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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]

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.

[kingshaming]

[He laughs a little more then shuffles back]

Yes, yes of course.

[founderinglight]

[There's a tingle of magic, and then a small, serpentine dragon slides through the gap onto the roof, growing to something a little less ridiculously tiny once he's through. Izunia is all scales and spines, a reddish violet like a late evening sunset, and at a size comparable to Xander, could almost be called delicate.

Of course, it's equally clearly not his full size; his head alone is probably at least the size of the RV. He flaps his wings idly, stretching them out after who-knows-how-long of disuse.]

Surprise.

[kingshaming]

[Surprise indeed]

Ah, you didn't have to come out, Sir. These grounds are protected of course, so no humans should see, but...

[founderinglight]

And you don't have to call me sir, but I feel as though I'm going to have about as much success at convincing you of that.

[Another couple of flaps before he curls up in a wide loop, tail crossed over his front legs.]

The one thing that I would consider a downside of my lifestyle is that I rarely get to socialize with others of our kind, especially in this form.

[kingshaming]

I rarely do as well. Too many of us in a small space lends to spats.

[Or Garon gets testy when anyone has teeth and claws out]

[founderinglight]

Really? It's not often a problem for us.

[He seems genuinely puzzled.]

I'd think you nesters, with so many siblings...

[kingshaming]

Well, most of us have different mothers, so we weren't all raised close.

[founderinglight]

Even so...

[A flutter of wings in a shrug.]

Different strokes, I suppose. A family with a pair of egg twins as progenitors is probably not typical in that regard, either. We've never been very territorial with each other as a rule.

[kingshaming]

I suppose...

[He looks rather unsure]

[founderinglight]

You don't sound happy about it.

[His long neck leans forward, just shy of nosing at Xander.]

[kingshaming]

I have lost quite a few siblings. To infighting and to outside battles. I'm my father's claw out in the world, I could die any time. So... it was prudent to keep my distance from my remaining siblings. I fear they don't see me as a loving older brother.

[founderinglight]

...It's not too late to change that.

[kingshaming]

I fear it is. Even Elise is no longer a hatchling.

[founderinglight]

You're still alive, aren't you?

[A flick of his tail.]

So long as you're alive, there's time to change.

[kingshaming]

That doesn't change the circumstances. Please, don't worry about it. As long as they are healthy and safe, I am content.

[founderinglight]

If I may, you don't sound particularly content.

[His tail folds flat over his front legs again.]