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[ Angel Devil. ]
[  chatcube, or action. ]
[ if you're visiting the rose barn,
look for the door with the creepy bat-and-angel-wing sigil on it. Knock first! Or get zapped. ]

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[finalbows]

...I want to...

[ a little faltering pause. long breath out. its not that he's shy. it's just that starting to speak the words made him dizzy with how much he wants to, and this form is prone to yearnings that are so much stronger than is natural to him. ]

I want to hunt something with you. We need the meat, anyway.
That should get us something.

[wants_the_phd]

[She perks up]

Oh...! That would be fun, actually.

When?

[finalbows]

[ where is that BONE. aha. it appears in the cube's mouth again as he worries at it. ]

How are you feeling tonight? Not all that frisky?

[wants_the_phd]

[she's quiet a moment as she flexes a little, testing her crunchy joints.]

I'm feeling pretty okay right now, actually.

I had a good sleep, and a long soak in the hot spring [hence why it took so long to find his note on the fridge]. I could go now.

[The sooner the better, honestly. She's feeling more shitty every day.]

[finalbows]

[ ...chewing stops. ]

[ wolfcube's tail wags. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Cute...]

Lemme get changed and I'll meet you out front.

[finalbows]

Need the time to walk back, anyway.

[ wolfcube, out. ]

[wants_the_phd]

[By the time he gets back to the barn, she's out in front in her natural zmeu shape, limbering up with some cat/cow stretches.]

Where were you?

[finalbows]

[ he doesn't immediately come up to her, pacing a half circle as he closes in -- sizing her up like the sight of her is new. ]

The lakeside. I like looking at the moons on the water... almost hypnotic, if you gaze long enough.

[wants_the_phd]

That's true.

[She has also been doing a lot of that lately.]

So, tell me: how would you like to do this? When I go hunting, I generally cheat by using magic to make it as easy as possible, but I suspect that defeats the purpose in this instance.

What's the shape of this adventure, in your heart of hearts?

[finalbows]

[ oh now his back-and-forth is, just, like, excited pacing. pre-walkies anticipation. ]

I want to eat a puppet's face. That ugly thing it uses to wrest control of you! Pull it out of the wood like shucking an oyster from the shell!
And I think I know where to find one.
There's this mammoth pygmydillo that has to weigh at least a ton I keep seeing from the air, lately... it's not staying in their usual range. It moves strangely, and it goes to rest in a thicket, rather than a burrow!

I bet you a puppet's taken mastery of it. It'll fight like a bastard, not a boar.

[wants_the_phd]

Sounds like a good challenge.

Lead the way.

[finalbows]

[ takes right off at a trot, that picks up as he gets more into the groove ]

[wants_the_phd]

[She trots off after him, but almost immediately realizes what bullshit it is that he's so much bigger than she is in this form, too, and that his stupid long legs give him a faster gait that she has to work to keep up with.]

[By the next time he looks back at her, she's upshifted into her new black and gold be-wingéd body. Which is bigger, but STILL not as big as he is. The fuck.]

[finalbows]

[ PLAYBOWS BEFORE HE EVEN THINKS ABOUT IT ]

[wants_the_phd]

[Immediately playbows back and does an excited little prance!!!! Gosh! This is like going on an adventure. It makes her feel like a kid again.]

[finalbows]

[

he meant to do that. it's not a slip in decorum if he can make it look 100% intentional. IT'S FINE. IT'S...

it's genuinely fine. he thought this would be fun and it turns out it is, even if they're still just loping over dewy grass, angling southwest. They should be reaching the river soon... ]

[wants_the_phd]

[We are just two happy little monsters roaming around in the dead of night with murder in our hearts. What's there to judge about taking a minute to enjoy life while you've got it?]

[She hops easily over the river. She's not exactly sure where they're going, but she's snuffling around for interesting pyg smells. Hmm hmm interesting! A bird preened itself here recently. She likes that. What is it about feathers that makes them so intoxicating?]

[finalbows]

[ Angie's still in the 'figuring out what all this abruptly stronger sensory information MEANS' stage with scents, so he watches her snuffle, a bit mystified, before taking the opportunity to dip his muzzle in the running water. Some of that red around his mouth wasn't just his wolf form's natural pattern.

...lifts his head up. shake-a shake-a! ]

[wants_the_phd]

[The bell on his collar jingles violently. Maybe the puppet will come to them. She still has her nose to the ground, looking for hints.]

How did you take down the last thing you caught? Magic or nah?

[finalbows]

[ he flung it around with telekinesis and pounced on it like he was playing fetch with a ball until it stopped moving .. .... ... ]

Magic.
...Some chasing.

[wants_the_phd]

It feels really good to tear a living thing apart with your teeth, doesn't it? There's something uniquely special about it.

[sniff sniff sniff sniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiffff]

Oh, I think I found something. I'm not sure if this is the one you were looking for, though.

[finalbows]

...you can feel what you're taking from them.

Which direction is it off towards? I'll be able to tell you based on that.

1/2

[wants_the_phd]

[...Is his nose okay? She thought dogs, at least...?]

[wants_the_phd]

Come here. This branch, with the tuft of fur stuck to it. This is pygmidillo scent.

Can you smell it?