Event Six.

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If you see this hairy creature Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun.

he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting. But as the howl of wolves fills the air, it's anything but. There are werewolves on the prowl, and their target is very clear -- the Town won't be able to last without your help. Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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[photoshooter]

[Whine. Looking like the world's most shamefaced bad dog, face lowered and body low to the ground, Prompto nods without lifting his head an inch.]

Yeah. Yeah, my leg. Dude, d-don't look at me. Don't come any closer, I don't wanna... I, I'm dangerous.

[He crab-walks further away as Noct comes closer, but oh, man, the situation down his pants is too distracting, and he sits up, facing away from Noct.]

Seriously, don't look, I gotta--

[Gotta shove his hand down the ass of his pants and work something free. Flushed red down the back of his neck with a whine in his throat, fuzzy ears flattened down to his skull, he groans:]

What the hell, I have a tail! Noct, please! G-go stay with Iggy!

[nascere]

No, I'm not going anywhere!

[ Noctis tells him sharply, unwilling to leave. Prompto needs him, and he doesn't care that he's become a werewolf or something. He's watching with no small amount of horror and confusion when he sees the tail, the ears, just about everything that kind of makes him look... weird, but not terrifying.

No, there's something different about the transformation, and he can't help but move closer, putting a hand on his arm. ]

I wanna help you. You're not dangerous, you're my best friend.

[ Prompto won't hurt him, right? ] C'mon, let's go into the house and we can figure things out, okay?

[photoshooter]

[Appalled, Prompto pulls away from the touch, though he keeps his furry hands to himself and doesn't snap.]

Noct! I can't go in the house!

[Prompto's about a thousand times more horrified than Noct is, which is about how many times he needs to be in order to average out to the proper level of horror. Come on, dude, he's a monster!]

What if I bite someone? Wh-what if I hurt Sparky? I watch TV, I know how this works!

[nascere]

[ How can he not go in the house, he's Prompto, he isn't going to hurt anyone! Noctis can't imagine leaving him out in the cold, out where just about anyone can get to him. How could anyone think that Prompto will be a threat, even if he's a werewolf? Prompto looks distressed and horrified, which serves as a balance for the fact that Noctis is stubbornly, fiercely pushing aside common sense to get to him. ]

Those werewolves on TV aren't you!

[ He says sharply, because the last thing he wants is Prompto to turn tail (haha) and run away. ]

Are you gonna bite me? Or Sparky? Do you have weird urges or something?

[photoshooter]

Yes!

[Desperate, his voice catches the edge of a growl in his throat and he cuts himself off abruptly, eyes wide before he squeezes them shut and shrinks into his shoulders.]

K-kinda! I don't... I, I don't think I'd bite you. I think I can... I think you're safe.

[He admits that more quietly, uncertain, measuring the urge to lash out and bite against the rightness he feels around Noct. Center of the world, center of his world. He's scared, and he's dangerous for that much--a cornered animal is the wildest animal, and even before he was bitten, Prompto's done a lot of damage out of fear--but he's less scared around Noct.

Any added, wolfish aggression's translated for nervous little Prompto into small-scale territorialism, mostly, and Noct is safe from that. Not everyone is. Prompto shakes his head, whining urgently.]

But Sparky's little and helpless and he won't understand! He'll make noise or run around and I'll--I can't, Noct, I can't, not until the sun c-comes up.

[nascere]

[ Everything in his voice makes Noctis' heart hurt. So what if he's reckless? This is Prompto, and he trusts the man with his life. He trusts him beyond anything else he ever knows, reaching for him again. There's fur, of all things, and he can't help but stare at the tail, distracting and did it really come out from his butt?

Prompto is scared, which means Noctis mustn't be. He's scared and he needs Noctis, and so Noctis will be strong for him. ]

I'll take care of Sparky, Prompto. I won't let you hurt him, I promise. But you can't stay out here -- there are people who might want to hurt you.

[ Don't run away from me, he wants to say, frowning at him. ] I'm not gonna let you be alone.

[photoshooter]

[For once, it didn't even occur to Prompto that he could be the one hurt. As soon as he felt the change happening, all his panic faced outwards. Noct. Ignis. The chocobos. Their friends.

He squeezes his eyes shut but, this time, doesn't move away from Noct's hand, even though he twitches a little when it lands.

--Yes. Okay. The moment ends, and Prompto knows he won't ever hurt Noct, not like this.]

...There's nowhere to lock me up in the basement. Is there?

[The curse of an overfull house. Nowhere to chain up your errant demi-weres. Prompto gulps and stares down at the tops of his knees, the only thing he can see, all curled up.]

Maybe. That empty house in Flavo? Where I was trying to cook, remember?

[nascere]

[ Oh, Prompto.

It's just like him, isn't it -- to put everyone else above himself? It's always been the way he is, worried about what he would do to anyone else that he doesn't think of what others could do to him. But it's why Noctis is here; he has to be the one to look out for him, to take care of him however he can.

Prompto needs him now, and he can't turn away. ]

No, there isn't. There's our room, you'll be safe in there.

[ Because Noctis isn't going to let Prompto be alone with himself, curled up and miserable. Prompto won't hurt anyone, he's physically incapable of it. Noctis ventures close, gently petting his ears. ]

Our room, Prompto. Wolf or not, you still belong here. With me and Iggy.

[photoshooter]

...Uh-huh. Yeah...

[What else did he expect? They'd kept him even though he was something much more horrible, if perhaps less dangerous, than a wolf. If Noct and Iggy don't remember, it doesn't matter; Prompto does. Prompto can never, ever forget. It's part of him, that thump of friendly fist against his chest, the dismay that never came.

Prompto's eyes drift closed under the soft movement of Noct's fingers over his ears. Without thinking about, he lifts his chin, opens his mouth, revealing all those sharp teeth--

And licks Noct's palm.

A beat passes.]

Oh, shit, dude, I--I'm so sorry, I can't believe I did that! Aw, gross!

[nascere]

Yeah, uh.

[ So that's a thing, isn't it? He looks down at where Prompto just licked his palm, which is really weird but honestly no weirder than the fact that his best, best friend in the world is half-wolf right now and is actually really cute.

Sharp teeth are a lot less cute but whatever, the point is: Prompto isn't about to escape into the forest alone and hide from him or whatever, and like this, he can keep him safe.

Heh. Noctis gives him a crooked grin. ]

You're never gonna live that down, I'm just saying.

[photoshooter]

You're the one who started petting me like I'm a dog!

[He's so embarrassed, but embarrassment is better than bloodlust. With a frustrated whine, Prompto pulls the collar of his jacket up over his face and tips over onto his side; no, actually, he pulls his jacket completely over his head.

Ah, yes, Prompto-grade dramatics.]

I'm gonna rip up all your toilet paper and pee all over your room, you jerk!

[nascere]

[ Noctis laughs delightedly, patting him on the head -- well, on his jacket-covered head. ]

C'mon, boy! Let's go home and if you behave, I'll take you out on walks.

[ YEAH THIS IS YOUR BEST FRIEND NOW, PROMPTO. Also what's the point of having one if they can't tease you mercilessly amirite. ]