looks so comfortable and warm...

[quicksilverwings]

And I bet it'll be even warmer with the both of us...

[Into the nest!]

You can adjust stuff however you'd like in here.

[takesitall]

[Kakavasha follows, adjusting some pillows and blankets to make things a little more comfortable for him.]

This'll be good, I think. [A yawn.] Mm, thanks again, Ciar...

[quicksilverwings]

You're welcome, Kakavasha.

[He smiles a little, yawning as well. He picks up the crystal, dimming its glow slightly and making the noises a bit louder with magic before setting it just outside the blanket fort-- close enough to still hear it, but also just to muffle it slightly.

He smiles and settles in, waiting for Kakavasha to do the same.]

[takesitall]

[He settles down almost instantly, curling up near Ciar and falling asleep pretty quickly.]

[quicksilverwings]

[Ciar puts an arm over him and is out like a light soon after.

They settle into a comfortable life like that, with Ciar caring for Kakavasha, and Kakavasha becoming something of a protector for him in turn.

They're a little older now, and on a rare trip into town--Ciar's expanded his lair considerably and they decided to get more things for the place while they were out to get food. The plan got a little derailed after Kakavasha dealt with a would-be mugger that Ciar hadn't noticed. Right now, the two of them are sitting on a bench, Ciar worriedly checking the werewolf over.]

I'm sorry, Kakavasha, I should've been paying more attention...

[takesitall]

[Kakavasha shrugs, but he winces.]

It's fine. He had a regular knife, at least, so it'll heal eventually.

[quicksilverwings]

Still.

[He does have a first aid kit on him, so he'll get it out and start patching the injury up.]

[takesitall]

[It's a nasty slash.]

Still nothing. I heal, you don't. It's fine.

[quicksilverwings]

It doesn't feel fine... I don't like it when you get hurt, especially for my sake.

[As he carefully takes care of the slash.]

I can heal, it's just not as quickly as you do.

[takesitall]

I know, but I'd rather take the hits than you if I can, Ciar.

[quicksilverwings]

Still don't like seeing you get hurt...

[He's pouting a bit as he works.]

... But I do appreciate you looking out for me. I'll be more careful.

[So this won't have to happen again.]

[takesitall]

And I'll be there if something happens all the same. You're not getting hurt if I can help it.