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[bloodand]

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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[founderinglight]

[INTO THE FANCY RV WE GO.]

I assume that an introduction on my part is probably unneeded.

[Don't mind as he just... busies himself with making you tea, Xander?]

[kingshaming]

Very. You are Izunia Lucis Caelum. A wandering Wyrm- one of a pair. My father is very honored to host someone of your standing.

[...so fucking rehearsed, though he looks a little confused by the tea brewing]

[founderinglight]

[And that...

Gets a snort.]

'Of my standing'? Please. I retired from keeping any sort of court centuries ago; I have no standing to speak of.

[He settles the kettle on the stove, but doesn't turn it on, instead touching a glowing fingertip to the base and letting his magic do the work.]

[kingshaming]

[Xander gives a slight huff]

Certainly enough standing to make Father nervous

[Mostly under his breath]

Regardless, it's only proper to be respectful.

[founderinglight]

[Cheerfully;]

Oh, that's not standing, that's sheer combat experience. And Garon's own paranoia, of course.

[And without skipping a beat he turns away to pull a tin of tea out of one of the cupboards.]

[kingshaming]

[Xander growled softly, unable to completely contain the sound in his chest]

It's not paranoia when you have enemies at every corner.

[founderinglight]

Oh, certainly. But it is paranoia to assume that everyone not sworn to you is an enemy, is it not? I hear that he only barely even trusts his own family these days.

[The kettle steams, and Izunia takes down two mugs. The tea infusers he uses are the sort of gimmicky cute ones you might find in the kitchen of a college student - the one in the mug he sets out for Xander is a floating shark fin, and his own is a cat clinging to the side of the cup.]

Please, have a seat.

[kingshaming]

[Xander makes a startled noise a that accusation... and blinks down at the tea infusers]

... these are... interesting?

[founderinglight]

Humans create all sorts of interesting things. It's why I like them.

[kingshaming]

Humans? At your age I'm surprised you would bother with them.

[founderinglight]

On the contrary. Humans are one of the things that makes life worth living at my age. Others of our kind tend to be very set in their ways, at least past a certain age. Mortals, on the other hand, are always changing.

[kingshaming]

Maybe because they die...

[He doesn't... get???]

[founderinglight]

They do indeed. And yet they're driven to use those short lives as much as they can. You'd never see a dragon inventing cell phones or dog shows or skydiving.

[kingshaming]

And the only one of those that is useful is the phone.

[He sips his tea grumpily]

[founderinglight]

[Izunia laughs.]

Oh, you're still young, aren't you? Not old enough to appreciate the frivolous things in life yet.

[kingshaming]

I'm not one for levity, no.

[He's being made fun of, and he knows it. And even though he's in his human shape, one could almost picture his tail lashing like a distressed cat's]

[founderinglight]

Oh, I do remember being that young and serious.

[Izunia, on the other hand, would be lashing his tail for a very different reason - one cat may be distressed, but the other just wants to play.]

Garon's committed a terrible sin if he's raised all his children with so little joy.

[kingshaming]

[Xander winces... and then a bit of sadness crosses his face]

I have plenty. But I was lead to believe this was business, not a social call.

[founderinglight]

...You've been misled, then. The sole reason I'm putting in an appearance is so that your father can't claim that I'm sneaking around behind his back and send you or some other member of the family after me.

[This is, probably, a way that Xander has lost more than a few siblings.]

[kingshaming]

Then why ARE you in this area, if it is such a hassle for you?

[founderinglight]

It's less of a hassle than trying to go around. Your family's territory is quite large. Simpler for everyone if I just keep things above board.

[kingshaming]

That doesn't answer my question.

[founderinglight]

I'm nomadic, Xander. I'm passing through because I'm passing through; it's the way I live.

[kingshaming]

[He growls again, but mostly muffles it in his drink. He'd never understand such a thing. This RV was certainly nice, but the idea of leaving the place of one's power- not having generations of work put into a stronghold... it sounds like-]

-it seems like such a shallow life.

[founderinglight]

Perhaps to you, it does. But I've lived the lifestyle of remaining in one place, surrounded by the safety of one's family, and I am old. My children are gone and my further descendants more than capable of taking care of themselves without my shadow looming over them.

[It's subtle, but pointed, in a way someone less experienced might miss. Garon's shadow is, indeed, looming.]

I value new experiences more, and I won't find those by staying in one place until Death comes to meet me. She's perfectly capable of finding me wherever I might go.