lick your wounds

there's still light in me,
but there's a little bit of wolf in me too.

”Of course.” He thought to himself, hissing under his breath. Almost immediately, the Rift reaches out and shifts his magic. While he still retained the wolf nature of his, that second part of him, he watched with mute horror as his dark grey brown legs shifted to the blood red his wings would have shown during the day. The red part of him wasn’t the worst part of it, if Aedion had to be honest, the worst part was that when night came and his fur shifted into teal. How could he be feared and taken seriously? A giant blue wolf.

He growled, the sound reverberating as the portal began to leave him alone. But he slowly began to realize that he wasn’t alone at all. His gaze shifted, his scarred face shifted toward two small bodies (one much smaller than the other) as she lost her mind, though appeared to speak directly to him. He wanted to laugh at it, at the fear that the child had shown and the way she’d screamed to him – but he hadn’t a clue if she were Helovian, and if she were from the Rift when everything returned, he knew his parents would look down upon him in shame. So he stifled his growl and simply stared, shaking his head slightly to fix his ruby fur.

But there was another, the other one that smelled distinctly male that had his eyes roaming over to him as he placed himself between Aedion and the girl. He pinned him with a stare for what felt like forever before turning to the girl to tend to her leg, and Aedion grinned, revealing rows of sharp white teeth. “I have no interest in eating children.” He rumbled toward Eira, wondering if his deep baritone voice would resonate and calm the frightened girl. Then, as if to show that he wasn’t hungry for children, he calmed his anger at the ruby fur in place of darkness and shifted back into his true form.

Feathers and wings soon replaced the long fur on his spine, and his body grew slim and strong revealing his lean draft nature. The mask retained on his face, the skull marking stark against the darkness of his body. Yet the ruby of his fur leaked into the primaries of his feathers as he spread them wide, turning the scarred side of his face toward them with a small grin. “What are your names?” He questioned with a tilt of his head, wondering if perhaps these children had been sent here for him.

"Talk."

aedion

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