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SHAPESHIFTER DRAGON AU MEME

I was going to write a bunch of prompts for this but you know what? Fuck it. You all know why you're here. Just remember to content warn your smut, my fellow sinners.

TLDR Dragons can shapeshift, have been hiding among humanity, some of them for a very long time. Culturally there tends to be a split between the ones that stay in one place and build a power base versus the ones that are more nomadic and wander from place to place. Also hoarding instincts are weird and sometimes latch onto things that are very definitely not Typical Hoards.

Have fun.

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[train goes by] Lucis Caelum

[founderinglight]

[Do you want dragon hobos because Lucis Caelums have got your dragon hobo right here. This is younger twin edition, who looks significantly less like he dressed out of a Goodwill bin and more like a goth on vacation, complete with living out of one of those obscenely impressive rich people RVs.

Also he's like, fucking old as shit and ginormous in his natural form. Big skinny and serpentine, that's Izunia.]

[le_mat]

[When a Lucis Caelum is in the area, rumor gets around quickly to those that know where to listen. The smart thing was to not get involved, especially is you were young and small.

Both things Akira was. But the moment he heard all he could feel was a Thrill. Some of them had hoards of riches. Some had places or people. Akira's drives where more... ethereal. The items didn't matter.

What mattered was they Weren't His. And the more Risky the Better. Taking from powerful humans was getting too easy, so over the last year he had moved up to other dragons. And no one knew what the ancient twins even had... even getting a glimpse was worth the risk. Which is why he was currently crouching on the roof of the RV, eyes gleaming catlike in the dark. He was careful in his movements, moving inch by inch so carefully and slowly he was practically silent. He could shift, but he didn't want to risk anyone sensing him, so he was still in his human form.

All he had to do was get at a window...]

[founderinglight]

[Or, you know, the obligatory RV ceiling vent thing that even rich people still have?

I mean. I assume Akira isn't going to try to mess with his Vespa.

There's the faint noise of a TV or something similar inside - a glance down into the gap will reveal that the room is empty for the time being, though, and - yep that's the sound of the shower turning on.

Now or never?]

[le_mat]

[Perfect. He pops the vent and slides in, having to wiggle a bit but managing pretty easily.

He lands quietly and... holy shit he had no idea RVs were made this fancy??? Time to start sniffing around]

[founderinglight]

[it fance. What did you expect from a dragon old enough to have earned the title of wyrm, kid?

Anyway there's enough cool crystals in view to put the Smithsonian to shame, that's probably a good starting place if you want to be traditional and stuff your pockets. Otherwise, start opening cupboards I guess?

Also potentially of note: Wow, that's a lot of family photos and sketches. Who's who Lucis Caelum edition is strewn all over this RV.]

[photoshooter]

[Mornin', Dragrandpa. Or probably closer to noon, knowing the line of Lucis. A fluffy little macaroni noodle flutters up to perch moodily on Izunia's horn, curling his tail around the girth of it for additional balance and sighing.]

Hey, Zuzu.

[founderinglight]

[Definitely closer to noon, knowing the line of Lucis. If it weren't for the sigh, it's not certain that the serpentine, reddish dragon would have even noticed Prompto before he spoke.

You're just that small, puff.]

Something the matter?

[photoshooter]

No.

[...Okay, that's mournful young adult for "yes, absolutely."]

...Hey. Am I really even a dragon?

[founderinglight]

Why wouldn't you be?

[He can't really look at Prompto perched on his horn, but the intention is there in the way his gaze does swing back as far as it will go.]

[photoshooter]

Well, I know I'm not human. [o b v i o u s l y.] But I'm all... tiny and feathery. Nobody else is like this.

[founderinglight]

Well, no, not in this part of the world. But we're far from the only dragons in it.

[photoshooter]

Wait, so there are other kinds? Like me?

[He half hangs down to look Izunia better in the eye.]

[founderinglight]

I don't recall any exact matches offhand, but that doesn't mean they don't exist. In spite of my age, I don't know everything. I've definitely encountered feathered dragons in general before - furred ones, too.

[photoshooter]

Huh.

...

I kind of thought maybe they messed me up with a bird.

[founderinglight]

[A deep chuckle that probably vibrates the horn Prompto is perched on.]

Not impossible, but it's significantly more likely that you're just more evidence that dragons are an affront to the human concept of taxonomy.

[photoshooter]

[Prompto hops down to alight on Izunia's snout instead, facing him. Hello, Grandpa!]

I wish I knew stuff. Like, about me, and about what I'm supposed to be. But part of me doesn't want to know at all, either. Or I don't... want to have to go through finding out.

[He sighs, and what comes out of his nostrils is more like the steamy breath of winter than smoke.]

I miss feeling like I understood myself.

[founderinglight]

[Hello Prompto. Grandpa would boop your snoot, but the boop is you.]

You're young yet. You don't have to chase those answers right away - they're not going anywhere.

And wherever they lead, you'll always have a family to come home to.

[photoshooter]

[BIG ANIME WIBBLE.]

...Really?

[founderinglight]

Of course. You'll always be welcome here.

[Hoards: family. This is possibly why the Lucis Caelums have like six accessory clans living in their territory.]

[photoshooter]

[He skitters up to rub his forehead against a spot between Izunia's eyes, then bounces down to his claws so the affection can be a little less one-sided.]

Thanks, Zuzu. I--I'll do my best to earn my place here.

[founderinglight]

[Sadly, he's still too small for Izunia to rest his head on without squishing him. There's a gentle nose boop, though.]

You don't have to earn anything. That's not what family's about.

[Or it shouldn't be.]