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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]

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.]

[kingshaming]

[Considering a giant predator is right there by the vent, and close enough to sniff at her a bit, she seems to be handling it very well. Which shocks Xander]

You actually manage to keep a pet?

[founderinglight]

Domestic cats are surprisingly fearless in many ways.

[Corva wiggles and mews again, and he sets her down.]

It can take some searching to find one that's unintimidated by our kind, but it's not impossible. She's hardly my first.

[There's the sound of the RV's fridge opening and the clatter of dishes.]

[kingshaming]

[He settles down again, close enough to the vent to still be able to speak with his guest]

I didn't realize it was possible.

[founderinglight]

It does take a particular temperament in cats, at least. My brother swears by hand-raised fancy pigeons, though, so I suppose there's probably potential in anything.

[There's one more mew and then the sound of a dish being set down.]

[kingshaming]

Huh. Don't tell me that's how he sent messages before phones?

[His muzzle is just visible over the lip of the vent, and his mouth twitches just enough to show the tips of his teeth- a subtle smile even while his voice was as stern as usual]

[founderinglight]

Well, of course. These days you're just as likely to find him at a state fair poultry show with one perched on his shoulder - he's got quite the affinity for birds.

[kingshaming]

[The image of a powerful wyrm... at a state fair... is enough to make Xander laugh, bright and booming]

[founderinglight]

[And he hasn't even seen how Ardyn dresses.]

I love Ardyn dearly, but I must confess, I have questions about his taste sometimes.

[There's another small clink of a dish being set down, and the sound of the stepstool being put away.]

Watch your nose.