[ Noctis can't help his dismay even if he's suspected -- Ignis, half wolf and nearly feral, those eyes gleaming in the limited light, wickedly sharp teeth promising, at the very least, a world of pain, if not almost certain death. ]
Ignis.
[ He should be afraid, he should probably be less reckless -- but Noctis has always been reckless, barrelling ahead with only Ignis to temper him. And now here he is before him, the danger instead of the buffer, threat instead of protector.
But Noctis doesn't see him as the former -- even now he's still trying to protect him, and Noctis draws a little closer, struck by how ferocious he looks.
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[ Noctis can't help his dismay even if he's suspected -- Ignis, half wolf and nearly feral, those eyes gleaming in the limited light, wickedly sharp teeth promising, at the very least, a world of pain, if not almost certain death. ]
Ignis.
[ He should be afraid, he should probably be less reckless -- but Noctis has always been reckless, barrelling ahead with only Ignis to temper him. And now here he is before him, the danger instead of the buffer, threat instead of protector.
But Noctis doesn't see him as the former -- even now he's still trying to protect him, and Noctis draws a little closer, struck by how ferocious he looks.
And yet... he is still his Ignis. ]
Why? What happened --