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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[unfatalist]

[His lips pull back just slightly, out of sheer frustration, and his hands tremble again as he makes himself pull back, rolling off of Noctis and pushing himself back up into a crouch, where he can hug his knee and try to keep himself anchored despite how he's shaking from the desire to spring again.]

Very well. If that's how you'd have it, then I'll protect you alone.

[He lowers his forehead, resting it against the top of his knee, and shakes all over from the effort of keeping himself still.]

You will be safe, Noct. Mark my words about that.

[nascere]

[ Ignis lifts himself off of him, the weight suddenly gone and he sits up, hands flat behind his back to brace himself. But it doesn't take long before he registers Ignis curling up, shaking as if he's trying to fight off something -- age old, primal instinct, perhaps.

So he crawls over to him, fearless and recklessly, prodigiously concerned for him. Nevermind that Ignis is a danger to him, to himself -- Ignis remains first and foremost his confidant, his oldest, closest companion, the man who had been with him through the best and worst of times. If he tells him he'll be safe, then he will be. ]

Hey...

[ He says softly, reaching out to touch his hair, to touch him. ]

We're gonna be in this together. Prompto turned, too. He can help as well.

[unfatalist]

[It's exactly what he doesn't want, exactly what he'd begged Noctis not to do. But there's no changing Noctis, not really, and he supposes on some level Noctis wouldn't be Noctis unless he was making his choices like this, every time, no matter how reckless.]

I could've stayed away.

[He says it under his breath, more to himself than to Noctis, and yet there's no mistaking that these words are intended for Noct, soft and stricken as they are.]

I thought about it. But I thought that abandoning you while I dealt with this would be too grave a sin. I don't care what this takes from me, to fight it. I'll fight it every gods-damned minute, but I will not abandon you.

[nascere]

[ Because here is the truth, Ignis: he will choose Ignis, every single damn time. Whatever choice is presented to him, himself or Ignis, he'll choose him. Ignis has given up so much for Noctis, devoted so much of his life to him -- Noctis knows all of it right to his bones.

Because of Noctis, Ignis hadn't had a normal childhood -- he was groomed for a special position since he was very young, and he had carried out all his duties without complaint, cared for and protected Noctis, became his friend and his closest confidant as the years passed.

How can Noctis abandon him now? He's crouching beside him, frowning. ]

If you ran away from me, I'd come after you every single time.

[ He says softly, a hand resting on his shoulder and squeezing. Ignis must be suffering, fighting against the wolf-like nature, struggling to keep himself here. ] I won't abandon you, either. So if you ask me to do that again, I'm going to have to punch you. Probably. Okay?