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[ So there is werewolf!Ignis and werewolf!Prompto, locked safely in his room away from the others. Sparky and the rest of the chocobos are likewise ensconced away from any hungry predators, and all is... relatively well with the world. Mostly.

Noctis has just finished cleaning up what remains of the deer he had hunted and brought home for the both of them, and he's trying his hardest to ignore the smell of blood in the air and the fact that his most precious people in the world are pretty much... well, wolves. Who are being very much like wolves. But then again, who cares about self-preservation, right?

Also, speaking of self-preservation... ]

So... how are you two feeling? [ In the mood for Noctis-flavored kibble, or content with the deer he'd just fed them with? It was like an episode of Animal World in here, 2/10 he really does not recommend. ]

Edited 2018-06-23 01:58 (UTC)

[The groan Prompto would normally release at a time like this comes out in a bottle of whine instead, trailing off into a throaty grumble.]

I ate too much...

[He's curled into as much of a circle as he can on the floor, wiping his mouth on the back of his furry arm, trying not to look at himself. Congratulations, dogs are stupid and don't know when to stop eating, and poor Prompto's tummy is so small.

He may honestly be the universe's top contender for worst werewolf ever.]

[What an odd pair they make, Prompto the Universe's Worst Werewolf™ and Ignis the Frighteningly Apt One™, who seems to be spending the majority of his time forcing himself to sit upright like a human being and maintain his personal dignity rather than giving in to his canine influences, which is awfully hard to accomplish when he has to figure out sitting in a way that accommodates for his tail.]

About the same, I believe. Roughly as unpleasant as one might expect it to be, but I don't think either of us are in danger of going feral, at this point.

[Although, as soon as Ignis catches sight of Noctis, his ears are going to go straight up, and all of a sudden he's watching Prompto very intently.]

Is there word on a cure?

Okay, Prompto -- if you're going to barf, it's out the window or you're changing the sheets and cleaning up tonight.

[ Noctis tells him, resisting the urge to rub his tummy or something, which would probably make the barf come up faster. But honestly, why is his best friend so bad at being a doggo? And also, speaking of being bad, Ignis seems to be doing the entirely opposite, settling in with a dignified, if scary, air and he has to wonder if he's sitting right on his tail. Doesn't that hurt? ]

It's... going quite okay. I collected the stuff from the forest and combined them with Zelda's, so the others are putting in their own items as well. Seems like we kinda just... knew what to get.

[ A beat. ] No murderous thoughts lately? Nothing you want to eat or hunt down or kill?

[Prompto wuffs out a demonstrative sigh and rolls onto his tummy. He's not gonna barf, that'd be such a waste of a good deer.]

Nah, dude. I mean, yeah, everything? I even had a dream about chasing chocobos. But I don't need anything in particular, not after eating all that. ...Except maybe a chance to go outside.

[The last is more of a mumble. Of course he suggested locking himself away in the first place, but to be trapped, even with Iggy, even of his own volition--he can hear the clang of the Keep's iron bars in his extra-sensitive ears.

At this point, though, he notices the intensity of Ignis's attention and pauses. Picks his head up. Wags his tail a little, unspoken deference and affection and curiosity.]

What about you, Iggy?

No murderous thoughts, though — Prompto, forgive me, and I would appreciate it if you didn't take this personally — or literally, for that matter —

[He's visibly trying to restrain something, now; his hands are doing that thing where they tremble faintly again, and his composure is suddenly something ironclad with how hard he's forcing it.

Deliberately, his predator's gaze flicks to Noctis, lands on him, looks him over once, and when he turns back to Prompto, his lips are set in a thin line like he's fighting off the wolf's urge to show its teeth.]

That's mine.

[And that seems to alleviate some of the pressure, that declaration, and some of the sharp intention fades from his eyes as more of the wolf is pushed back, and more of Ignis reasserts himself.]

...Ah. I could likely do for a run, also. Perhaps if the two of us were to stick together, we could help keep each other in check?

[ In this moment, Noctis has the very sudden, very real memory of that time he watched a documentary on wolves who were peeing on everything. Prompto and Ignis didn't seem like the types, but then again, they're really, really wolf-like, and once that suspicion floats up, it really doesn't go away.

Noctis is listening right until Ignis bares his teeth and looks back at Prompto -- that savage response is all wolf, intent flashing bright and Noctis has no illusion of just what he means. He's his; somehow the wolf and man has come into some sort of weird synchronisation that's turned out to keep Ignis sane and centered. Prompto might have something similar as well, he's not sure -- but he's definitely game for anything as long as it keeps them both anchored and with him.

He's just glad they're not peeing on him. ]

Okay, uh. There are people out there who might hurt you guys as well, so we'll have to be careful. And other wolves, too -- which is really dangerous.

[ Oh, and: ] I'm coming along.

[Whoa there, Mr. Scientia. What big eyes Prompto has, taken aback by the ferocity of the claim.

Notably, he doesn't shrink down. He doesn't offer his throat. He doesn't answer at all, except for the flick of his own eyes towards Noct--not until Noct speaks and doesn't gainsay Ignis. Noct says okay, and even if it's part of okay, uh, it's not a rebuttal.

Lowering his head is the human way to give in; baring his soft parts, neck and belly, would be the wolf's. Prompto settles for a small nod Ignis's way, unobtrusive and not quite as submissive as other moves he's made.

After all, he disagrees. It's not that Noct is his, but he wouldn't say he's Iggy's, either. Not exactly. But he keeps that to himself, ears flicking to face Noctis.]

You sure that's a good idea, Noct? I mean, the one most in danger from other wolves is you.

[It's a struggle, this entire ordeal. Imposing his own will onto it isn't impossible, but it certainly takes effort, and sometimes he slips; still, forcing it is the best that he can do, at least until he's in a situation where it's safe to let the wolf temporarily take primacy while he lets his resolve recharge.

But matters of Noct, oddly enough, are one of the few areas where he and the wolf have managed to find some semblance of overlap. The wolf wants to slaughter him and Ignis wants to preserve him, but the one thing they at least both agree on is that nothing else is going to take him away from them. Ever.

It's easier when they agree. The notion of going out for a run is the same way — divergent motives, but similar approval.]

I agree with Prompto. I really don't think it's wise to have you out there with us, Noct.

I'll be up there in the trees while you run.

[ Warping, all that jazz. Noctis catches sight of Prompto's head tilt, realizing that he's looking to him for reference, and he has to suppress the urge to reach out and rub both their bellies because they're so dog-like right now it's terrible. Well, Prompto more than Ignis.

Ignis still looks ready to rip Noctis' head off, and as much as he trusts him, he's not looking to take the chance. There's a marked difference between the both of them and their transformation -- Prompto seems more easygoing; but with Ignis, it seems more of a constant fight. He doesn't understand it, not really, but he wants to cure them of it as quickly as he can. So he scratches behind Prompto's ears absently, then Ignis' because he's close enough. ]

We're a team, right? A pack.

[Well, can't argue with that--the logic or the petting. Prompto laughs and butts his head up into Noct's hand before rolling up to his knees and butting Ignis's side as well.]

Yeah!

[His tail's wagging for real now, happily and enthusiastically.]

I guess we could hunt some more while we're out, so we don't have to make too many outside trips. And if we run into trouble, Iggy and I can focus on the wolves, and Noct can watch our backs against the other townspeople so we don't hurt them. Right?

[He flops his front across Ignis's lap. Prompto's a touchy guy by nature, but he's never been this affectionate.]

Aw, I wish we could turn all the way into real wolves. I bet we could run so fast...

A...pack.

[Ah, now that's intriguing. That's a notion he can turn and twist and feed to the wolf, and see whether it finds it to its liking. Pack is something it understands, on some level; it's rooted in the same place that the urge to declare that's mine comes from. Pack is just an expansion of that, a branching-out from that's mine to this is ours.

And luckily, this train of thought happens to perfectly coincide with Prompto butting up against him, flopping down onto him, and the wolf tries to rear up and take control but Ignis fights it back, and stands his ground.

Ours, he chastises those instincts, like a silent smack to the nose with a newspaper. This is their pack. These are theirs.]

Well. Provided Noct is exercising the prudent care I know he will...

[It's complicated, logistically, to duck down and lightly headbutt someone who's flopped across your lap, but he somehow manages it anyway.]

...Then I suppose I don't see a problem with it.

Hey, I'm always prudent!

[ Probably! But he's pleased to see that it's working, Ignis accepting that term, settling in with Prompto comfortably. And trust Prompto, of course, to be so ridiculously puppy-like and reckless in his affection as he drapes over him.

They might be wolves, but Noctis can't help a surge of affection as he surveys them, his nearest and dearest, and he goes towards them anyway, wanting to be a part of it, too. They won't hurt him, and he's definitely sliding close for a nuzzle or two, not that he'll ever admit it. ]

So hey, does this make me the pack boss? Or do you two compete with each other for dominance or...

[Instead of a nuzzle, Noct actually gets a smack in the face from Prompto's happy tail.]

Oops, sorry, Noct.

[Prompto doesn't sound that sorry. He actually looks and sounds like he's holding back a snicker, eyes sliding slowly and knowingly from Noct up to Ignis.]

I mean, you are the leader of our party, right? [Not king, never king. Prompto will never call him that again, but the implication is there.] Unless Iggy here has any objections...

[It's almost a challenge, the way he says it. He would never "compete for dominance" on his own account against Ignis--he's not suicidal--but for Noct?

He can do, can be, anything.]

[Why yes, Prompto, thank you, he does know a challenge when he hears it, and goodness, the werewolf doesn't much like it. Fortunately, for all that the danger to Noctis grows the closer he gets to Ignis, the more that Ignis's own power over the wolf grows as well.

Before he can think better of it, before the wolf can rail and howl and protest, Ignis pounces on his opportunity and tilts his head back, chin up to bare his throat to Noct as he draws near.]

None wolf-soever.

[ Prompto, you sneaky pupperoo!

Noctis is grinning when his best friend so slyly and cheekily pushes him into the ring, and honestly he probably won't mind if Ignis takes to pack boss -- or alpha -- or whatever as long as everyone's comfortable with it.

But then when Ignis bares his throat to him elegantly, he hesitates, then looks to Prompto before eyeing Ignis right back. He's coming close that it's impossible not to see that gesture for what it is. The thing is, what's he supposed to do? ]

Uh... do I bite it? Or...?

[ Do people find out what happens when a human bites a werewolf... ]

[Prompto laughs and smacks Noct's shoulder, sheepish and tickled both.]

Haha, uh, I think that's for you and Iggy to figure out together, isn't it? I'm not gonna tell the pack boss what to do.

[Hehhehhehhhh. While he's turned to Noct and not Ignis, he lifts his eyebrows a couple times. Do you want to bite his neck, Noct? Hmmmmmmm?]

...Agreed. Far be it from me to instruct the pack boss.

[His teasing may not be as overt and bubbly as Prompto's, but that doesn't make it any less there.]

Do as you will with me, I suppose. I submit.

[The wolf inside him is furious, and yet it's growing quieter, like it's being forced back by the gravity of their humor, and the familiar old bond between the three of them.]

[ HEY, ASSHOLES

Noctis flushes impossibly pink and shoves at both Prompto and Ignis defensively! ] I don't know how it works! I don't remember how that documentary on Animal World went!

[ omg guys this is the worst. But this is comfortable and nice, shared humor amidst horrifying circumstances, and a part of him is warmly happy that Prompto and Ignis both are seeing the light in this situation.

But it doesn't mean he's not embarrassed! ]

[Chuckling, Prompto rolls with the shove back onto the floor, going comfortably belly-up so he can grin up at both of them.]

It's all symbolic anyway, even for wolves. Isn't it? You could probably pet his neck, I don't know how it works for werewolves either way.

[He bends one leg up and crosses the other leg over it at the knee, hands linked under his head.]

Though if you do bite him, warn me so I can close my eyes or something? You know I support you both all the time, no question, but there are things I don't need to see, dudes.

I'm sure I have no idea what you could possibly be referring to.

[The Prompto... is implied, but Iggy definitely has a way of doing things with his tone of voice to make implicit things sound as though he'd said them anyway.

Still, rather than continue to leave Noct feeling awkward, he lowers his head and leans back a little in his seat, mentally hip-checking the werewolf back into the deep recesses of his mind once again.]

Your turn, Prompto. Submit, or suffer the consequences.

Yeah, submit or suffer.

[ See, Ignis is on his side! Noctis doesn't hesitate, moving forward to give Prompto's stomach a good rubbing! What the hell you talking about, boy. He knows no such thing! But the tips of his ears are burning and he doesn't trust himself to look at Ignis because plenty of reasons and mostly because he's shy af. Look, it's weird and he hasn't figured it out totally yet and Prompto's comment just about ensures that Noctis will be even more merciless with him.

Vengeance! ]

D'you submit? [ PREPARE FOR MORE TUMMY RUBS. ]

[With a yelp, Prompto uncrosses his legs immediately, helplessly laughing as he rolls slightly away, trying to protect his stomach and sides.]

Yeah, yeah, submit! I submit! Noct is the alpha pack boss man, I never said he wasn't!

[The way his tail's spinning like a helicopter rotor lends no credibility to his protests.]

Stoppp, that tickles!

catch-all for june!

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