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[featherbeaned]

Who: Idols! Monsters! Monstrous idols ...?
Where: Anywhere, everywhere
When: 298. early morning

[What are you up to?]

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[vitainmorte]

[ you descend on a... dog.

But like, clearly a weredog and upon being flattened it's pretty obviously Cypress.

Though her initial reaction is to harshly grab amaranth in her paws and pull her lips back over her teeth in a snarl, she relaxes immediately upon seeing who it is.

Ah. ]

1/2

[worthathousand]

[ No, too late, we are both high on aggressionsauce, and she finds herself snarling too in response, teeth bared and claws digging into Cypress's shoulders, shoving this dog back into the dirt— ]

[worthathousand]

[ —when finally her mind catches up with this foreign set of instincts and she pulls away. ]

Gods, Cypress, I am so sorry—I shouldn't have been that surprised...

[vitainmorte]

[ oh okay i see. her ears pin back again, looking distinctly offended, with an anxious sort of growl rumbling in her chest.

But she sits up B( ]

[worthathousand]

I really don't know what came over me, there...

[ Meanwhile: mentally flashing back to the time noted dragon Ruby Sour BARiTONES got halfway to ripping out Coriander's throat with their teeth. ]

Here, let me—

[ She gets to her feet, then reaches down to offer a (clawed) hand to Cypress. ]

[vitainmorte]

[ she stares sullenly at the hand for a moment before her ears relax, and she takes it, to pull herself up--

she's a bit taller than usual but. well. ]

[worthathousand]

[ “A bit” is more than enough to mean that Amaranth has to look up at her now, which catches her by surprise.

Still apologetic— ]

I nearly didn’t recognize you like this.

[vitainmorte]

[ also, aside from shrike's jacket (which is open) she is... naked.

which is like. mostly fine. she's a dog with a lot of fur, of course, but also, y'know, a mammal.

she huffs a snort, but after a moment, shrugs like eh it's fine. ]

[worthathousand]

[ ...she can't resist: she reaches up on tip-toes to ruffle the hair/fur on Cypress's head. ]

I suppose this game isn't as light-hearted for you as it is for most. You... ought to be able to change back to human, though, you know. Like I did.

[vitainmorte]

[ oh ok

bowing her head to allow that, tail slowly starting to wag.

If she catches what Amaranth says about changing back, she doesn't seem to betray any thoughts on the matter. ]

[worthathousand]

[ oh no cute. scritches continue to be scritched. ]

If you're worried about clothing, I unfortunately speak from experience when I say that you can use illusions to fake it very effectively—definitely long enough to get back to the dorm.

[vitainmorte]

[ she doesn't have that power!! but doesn't seem bothered by the nudity besides, leaning gently against her as petting continues ]

[worthathousand]

[ She is, at least, covered in enough fur to avoid being unavoidably fluster-inducing, Female Presenting Nipples(tm) notwithstanding. ]

But, ah... if you're enjoying yourself, I don't mind continuing to relax like this.

[ It really is hard to guess to what extent, if any, Cypress considers her current state a problem, but... well, for now Amaranth tries some scritch variety: moving her hand to gently massage the base of one of Cypress's silky-furred ears. ]

[vitainmorte]

[ it's true. the nudity is less "oh no naked girl" and more "i guess dogs dont wear clothes after all."

she comfortably leans into the scritches, tail wagging faster. ]