Andrew Warner (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
willinglychanged) wrote2015-07-09 12:19 am
willinglychanged) wrote2015-07-09 12:19 am
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TEXTS | AUDIO | VIDEO | VOICEMAIL
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[Now that he could see the cat was doing pretty well at following him Drew was practically a blur as he cut through the forest, kicking up less dirt in his tracks now, there was only the loud rustling as his body brushed the things he was leaving behind. He eventually stops on top of a large rock, head scanning the sky for a moon that would soon be full before he lets out one unnaturally loud howl, sending birds flocking to the skies and smaller animals running for the hills. He was claiming this area through his howl, even if Matthew was there with him.]
[...doesn't that have toxic properties?]
Why are you smoking wolfsbane?
[Toby wonders if he's immune to the toxicity himself. He might be. Whatever. He'll take his chances. Besides, he's way too comfortable with Drew anyway, and doesn't mind the feeling of Drew's fingers going through his hair.]
Why are you smoking wolfsbane?
[Toby wonders if he's immune to the toxicity himself. He might be. Whatever. He'll take his chances. Besides, he's way too comfortable with Drew anyway, and doesn't mind the feeling of Drew's fingers going through his hair.]
[He knew it would come with these kinds of questions, especially if Tobias knew about the fact it was essentially a poison.]
Its the only way to get the drugs to work. [He coughs slightly, fingers still casually toying with Toby's silky hair.] Burns out the lining of my lungs, puts it straight into my blood stream... too much might kill me, but I've been doing this long enough to get the balance right.
[He licks his lips, reaching out for his sports bottle and taking a thirsty gulp.] Was a bit of a joke tellin' the guy who got it for me it was what I need it, better stay on his good side or he'll be the perfect person to use it against me.
Its the only way to get the drugs to work. [He coughs slightly, fingers still casually toying with Toby's silky hair.] Burns out the lining of my lungs, puts it straight into my blood stream... too much might kill me, but I've been doing this long enough to get the balance right.
[He licks his lips, reaching out for his sports bottle and taking a thirsty gulp.] Was a bit of a joke tellin' the guy who got it for me it was what I need it, better stay on his good side or he'll be the perfect person to use it against me.
[His little cat legs can't eventually keep up, unnaturally quickened or not, with the bounding powerful strides of the huge wolf ahead of him. As Drew dodges through the forest and Matthew falls behind a little, he seems to vanish from sight; but Drew will recognize him by scent again when, mid-leap, he transforms instead into a bat, and Drew finds him gliding around over his head while he lets out that chilling howl. It chills Matthew, too, but he doesn't flee. Matthew as a bat is similarly oversized and hairless, but instead of six eyes, only sports a third, and a second set of flapping wings.]
[He'd expected Matthew to disappear, because he knew in the back of his mind that the other man wasn't going to be fast enough. He knew at least that Matthew would catch up though, he just didn't quite expect it to be in a new and different form. A form that is, however, equally as disturbing as the last. He couldn't help but set himself to growling again though, because Matthew had explained himself poorly and he was starting to get suspicious of the other shifter.]
[Toby nods and idly rests an arm over the leg Drew has outstretched over his lap.]
I see. Quite the clever workaround. Seems you found a dealer quickly enough. You're sure that was a joke rather than a threat?
[How does he know he could trust the guy...?]
I see. Quite the clever workaround. Seems you found a dealer quickly enough. You're sure that was a joke rather than a threat?
[How does he know he could trust the guy...?]
[Once Drew sees fit to growl, Matthew's wings resume flapping instead of gliding, so that he can gain altitude. This thing can probably jump fairly high, he imagines, and so he does quick, high circles over Drew for now, but those three eyes are watching.
Then, suddenly, he speaks. His mouth doesn't appear to move, and his voice sounds more like a collection of discordant, grating voices that are almost like Matthew Lin's: some are deeper and some higher, some human and some unnatural, bizarre. But it's clear where the voice is coming from.]
What's the matter, Andrew Warner? Cat got your tongue?
Then, suddenly, he speaks. His mouth doesn't appear to move, and his voice sounds more like a collection of discordant, grating voices that are almost like Matthew Lin's: some are deeper and some higher, some human and some unnatural, bizarre. But it's clear where the voice is coming from.]
What's the matter, Andrew Warner? Cat got your tongue?
[To the wolf's ears he can practically pick out each individual voice and most of them set his heart racing, a whine escaping from his muzzle. He doesn't know how to deal with it in this form, there was a pang of fear and anxiety in his chest, there's sudden popping noises as Drew forces himself out of the form and suddenly there's a bloody man crouching there on the rock, staring up at the bat with those glowing blue eyes.]
Matthew? The hell is this?
Matthew? The hell is this?
[He sighs.] No idea, man... he's kinda... strange? [Mostly because he could turn into a hellish looking cat and a bat with a strange hellish voice.]
A guy told me to call him, Dorian... then the dealer, Matthew, he worked shit out pretty damn quickly. He seems to like me sure enough. [There's a glint in his eye as he says it, its pretty clear they'd had more than your standard dealer experience.]
A guy told me to call him, Dorian... then the dealer, Matthew, he worked shit out pretty damn quickly. He seems to like me sure enough. [There's a glint in his eye as he says it, its pretty clear they'd had more than your standard dealer experience.]
[Drew still can't help those negative emotions swirling inside him, he didn't like feeling afraid or anxious, he'd come here to be comfortable. This though, it wasn't comfortable to him and he was starting to feel the spicy smell that followed his... friend? Was something bad after all.]
Its kinda scary, man... you didn't mention y'could do more than one shift.
Its kinda scary, man... you didn't mention y'could do more than one shift.
I can do three.
[The bat spreads its wings and swoops down, and he shifts back - not into a man, but into the six-eyed cat, to stand on the forest floor in front of Drew.
But then he drops and rolls onto his back, head upside down and blinking up at Drew, like a cat that wants belly-rubs.]
Relaaaax.
[The bat spreads its wings and swoops down, and he shifts back - not into a man, but into the six-eyed cat, to stand on the forest floor in front of Drew.
But then he drops and rolls onto his back, head upside down and blinking up at Drew, like a cat that wants belly-rubs.]
Relaaaax.
Three? [Drew looks perplexed.] What are you? [The question slips out of his mouth before he can stop himself, it was quite a rude thing to ask back home.]
I'm a rat, too.
[But then he realizes what Drew means.]
I'm just a shapeshifter, Drew. Nothing to find scary, here. That big beautiful wolf in you is much more frightening than little me.
[He stretches his exaggerated claws out like any cat stretching for attention.]
[But then he realizes what Drew means.]
I'm just a shapeshifter, Drew. Nothing to find scary, here. That big beautiful wolf in you is much more frightening than little me.
[He stretches his exaggerated claws out like any cat stretching for attention.]
Edited 2015-08-18 00:49 (UTC)
[It's one thing to hear Dorian's name; Toby straightens up when he hears it. But his first response to Matthew's is a sense of alarm, enough that he pulls away from Drew to sit up. Toby tries to hide the distress in his expression, but his body tenses, keying up defensively. It's as if he's ready to be bludgeoned repeatedly.]
Oh. [He swallows anxiously, his nervousness this time very different from that at the swear-in.] I... uh, didn't realize you all were acquainted.
Oh. [He swallows anxiously, his nervousness this time very different from that at the swear-in.] I... uh, didn't realize you all were acquainted.
[He hadn't expected this. He'd expected Toby to just nod at his stupid story, not freak out as the scent of anxiety and distress suddenly flood the room, his eyes widen slightly, head tilting slowly to the side. His reactions were slow thanks to the drugs but he wasn't completely confused.]
Hey, come back... [He gestures with a grabby hand for Toby to resume his previously relaxed expression.] They're just a couple guys I met when I got here, both of 'em kinda welcomin'... it ain't worth freakin' out over.
Hey, come back... [He gestures with a grabby hand for Toby to resume his previously relaxed expression.] They're just a couple guys I met when I got here, both of 'em kinda welcomin'... it ain't worth freakin' out over.
[Inwardly, he tells himself to settle down after that kneejerk reaction, but it's hard. He takes slow, quiet breaths to calm himself before carefully, delicately leaning against Drew again.]
Right... Sorry about that.
[He wonders if Dorian had mentioned—but then again, Toby hadn't specified that he and Dorian were together. So maybe it was the same, the other way around.
As for Abduxel... Well, Toby chastises himself in his thoughts; his reaction was an absolute embarrassment. How could he have lost his cool so quickly, or reveal to anyone else his frustration? Toby can't let Dorian find out what Abduxel puts him through just so he could be together and happy with Dorian, and a part of that means hiding it from anyone else who might side with Abduxel.]
I know them; they're not bad, not really. [This is part truth and part rationalization. Toby is still fighting the sting of hurt that comes with his conflicted feelings about Abduxel, and trying to guard himself from the possibility of Dorian breaking his still-healing heart again.] Things are complicated, is all. I-I really am sorry about that. Because you're right, it's not a big deal...
[He tries to shut down that part of his brain that is thinking about all this way too hard.]
Right... Sorry about that.
[He wonders if Dorian had mentioned—but then again, Toby hadn't specified that he and Dorian were together. So maybe it was the same, the other way around.
As for Abduxel... Well, Toby chastises himself in his thoughts; his reaction was an absolute embarrassment. How could he have lost his cool so quickly, or reveal to anyone else his frustration? Toby can't let Dorian find out what Abduxel puts him through just so he could be together and happy with Dorian, and a part of that means hiding it from anyone else who might side with Abduxel.]
I know them; they're not bad, not really. [This is part truth and part rationalization. Toby is still fighting the sting of hurt that comes with his conflicted feelings about Abduxel, and trying to guard himself from the possibility of Dorian breaking his still-healing heart again.] Things are complicated, is all. I-I really am sorry about that. Because you're right, it's not a big deal...
[He tries to shut down that part of his brain that is thinking about all this way too hard.]
[He still isn't quite comfortable.]
Oh yeah? Well at least my wolf is a good ol' fashioned animal that doesn't speak with about a hundred voices. [That's right Matthew, Drew's ears are sensitive enough that he can pick those out, there's no pulling the wool over this wolf's eyes.]
Oh yeah? Well at least my wolf is a good ol' fashioned animal that doesn't speak with about a hundred voices. [That's right Matthew, Drew's ears are sensitive enough that he can pick those out, there's no pulling the wool over this wolf's eyes.]
[When Toby's leaning against him again he moves a hand to ruffle the vampires hair, the joint once again between his lips. He could smell the frustration, smell those burgeoning feelings just below the surface but didn't know quite where they were going toward. He tilts his head, words forming lazily as he speaks.] Please tell me y'didn't fuck Matthew too?
[Which was quite some revelation, but if it turned out the man he'd shagged in his first fortnight here was Toby's boyfriend, well, that would be awkward. Or it would give the vampire a get out of jail free card.]
[Which was quite some revelation, but if it turned out the man he'd shagged in his first fortnight here was Toby's boyfriend, well, that would be awkward. Or it would give the vampire a get out of jail free card.]
[The question surprises Toby, jolting him out of his dark and frustrated thoughts, and so he lets out an incredulous laugh. Drew's hand in his hair starts to calm Toby, and soon his defensive wariness subsides as he relaxes.]
What? Oh, no—not at all, I didn't. [This doesn't mean he wouldn't necessarily. Perhaps if he weren't taken. But also, perhaps not. The fact that Drew thinks Toby had slept with (or might've been together with) Abduxel is quite shocking and amusing.] No, Matthew helped me find Dorian, who's from my world and... also happens to be who I'm together with.
[Here, he offers a small but beaming smile because just thinking of Dorian and knowing they're together has a way of making Toby feel rather special.]
What? Oh, no—not at all, I didn't. [
[Here, he offers a small but beaming smile because just thinking of Dorian and knowing they're together has a way of making Toby feel rather special.]
Your wolf doesn't speak at all, I gather. If he did, maybe he'd sound like me.
[The cat rolls back onto its front and stands, approaching human-Drew with a very feline saunter, his tail slowly swishing behind him. Those six eyes blink up at him.]
What are you so worried about? Have I given you any reason not to trust me?
[The cat rolls back onto its front and stands, approaching human-Drew with a very feline saunter, his tail slowly swishing behind him. Those six eyes blink up at him.]
What are you so worried about? Have I given you any reason not to trust me?
[Drew just nods slowly before curling up and getting a little more comfortable around the other man. He nods slowly.] Just one of us, then. Guess it woulda been too hilarious thinkin' the two of us had got down and dirty with the same man.
[Dorian. Oh. That was Toby's boyfriend? It seemed almost out of place from what he knew of the former.] Oh yeah? He swung by here a couple weeks ago, hooked me up with Matthew. Gave me a book I haven't tried to read yet... he's cute. [He nods again, the motion slow as he smokes before absent mindedly passing the joint to Toby whether he wanted to smoke or not.]
[Dorian. Oh. That was Toby's boyfriend? It seemed almost out of place from what he knew of the former.] Oh yeah? He swung by here a couple weeks ago, hooked me up with Matthew. Gave me a book I haven't tried to read yet... he's cute. [He nods again, the motion slow as he smokes before absent mindedly passing the joint to Toby whether he wanted to smoke or not.]
...Somethin' tells me it wouldn't.
[But he wasn't so sure about that, he sits down slowly on the rock as the cat approaches, extending a hand as if he might stroke Matthew should the other man brush past.]
I guess not. Maybe I'm just bein' a little paranoid.
[But he wasn't so sure about that, he sits down slowly on the rock as the cat approaches, extending a hand as if he might stroke Matthew should the other man brush past.]
I guess not. Maybe I'm just bein' a little paranoid.
[If he were capable right now, he'd be smiling, pleased that Drew's guard is sinking back down again. But he's also trapped himself, as he really doesn't want to shift back in front of the werewolf; he doubts it would be taken well, given his horns...]
It's alright. I know how I look and sound.
[There's that grating, disconcerting laugh again. He does brush past, acting the part of a real cat, headbutting Drew's hand and walking along with his back arched for rubs or scratches.]
I usually don't tell people so early. You can imagine why.
It's alright. I know how I look and sound.
[There's that grating, disconcerting laugh again. He does brush past, acting the part of a real cat, headbutting Drew's hand and walking along with his back arched for rubs or scratches.]
I usually don't tell people so early. You can imagine why.
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