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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.

Comments

[founderinglight]

No more than I would be for any other member of the family. He's not travelling alone, and he's quite capable. I trust him to not pick fights with anything older and nastier than he can handle.

[kingshaming]

[He hums, thinking on this as he sips his tea. Younger then him? He wonders how much younger- Leo's age? Elise's? The very idea makes terror run through his spine. Leo could handle himself, but just because he made himself so utterly brutal- his amazing magical talent made him powerful, but was also almost impossible to mask. And Elise... gods, she was almost as talented but so friendly, so kind... someone would certainly try and hunt her. Kill her. Or worse. Bind her into some kind of service.

He's so distressed by the very idea that his guise of humanity starts to slip, and he starts gnawing on lips with overly sharp canines.]

[founderinglight]

[And Izunia does notice that, though he won't point it out directly.]

I do appreciate your concern, but you need not worry, either. Noctis is in capable hands - if he were not, I'm sure Regis wouldn't allow him more than half a mile from home. He's an only child.

[He doesn't know if the news of what happened to Aulea reached here, where the Nohrian clan's wings reach over the land, but even so, that's a statement that needs no more explanation.]

And my brother is in the area, so it's not as though they have no recourse should they find themselves in over their heads.

[kingshaming]

[The details were foggy and left to speculation- some said it was illness. Some said murder. Xander couldn't begin to speculate. And he knew most of their kind tended to only have one person they had children with- Garon was a very well known exception.]

Should we expect a visit from him as well?

[founderinglight]

Oh, no, they're all quite far down the coast. No offense meant, but it's for the better if Noctis doesn't come to your family's territory. Or any old family's territory, really. He's not very political yet.

[kingshaming]

You fear father would attack him if he saw the opportunity.

[He doesn't sound surprised]

[founderinglight]

Not precisely.

[Though perhaps he should, if that's what Xander's mind immediately jumps to. He's under no delusions; someone who lives around Garon constantly would know him far better than a wanderer who only crosses this way every few decades.]

I fear that Garon would try to manipulate him in some way, and Noctis would respond with something provoking. He doesn't take well to attempts to control him.

[kingshaming]

I could see that more from father's... advisers. Either way, it would only benefit him to do so.

["Shut your mouth, Xander" He thinks- he is saying too much. But he often disagreed with his father's orders. He obeyed because it was his duty, but that didn't always mean he liked it... and obeying didn't always mean following the spirit. All four of them had gone behind his back to try and... lessen things when they could.]

[founderinglight]

In the grand scheme, the two are not much different. He's bound for the Nox Fleurets instead, to get some experience of the world in a safer environment.

[Another old family with a surprisingly close association to the Lucis Caelums, given their relative lack of interbreeding.

As for Izunia, he's sincerely considering assassinating Garon and setting Xander up immediately, not that it shows on his face.]

[kingshaming]

Hmm, then I wish him well in his pilgrimage.

[His tea is finished, so he sets the cup down and stands, bowing again. The little frownline between his eyes is even deeper then when he arrived]

I will tell father that you only intend to travel through- likely you will be followed until you leave this area, but I assume you already expected that.

[founderinglight]

Of course. And probably some distance beyond that, as well. It's late enough that there's not much point trying to gain further miles this evening, though - would it be a great imposition if I remained here overnight?

[kingshaming]

I don't see it being an issue. I will set my own guard so you won't be bothered.

[founderinglight]

I appreciate it. And - should you ever have need of an escape, don't hesitate to contact me.

[kingshaming]

Escape... you presume too much, Sir.

[Still, he looks unsure... and makes his way out before Izunia can plant even more doubt in his head]

[founderinglight]

I presume only that you're a better man than your father.

[It's said to the empty table across from him as the door closes, but there's a faint smile on his face.]

[kingshaming]

[As promised, no one bothers the RV into the evening. Likely because as soon as the sun sets there's a heavy thump on the roof as someone lands and settles on there. The guard, most likely?]

[founderinglight]

[...Well far be it from him to be rude. It's not very long until the air vent at the top lifts, revealing Izunia balanced (presumably) on a stepstool.

Seems he's not quite asleep yet, even if there's no obvious lights on inside.]

Can I get you anything?

[kingshaming]

[The dragon on his roof looks up in surprise, though if not for it's bright eyes it'd be hard to see at all in the dark, it's own heafty form being sky blacks and purples. Even though it is currently small enough to not crush the vehicle, it's clearly not it's full form]

No, it's fine.

[That sure the fuck is Xander, voice still recognizable even with different vocal cords]

[founderinglight]

[...Ah. 'Set my own guard' indeed.

Izunia's eyes are nearly as bright in the dark, and the slit pupils are wide - he's clearly not ashamed to use shapeshifting for his own benefit in even minor things.]

Are you certain?

[kingshaming]

Very. Please, try to rest. It would be shameful if you didn't feel comfortable on our property and as our guest.

[founderinglight]

...Are you planning to stay up there all night?

[kingshaming]

[He makes an agreeable sound]

It's not abnormal. I'm largely nocturnal.

[founderinglight]

Ah.

[That explains a great deal about Nohr, actually.]

We're mostly crepuscular as a clan - dawn and especially sunset.

[And then, if Xander's ears are keen enough - a meow.

His ears don't really have to be that keen, actually.]

Excuse me for a moment.

[kingshaming]

Is... that a cat?

[His claws clatter on the roof and he moves closer, curious.]

[founderinglight]

Her name's Corva.

[There's the sound of Izunia hopping down from his stepstool, and another meow, before he lifts the cat up into Xander's view under the vent. She's a fairly small thing, and completely black with eyes just a little too green to be called gold.]

Her dinner is running a bit late, so of course she must air her complaints until the situation is rectified.

[Moooow.]