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tomodachipersonalitycentral · 3 months

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Got some more characters for ya!

Lackadaisy

Rocky Rockaby

Freckle

Tylvinian Tales

Luka Mikaelson

Olivia Bo

Kaleb Killian

Child's Play

Chucky

Tiffany

Andy

Sorry if this is a lot but I love these a lot and really wanna know what you think of these folks ^-^

Ooo thank you, I've been really wanting to do Rocky to be honest, and these are fun ones. Let's get to it!

Rocky and Freckle

Rocky is a surprisingly tricky one. You think it'd be easy, but there's an argument for why Rocky could fit in almost every category. Let me show you what I mean.

Outgoing: Comfortable in almost any situation, and makes new connections easily.

Well, I wouldn't say he makes new connections easily as most people find him odd, but he is comfortable in pretty much every situation. I mean, the comic starts with him remaining ever the wise crack despite being nailed to a literal railroad.

Easygoing: Does things at his/her/their own pace in a genuinely honest and kind manner.

Rocky does go to the beat of his own drum, and he is honest with what he does. Kind? Arguably not always in retrospect, but in his own head it's clear he thinks he's helping (like his situation with Freckle).

Confident: Tackles any challenge head-on, and has great faith in his/her/their own abilities.

This is the only one that doesn't really fit Rocky. He constantly doubts his own abilities and he doesn't always tackle things head on (even if he'd like to).

Independent: Comfortable doing his/her/their own thing and thinking outside the box.

Rocky is more independent than he looks and absolutely is an out the box thinker, which usually ends up isolating him.

However, I think personalities from Easygoing and Independent have the most potential for fitting Rocky the best, so I'll tackle potential personalities from both of them.

Optimist: Positive, enthusiastic, and always beaming. He/she/they smiles not only for himself/herself/themselves but to make sure everyone else has a good time too.

Rocky certainly puts on the performance of the optimist, but, he often shows he doesn't truly feel that way and is a lot darker than that, so I think it's fair to say this one does not match.

Dreamer: Idealistic and romantic. Often has his/her/their head in the clouds...but also comes up with a lot of great ideas as a result.

Rocky certainly is idealistic and romantic, and he certainly comes up with great ideas as a result. But he also is a bit more grounded than constantly having his head in the clouds, working towards his dreams instead of just dreaming, so no.

Artist: Imaginative and inspired. Happiest when creating something. Able to find beauty in everyone and everything around him/her/them.

Rocky loves creating, but I wouldn't say he sees the beauty in everyone and everything, if anything he is quite negatively poetic when he dislikes someone.

Free Spirit: Unique, carefree, and creative. Laid back and does things his/her/their own way. Self-reliant and always thinking way outside the box.

Rocky is the prime example of what it means to be a Free Spirit. He doesn't care about literal or social laws, and he lives his life the way he sees fit even when other's don't understand. He often relies on himself, or sometimes his ability to convince others which still ultimately comes from attempting to make things work with his skillset, and thinks so outside the box it's kind of terrifying.

Therefore, I think Independent Free Spirit suits Rocky the best.

Freckle, in comparison, is a lot easier. He's pretty much the definition of an Easygoing Buddy:

Does things at his/her/their own pace in a genuinely honest and kind manner. Trustworthy and considerate. Puts his/her/their friends first, and works hard to make sure everyone gets along with each other.

Freckle is constantly trying to manage conflict between Rocky/Ivy and others, he goes along with Rocky's plans because Rocky asked for his help, and he does everything in his power to protect both of them. He might have a wild side but, deep down, Freckle does want to be honest and kind in everything he does, and that comes from his drive to help others.

Luka and Olivia

I'd say Luka is the same type as Freckle (Easygoing Buddy), though for different reasons:

Luka has a good heart and, therefore, he wants to spread love to the people he interacts with, and especially the children he helps take care of. He is literally their mediator, which is 100% Buddy material, I can not see any other personality for him.

Olivia is a lot harder, since I don't know that much about her. Based off what I do know, Easygoing Softie:

Does things at his/her/their own pace in a genuinely honest and kind manner. Sensitive, emotional, and very in tune with the feelings of those around him/her/them. Highly empathetic, and also quite sentimental.

Kaleb Killian

So, remember when I said the language for Go-Getter sounded too harsh for Davina? Yeah well, we're getting back to that now. So, Confident Go-Getter:

Tackles any challenge head-on, and has great faith in his/her/their own abilities. A determined self-starter. Cuts his/her/their own path in life, and doesn't let anything stand in his/her/their way. Quick at turning plans into action.

The difficulty with villains is Tomodachi Life doesn't really have a personality for "sneaky people that do sneaky things" so the idea Kaleb faces his issues directly head on isn't fully the case when he's such a manipulator. But the rest, faith in his abilities and the personality itself rings true.

Kaleb isn't afraid to cut his own path, doing whatever is necessary to get the results he wants or needs. I doubt he hesitates to put his plans into action either.

Therefore he is a Confident Go-Getter.

Chucky and Tiffany

Chucky is really difficult because, similar to Kaleb there isn't really any personality perfectly befitting of "evil stabby person".

If I had to classify him as anything, it'd be between Outgoing Leader and Confident Go-Getter, and Confident Go-Getter also wins for Chucky:

Chucky would have literally murdered a child to get a body again if he'd had his way, enough said.

It might sound strange, but I'd classify Tiffany as an Easygoing Dreamer in the worst of ways:

Does things at his/her/their own pace in a genuinely honest and kind manner. Idealistic and romantic. Often has his/her/their head in the clouds...but also comes up with a lot of great ideas as a result.

So many of the things she does because she's a romantic, and she's typically nicer than Chucky because of this. Replace great ideas with terrifying ones though.

Andy

This one is also tricky because I'm mostly familiar with Andy as a child, and adult Andy kind of confuses me. But I think it's safe to say Confident Adventurer fits quite well:

Tackles any challenge head-on, and has great faith in her/his/their own abilities. Risk taking and ambitious. Full of energy, and does almost everything on a whim. Once started, nobody can stop her!

He rarely cowers in fear of anything, in the second movie he even tried to kill Chucky himself. If Chucky is around to be killed, he'll go for it.

#tomotyping #tw murder mention

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caxycreations · 3 months

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Food Distribution on Relan

Since @thetruearchmagos seemed interested, thought I would do this haha.

Info and Worldbuilding under the cut

I'm just gonna go over Ferusian food distribution, as it's the leading nation for food practices, and most other nations emulate (to varying degrees of success) these practices.

I may also go slightly off topic, though still relevant, so bear with me.

Ferusian Food Distribution

Ferus is the leading nation for food distribution practices. There are very, very strict laws in place that severely punish poor practice.

Ultimately, this is how food is managed in Ferus:

Food is produced by farms, hunters, and reserves.

Farms specifically deal in crops. Fruits, vegetables, berries, and other plant-based food sources. While some are specialized (the third largest farm in Ferus is 22,000 acres and is dedicated entirely to the growth of corn), others grow a variety of crops (the largest farm in Ferus is approximately 45,000 acres and the land is divided between apple and pear orchards, as well as potato, carrot, and onion fields) for the nation. These farms supply Distribution Firms with the crops, which are then delivered via specially designed trucks to local markets, manufacturing plants, and other such places to be sold or refined.

Some of these trucks are designed for long-distance travel and, through the Speedway that stretches across Ferus, deliver their cargo across the nation to other Distribution Firms, which then deliver the goods to the nearby businesses and markets.

Then there are hunters. In Ferus, "Hunter" is still very much a viable career path. Hunters are employed by the Ferusian Wildlife Management Force (FWMF), and are tasked with preventing overpopulation of invasive species. The FWMF specializes in a practice known as "controlled invasion", wherein they will introduce a small number of a species into an environment where their unique evolutions make them hyper-suited to thrive. This creates an invasive species "problem", and when numbers reach problematic levels, the FWMF deploys waves of Hunters to thin the herd. This manufactured cycle allows Ferus' wildlife to thrive freely in environments suited to them, without allowing any one species to completely dominate all others in an ecosystem.

It also allows the Hunters to hunt year-round, though with a monthly limit on each species.

Species hunted under the authority of the FWMF include, but are not limited to: deer, elk, boar, greatwolves, rabbits, moose, pheasant, duck, and bear.

The last branch of Ferusian food distribution is known as the Reserves.

Reserves are animal farms. Great swathes of land with a safe, peaceful environment where herd animals are raised. Reserves follow strict environmental policies, limiting the size of herds as well as the rate of growth of herds, ensuring the well-being of both local environment and global environment due to how large these Reserves would grow otherwise.

When a herd exceeds the maximum size, Reserve owners enact Culling, a process where they will humanely put down 2/3 of the population of the Reserve. The process for this differs from species to species and from Reserve to Reserve, but strict laws are in place that require methods to be painless and swift, to prevent cruelty.

The 2/3 of the herd that is put down is then delivered to Processing Plants where they are butchered, separated into the various meats and cuts that are available from the species, and prepared for sale and redistribution.

Side note: Due to Tangkorak influence on Ferusian law in the early days, there is a law that forbids waste of a slaughtered animal, and as such every aspect of the animal is used. Bones are used for broth manufacturing, excess fat is turned into cooking oils, and so on. Ferusian Law dictates no part of a slaughtered animal is to go to waste.

This is the first step in Ferusian food distribution.

Once food has been delivered to local businesses and Processing Plants, it goes through the next phase.

Those foods delivered as-is to businesses are simply sold and used by the populace (though locally-grown and locally-raised goods are always free, you only pay for food that was shipped from other parts of the country or other nations).

The food delivered to Processing Plants however is then processed into various forms. Crops are separated into slices, sauces, mashes, jams, jellies, juices, seeds, etc, and packaged as such. Meats are sliced, mashed, blended, shredded, etc, and packaged as such.

These processed forms of food are then distributed locally and across the nation.

It's worth noting that 60% of raw-form food (un-processed meat and crops) are distributed locally, with 60% of processed food also being distributed locally.

Due to the vast farms and reserves that produce food as well as the carefully maintained manufactured ecosystems by the FWMF, food is plentiful in Ferus and any excess is sold to other nations to avoid a hunger crisis and as efforts of good faith and peace between countries.

Note: If there is a specific question any part of this raises, by all means ask. I more than likely have an answer for it.

#relan #worldbuilding #tylvinian tales

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caxycreations · 3 months

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IT'S DONE. IT'S FINALLY DONE.

CHAPTER EIGHT OF TYLVINIAN TALES IS OUT NOW

Find it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50774143/chapters/135891799

Or here: https://www.tumblr.com/caxycreations/741997884816375808/tylvinian-tales-the-wolfs-den?source=share

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I finally finished it ;w;

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caxycreations · 8 months

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Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den

Chapter One: Dance

Ferusian Law, First Sequence, Article One: Protection of Opinion

Ferusian citizens are entitled to opinion, and non-violent expression of opinion, regardless of theme, topic, or form, and are not to be subjected to harm, persecution, or discrimination based on opinion held by any Ferusian citizen. This right shall not be infringed by any person(s), government(s), or organization(s) under any circumstances.

Failure to adhere to this law is an act of treason.

The crowd before me cheered, bodies jumping, moving, writhing in time with the beat of the music pouring into the room. As the bass thumped, feet stomped, and the thrum of the dance floor could be felt all around. At the center of the crowd, with people on all sides of him, dancing with wild abandon and not a care in the world, there amid the excitement stood David Seltz. He was my best friend in the world, the man I’d grown up with and spent the better part of my life with so far. Entirely platonic, of course. We were friends, and even with our jokes and the games of chicken we would play, it never went further than that.

My name is Ryder Trayson, I’m 22-year-old Grey Greatwolf. I live in Tylvin, the capitol city of Ferus, where I work as a freelance musician. Most of the time I work as a DJ for various clubs around the city, but tonight I was working for free. It was worth it, given I was playing for one man’s most important day of the year. It was the twenty-third day of Fina, year four thousand and nineteen. David’s twenty-first birthday. He had asked me to play for him tonight, even offering to pay me, but I couldn’t do that to him.

The music swelled, and the crowd lost themselves in its ebb and flow as the melody played. I had a buffet of stimulation before me. Sights, sounds, smells, textures. But my eyes kept drifting back to the hybrid dancing in the crowd. David. He was a caxy, a hybrid between fox and cat species. Half snow fox, half Maltese, a blend that worked well together if his physique and fur patterns were anything to go by.

David was a mid-tone grey color, with white fur stretching from his lower lip down his chin, throat, chest, belly, and dipping into his inner thighs. The fur of his fingers and toes were black, making them stand out sharply against the grey of his hands and paws. He had rings of black around his eyes, and crescent-shaped white fur along the bottom of those black rings that looked like bags under his eyes, an eternally tired look. His thick, long hair was mahogany brown and unkempt, haphazardly brushed so that it covered his left eye.

Then my gaze drifted to his eyes. He had eyes like cornflowers, as blue as nature allowed. They had a gentle glow to them, a dim light radiating outward. In the dark it was especially noticeable, like dim neon. It gave him an ethereal appearance in the dark, and now was no exception, with the light of his eyes amplified in the black light that filled the room.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. His ears, flicking and twitching with the music, his lips parting and closing to sing along. The fishnet shirt, which showed off his girlish figure and soft, smooth fur. He was wearing a pair of sky-blue elbow-length fingerless gloves, standing out in stark contrast to his pale fur and the darkness of his fingers.

Around his waists was a black pleated skirt, cerulean lines cutting across the waist and made brighter by the black light. I chuckled to myself at the sight. He looked fantastic. He was stunning and everyone knew it, judging by the hands roaming his body now and then. He leaned into some, and playfully swatted at others, never letting anyone get too close to any particularly intimate places.

As the song ended, he settled into a comfortable stance before stretching. I grabbed my microphone, standing up and gesturing for the spotlight to aim my way. I cleared my throat, getting the crowd’s attention before addressing them.

“Everyone havin’ a good time? Lemme hear it!” Roars of approval filled the room. I knew my crowd, and my crowd knew me. They followed me where I performed, introducing new people to my sound and my style. It felt good to know I could draw them in, even to places they wouldn’t go otherwise.

“Glad to hear it! We got one last song for tonight, and it’s a special one. But I gotta say a couple of things before I play it.” I projected my voice, the microphone amplifying my already booming speech. The crowd quickly got quiet, waiting for what I had to say. I relaxed, my energy dropping a little for the calm speech to come. “Today is special to me. It’s a lot of anniversaries of first times. The first time I met a hybrid, the first time I made a friend, first time I got laid.” I chortled, the crowd laughing in response.

“That last one was unrelated, but it’s still a big first time! But anyway…Today’s important for a lot of reasons, least of all being those anniversaries. Today’s important because it’s the anniversary of the day my best friend came into this world. And for something that special, I had to make the last song of the night all about him. I know y’all are used to my usual style, but this time I had to mix it up a bit. Happy birthday, Davey. Enjoy.”

I put the microphone back on its stand, sitting down and starting the next song. I didn’t need to do anything else. I simply needed to play the file for this one, and let the music fill the room.

When the world is dark, and the moon is high

When the pale glow is cast across the sky

When the city sleeps and dreams abound

That’s when the King makes his nightly rounds

He’s looking for fun and brings the heat

He’s loyal and honest and oh-so-sweet.

If you haven’t met him then let the ignorance end

His name is David, and he's everyone’s friend!

The King of Caxies and the Queen of the Scene,

Makin messes and trouble and getting out clean,

With eyes like the ocean and a heart so true,

He wants to rock the night and that's what he'll do!

He’s the Duke of the Dance and the Duchess of Night,

Rocking every song til the morning light,

With a stomp and a shout, he's makin' some noise,

His name is David, get to know'im boys!

The King of Caxies and the Queen of the Scene,

Makin messes and trouble and getting out clean,

With eyes like the ocean and a heart so true,

He wants to rock the night and that's what he'll do!

Time’s almost up, the night's reachin' an end,

So let me tell you one more thing ‘bout my greatest friend,

There’s only one thing for me left to say,

David Seltz my brother, have a great birthday!

The King of Caxies and the Queen of the Scene,

Makin messes and trouble and getting out clean,

With eyes like the ocean and a heart so true,

He wants to rock the night and that's what he'll do!

He had been embarrassed at first, an entire song about him wasn’t what he’d expected, but as soon as the beat hit the floor and the crowd got into it, he joined in without a care in the world. It wasn’t my usual style, and I’d struggled for weeks trying to put it together. I still wasn’t completely happy with it; I knew I could have done better. But time had run out and I’d done what I could with what I had. He didn’t seem to mind the cheesy lyrics or the silly rhymes, he was too focused on the rhythm. Too focused on being the center of attention, in his element. It was heartwarming to see him so unfiltered, so unashamedly happy.

When the song ended, and the music died down, I took hold of the microphone again and introduced the next performance before taking my leave. Stepping down from the stage, I moved through the backstage areas until I came to a door that led to the main hall of the building, heading through it and beelining it towards the bar. I had a ritual to keep, one I’d been performing after every show, no matter where I played, for the last four years.

With a glance back to the caxy in the crowd, seeing a guy on either side of him, I knew he was in good hands. Good enough, at least, for me to focus on the drink calling out to me from the bar.

End of Chapter One

Author's Note: This is still a draft, and any critiques are welcome to help me improve it! I'm going to try shorter chapters for now but I may switch to longer ones later. We'll see. I actually meant to post this much earlier, but some things kept my attention and I forgot to >//< But for now, enjoy chapter one, let me know what you think, keep criticism constructive, and I'll be working to improve my writing as I go so that the final draft will be the best version I am capable of creating ^-^

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Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den

Chapter Eight: Application

Ferusian Law, Third Sequence, Article 2: Law of Union

Ferusian citizens are entitled to membership with any Union, Guild, or other organization of representatives and beneficiaries within their field. Employers are required to comply with all local Union and Guild guidelines.

Unions and Guilds within Ferus are subject to all federal laws and regulations, and cannot impose guidelines that contradict them.

Employers failing to adhere to Union or Guild guidelines are subject to blacklisting, a legally-recognized form of employment prevention which disallows an employer from benefitting from the work of Guild or Union members.

Unions and Guilds are permitted to set requirements and criteria for membership, but cannot revoke membership without approval from a local employment office.

Unions or Guilds found violating any law are subject to disbanding or forced leadership change.

I woke up with a start, eyes snapping wide open and scanning the room around me. My den, quiet and calm, even the TV had been turned off. Looking around, I found my phone on the floor, ringing and buzzing. Picking it up, I squinted at the screen, light flooding the room from the now-active device. It was only my alarm, no phone calls to worry about. Six in the morning, time to get up.

I set the phone down on the chair arm, stretching with a pop as my back reacted to the movement. Something white caught my vision in the darkness of the room, and a glance revealed it to be a small set of papers on the coffee table, along with a sticky note. Moving to sit at the couch to read, I stopped short of actually sitting, making my way instead over to the light switch and turning it on before sitting down.

The sticky note was from David.

"Hey big guy, you seemed so comfy so I didn't wanna wake you! But you should really look through this! I did, and I'm jealous!!"

It was signed with his name. I always found his signature a little cute. He dotted the 'I' of his name with a heart, and the 'D' at the end always had a squiggle coming off it that circled his whole name. It made me smile, and I couldn't help but sigh a little. He was probably asleep, and no telling when he would wake up. I looked at the papers he'd left me to look at, realizing it was the application form Kaleb had given me.

David had gone and brought the papers in from the truck for me to read. I'd made a deal with Kaleb, and now David encouraging me, I had no choice but to at least consider the work. I glanced through at first, most of it was standard application jargon, but something caught my eye. It was inked in, not typed like the rest. Added under the rest of the benefits after the fact.

"Priority scheduling for any weekend performance with one week's notice."

I glowered, eyes locked on the words. A snarl built up in my throat, and I almost tore the paper apart then and there. Priority scheduling? Was he testing me? Or did he think I was stupid? Tylvin's creative fields, like my own DJ work, were under the jurisdiction of the Tylvinian Artist's Guild. The Guild had strict rules, I couldn't accept any work by a blacklisted employer and if an employer tried to cut deals with me specifically, under the nose of the Guild, it was reason enough to blacklist them.

Worse still, if I accepted a deal like that, it was grounds for immediately revoking my membership. They'd have to argue it to the government, but with such a clear breach of terms they'd have my membership revoked in a day or less. Kaleb was risking himself doing this...And if I accepted the deal, I would be risking myself too.

I growled louder, furrowing my brow. This changed a lot of things. I could cross it out...Or I could take it to the Guild, show them what he had written. I could turn him in for breaking guidelines. But if I did that to one of the richest men in the country, I'd be putting a target on my back for sure. I sighed, setting the papers down and deciding to think on it more later.

I stood, stretching until my back popped, then made my way around the chair and past the bar counter, into the kitchen. After rifling through the fridge, I put some bacon in the oven alongside sliced chicken, setting a timer before heading to my office for my morning workout. When the timer went off, I set aside my weights to go eat. After breakfast, and a quick shower, redressing quietly to avoid waking David, I sat back at the chair to review the application again.

I read over the entire form, top to bottom, cover to cover, and lay my head in my hands. It was a fantastic offer. The benefits, the pay, everything was hard to pass up. But I couldn't help but feel I was fine as I was. I might not be shopping from the wealthier sections of the store, but I was doing fine with what I had. House was paid off by the time my parents had me, I could cover my internet bill just fine, and I had plenty for gas.

I didn't need the job, or the benefits. It wasn't like I would ever need health insurance with my nature. I closed my eyes, thinking it over, or trying to. My thoughts were interrupted by a hand resting on my shoulder. I looked up and saw David, dressed in a t-shirt and his boxers, his eyes on mine and worry on his face. His tail was curled around his waist and I sat up, patting my lap. I knew that look, and the body language made it clear. He'd had a nightmare. I'd learned years ago his nightmares were nothing to sneeze at.

"Alright there, Davey?" I asked, patting my lap again. He sat quietly on my lap, resting his head on my chest and shaking his head. I wrapped an arm around him and sighed. "Which one was it this time, bud?"

He looked up at me with watery eyes, then looked back down. "It was Mom this time..." He said shakily. "She was...She wasn't herself."

I nodded. "D'ya wanna talk 'bout it?" I asked softly, trying to keep my voice gentle.

He shook his head again and looked over at the table. "Were you filling out the application?" He asked, his voice still shaky. It was my turn to shake my head, giving his back a pat.

"Was jus' readin', haven't filled nothin' out yet. Ain't too sure I got any reason t' take'im up on th' offer." I said plainly. David picked up the application form, reading over it. I half-chuckled as I noticed him tense up, no doubt his eyes had landed on the very same note I'd stopped reading at initially.

"Is...he serious with this?" He asked, seeming more awake now, his voice less shaky. I gave a shrug, shaking my head a little.

"I ain't got th'foggiest idea. Could be testin' my resolve, or morals. Could be dead serious. I was jus' wonderin' if'n I should cross it out an' fill it out that way." I replied, looking at the papers in his hands. He looked over his shoulder at me, half-suspicious.

"Wondering...Does that mean you were thinking of filling it out...without crossing it off, mister?" he asked pointedly, poking a finger at my cheek warningly. I let out a chuckle, then hung my head in shame.

"I'll admit, I was thinkin' 'bout it. If'n I take th'job at all, might be nice to have a nice, consistent place t'make my name." I admitted, glancing down and sighing. "But I can't help but wonder if'n I even need th'work. I got what I need, y'know? Ain't like I need more."

He relaxed against me, shoulders lowering, shifting back ever so slightly. I smiled at that, seeing him visibly forgetting the stresses of his nightmare. He leaned forward to lay the papers on the table again before standing up and stretching. He turned to face me, shirt lifting a little with the twirl he did, the briefest flash of his white underbelly, the grey hips the waistband of his boxers were that slightest bit too low to cover.

"Ryder Trayson, you are one thick-headed wolf, you know that?" He said in irritation. "You have what you need right now, but what about when you can't do music anymore? Your royalties aren't going to keep you in this house then, and you know it. And even THINKING about signing that form without crossing out the one part of the whole thing that could get you blacklisted and out of a job is nuts!"

His frustration shocked me. I leaned back a little, and I could feel his stare burning into my eyes as he spoke. His hands found his hips and he leaned over, glaring into my eyes.

"You're gonna cross that line out and fill out that application, and you're gonna rock that job, because if you don't, how are you going to save up? Hm? You're paycheck to paycheck!" He half-yelled his words, frowning at me.

I thought about what he'd said for a second, and sighed, leaning forward and resting my arms over my knees. "You're right. I know, I don't need it now but I might later, but th'question is whether'r not I need it bad 'nuff t'sell myself t'that bastard Kaleb. I ain't that desperate."

He stood upright, looking at me. His eyes softened, brows going up a little and his frown twitched, growing a little deeper. "Is that why you think I took the job at the café with him? Because I was desperate?" He asked, voice starting to shake.

I realized I'd struck a nerve. Taken away his stress so easily, and just as swiftly given it back. I was supposed to be his source of comfort, his friend, and instead I'd been the reason he was hurt.

"You know that ain't what I meant by it, Davey...Shit, I'm sorry man I wasn't tryna say nothin' t'hurt ya...I jus' meant- I mean t'say I was' jus' tryna say I wasn't sure if workin' for Kaleb was th'right play." I said, trying hard to keep my words steady. The last thing I wanted to do was make things worse.

He shook his head, moving to sit on the couch a couple feet away. I could feel the tightness in my chest, the quick pulse in my veins. He took it a lot worse than I'd meant it, and I had no clue how to make this better. He sighed, and I was worried things might get worse before they got better.

"It's fine. I just worry about you, big guy...I wanna know you're taken care of, and...And that you're okay," he said as he turned to look at me. "I care about you, even if you are a dummy sometimes..."

I nodded, looking away from him. I couldn't meet his eyes, not right now. Not after causing the tears that were welling up in them. Especially not when I didn't know how to make it right for-

I did know. I knew how to make it right for him. He wanted me to take the job. He wanted me to take the job the right way.

I reached for the pen, wrapping my fingers around it. I leaned over the table, my other hand holding the paper in place. I heard David say something, but barely processed it. Page one, filled out. Another word from David. Page two, done. Three, four, all signed and sealed.

I looked at the inked in line at the bottom of the last page, furrowing my brow. I didn't care why he put it there anymore. I growled, lips curling back as my throat rumbled, baring my teeth to the page.

He thought he could buy my loyalty with illicit promises.

He thought he could test my resolve with the idea of better treatment.

He thought he could intimidate me.

He thought wrong.

I dug my pen into the page, practically carving lines of ink into the page rapidly, hand shaking. By the time I was done, there were small scratches into the paper where the tip of the pen had dug in too deeply. I was grateful the other side of the page was blank.

I glared at the mark, a light growl rumbling up in my throat. I had half a mind to tear the paper to shreds, to destroy the source of my anger, destroy the symbol of Kaleb's intentions, his 'offer' to me. I was stopped by a soft touch on my shoulder.

I relaxed immediately, growl stopping in an instant. Looking over my shoulder, I saw David standing beside me, a hand tentatively on my shoulder. His brows were furrowed, his lips parted, eyes shaking slightly. Fear. David was afraid. I'd scared him.

"Ryder, it's...It's just paper..." He said hesitantly. I took a deep breath in, eyes flicking to the paper before returning my attention to David. He had woken up, groggy and scared. I'd made it worse, and here he was still trying to help me calm down.

I nodded, standing up and giving him a hug. I closed my eyes when I felt his arms wrap around me in kind, and I took in another deep breath. This little caxy was incredible. He was kind, and patient, and considerate. Trying to take care of me even while he was in need of comfort himself.

It reminded me why we'd been friends for so long. Reminded me why I was so in...So determined to keep him safe. I let go and smiled, heading for the kitchen. I heard a soft mrow from behind, and chuckled.

"I've done had breakfast, but y'ain't had nothin' but tears an' stress. Lemme make ya somethin', anythin' at all. Jus' name it." I said with a smirk. I rolled my head, popping my neck and pushing my thoughts towards cooking and away from all the stress, and other feelings.

"Are you sure? If you've already cooked today then it's not fair for you to have to cook again just cause I woke up later." He said softly. I chuckled, already looking in the fridge to find something he'd like. I got an idea, and grabbed the milk, heading for the cabinets next.

"I'm sure, man. Y'had enough stress. Y'really think I'm gonna let ya add t' that by makin' ya cook?" I said playfully. I knew he loved to cook, but I knew just as well that he learned to love it out of necessity. If I could take that away, even for a meal or two here and there, it was a win in my book.

A little prep time and a bit of idle chatter later, and David was sitting on one of the bar stools at my counter, chowing down on a bowl of cheesy tuna and pasta, tail swaying freely and happily. I was across the counter from him, leaned over and smiling, my tail wagging slowly behind me. I looked over to the clock and sighed to myself.

"Ain't it 'bout time for th'coffee shop t'open?" I asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. This was normally when David was heading out on his morning shifts, and I was more than ready to have those papers out of my house. The longer they sat under my roof, the more infected the home felt. I made a mental note to scrub the table they sat on once I got home.

"Hm?" He asked, mouth still full of pasta as he looked up at me with wide curious eyes. He swallowed hard, barely chewing the food in the process before nodding. I half expected him to say something else, but he just re-immersed himself in the food, taking another spoonful and shoveling it into his mouth.

I chuckled, shaking my head and standing upright. I headed for the coffee table, scooping up the papers and folding them, putting them in my pocket. "Alright, well I'mma head t'the cafe an' drop these off for th'lil prick. Y'comin' with?"

He nodded excitedly and swallowed another bite. "Yep! Mind dropping me off at the mall afterwards? I woke up to a text from Trace asking me to meet him and Moss in the food court today, I'll let him know I'll be there in about half an hour."

I gave a nod, smiling and heading for the door, grabbing my keys on the way. David started to skip after me and I had to put a hand up to stop him. "Much as I love th'view'a that ass, I don't love it enough t'let my best friend get arrested fer public indecency." I joked. He giggled, turning and wiggling his butt at me a little.

"You mean you don't wanna just stare at this aaaalllll day?" He joked back, and I rolled my eyes. He skipped off towards my room to find some of his spare clothes, and I headed for the truck. A little later and David joined me, and we headed for the cafe.

Kaleb wasn't there yet, if he was going to be at all, but I was able to leave my application with the barista. Another short drive and I was dropping David off at the mall. I'd intended to just drop him off and go, but the call with Davina played back in my head and I gave a smile.

"Hey, do me a favor, man?" I called out to David from the window. He turned, skipping back over and leaning on the door with a smile.

"What'cha need, big guy?" He asked curiously.

"When y'see Trace an' Moss, once y'all've had a chance t' talk a lil, mind sendin' th' pup out my way? Been a while since we got t' talk, jus' th' two'a us. Missin' th' lil nibling." I asked.

He nodded, giggling and heading back for the entrance. I pulled into the nearest parking space and pulled out my phone, texting the space number to David and leaning back in my seat. I closed my eyes, figuring with those three it could be a while. I opened them long enough to pull the key and stuff it in my pocket before laying back again, resting my eyes and waiting for Moss.

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Believe it or not

I did get some work done on Tylvinian Tales!!!

I managed to get another thousand words added to the next chapter. :D

And, for those new to my work, here:

Every chapter so far, and as a bonus:

WARNING: FINAL CHAPTER IN THE RELANIAN TALES SERIES IS NSFW.

But yeah! There's my work on Ao3 and, if you'd prefer, almost all of it is available on my tumblr page here as well through my pinned post~!

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Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den

Chapter Nine: Sweet Tooth

Ferusian Law, Third Sequence, Article 3: Law of Trespass

Ferusian citizens are entitled passage and habitation of any residency or public space as recognized by the Department of Home and Business.

Citizens are strictly forbidden from passing through, entering, or inhabiting any residency or public space owned privately through individual or business contract, such as homes, apartments, or private contractors.

Citizens are also forbidden from entering any space designated as Hazard Level C or higher by the Department of Risk Assessment, such as some condemned buildings, glassed towns/cities, or storm-wrecked districts.

Citizens caught in forbidden areas are fined no less than $10,000 and given a minimum of two months community service, up to a maximum of six months imprisonment.

I woke up to the sound of a claw tapping on glass, and for a minute I worried I'd been out here so long security flagged me as a risk. A glance out the window brought a smile to my face instead of a scowl, seeing I was wrong. A pale blueish gray caxy was standing at the window, dark markings in the shape of a cats eyes framing their forest green eyes. Ears pierced ten times each, and sharing Davina's signature studs above the eyebrow.

A lip ring adorned the thick, black bottom lip they shared with their mother. Brown hair, fluffy and thick, messy but swept to part on the left side. They were wearing a dark green bomber jacket, one that matched with David's, and Davina's, in style if not in color. A hand-drawn, stylized S was on the left side of the chest. Trace's logo.

Moss.

I chuckled, unlocking the doors and stepping out, pulling the young hybrid into a hug. "Howdy, pup. How's life?" I asked, smiling. I could guess easily how life had been. Life with Davina was always interesting, given her habits. But I was still curious to hear how they'd been, and what they'd been up to, apart from that. Moss shifted in their seat, trying to get comfortable before giving me an answer.

"It's been good! Mom's been stressing over my weekend trips like usual, but she did mention something about taking my driver's test next year, so soon I'll be able to start practicing!" They said, half excited. Moss smiled, buckling into their seat and looking at me expectantly.

"Hell yeah! You gonna practice with 'Vina or Trace?" I asked, starting up the truck and pulling out of the lot, heading for the nearest Mac Patty's.

"I think I'd like to practice with Trace. Mom's great, most of the time, but I don't think she'd be very good at teaching me while she's busy fussing over every little thing I do behind the wheel." They said, letting out a chuckle. It was wild imagining Davina of all people fussing and fretting over little things, but I understood. Moss was special to her like that. We pulled in and got out, heading in and placing our orders before settling down at a table.

"How's it been here? Been good or...?" Moss trailed off, smiling curiously. I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Well, David's avoidin' home for a while. Tired of th' empty space, I reckon. Can't say I blame'im, he's got next t' nothin' unpacked there an' it's a damn depressin' little apartment." I responded with a dismissive wave. "Other'n th' houseguest I've been entertainin', it's been same as usual. Got a job offer though, security at th' club David had his 21st at."

Moss suddenly lit up, smiling wide at me and setting their burger down. "Oh yeah! I wanted to ask you, do you think you can get me in some time? I'm here every weekend, can't you get me in?" They asked, excited and almost pleading. They made wide, hopeful eyes, the smile on their face warm and eager. A hope, warmth, and eagerness I had to crush, unfortunately.

"No can do, pup. Ain't old enough an' they card ya at every turn in there. Davey almost gets thrown out ten times a night when he's in there, they have such a hard time trustin' his ID." I answered, half-sad at having to deny them. "Y'wouldn't be able t' get on th' dance floor, wouldn't be able t' get t' th' bar t' order water, an' ya wouldn't be able t' get in th' front door. Even if'n I helped ya by, they'd card ya inside an' we'd both be in trouble." I said with a sigh.

I watched them deflate, shoulders sagging and smile fading to a frown, eyes shifting to look at their food again. "Oh…Okay, sorry Uncle Rye." They apologized, low and quiet. I hated being the bearer of bad news. I glanced at the menu and chuckled, seeing a few pies, cakes, and ice cream options. I tapped one I knew they liked, a personal sized mulberry pie, and raised an eyebrow, smirking. They looked at the menu where I'd tapped and laughed a little, then looked at me.

"Are you sure, Uncle Ryder? I don't wanna cost you too much…" they said hesitantly. They glanced back to the menu, and I heard a soft, quiet mewl from them. I nodded, laughing a little and waving over a waiter, ordering two of the pies and a third to-go. Moss smiled, still not as energetic as they had been, but noticeably better than they had been a minute ago. We finished our food in silence, and when the pies came out, we ate them quickly and left.

Moss smiled as they sat their take-home pie in the floorboard, buckling in. "So guess what Trace said he would buy me today!" they said excitedly. I chuckled, shaking my head. Gifts from Trace were always bad news in the best way. I couldn't help but wonder what the fox had planned.

"What's that, pup?" I asked, smiling at them.

"Running shoes! There's a new shop that opened a few blocks from the mall, and he said when we leave there he'll buy me a pair!" the little caxy exclaimed. I smiled, nodding.

"Hell yeah! Well let's get ya back there so y'can get'em then." I said with a grin, putting the key into the ignition.

Starting the engine, I pulled out from the lot and headed back for the mall, settling into a space near the doors. Moss and I headed inside and, with a little searching, found David and Trace in Sugar Shack, a candy store David seemed incapable of skipping over when he came here.

"Trace! They have them this time!!" He exclaimed, bouncing giddily as he pulled a bar from the shelf. Double-stuffed king-sized cream bar, one of his favorites. Chocolate coating, Kanorian egg cream inside, and almonds throughout. He put several of the bars into his basket and skipped off to one of the scoop carts, grabbing a bag and filling it with various treats.

"Yep, I see that, did you leave any for anyone else?" the fox said with a smirk, walking over to keep up with David. Moss and I walked in and I grabbed a basket of our own, smiling.

"Go on, pup. Grab whatever y' want, I'll pay." I said, nodding to the candy. Moss shook their head and took the basket from me, quickly rushing off to fill it with their own selection of treats. I followed behind, tallying up the cost as they went. I knew better than to think they'd let me pay for it, and the only way I'd get the chance is if I was up there before they were and had the money ready to go.

"Oh my gods!!!" The exclamation turned every head in the shop, all eyes on the little grey caxy that had shouted. David was standing there holding a large box, a logo stamped on the back. He still hadn't noticed me, or Moss. I smirked, resigning myself to overpaying and just getting change back when Moss was done. Heading over to David, seeing Moss do the same out of the corner of my eye, I settled into place behind him, crossing my arms and looking over his find.

It was a gummy wolf, blue raspberry flavor. Industrial sized, the ones as big as a teddy bear. The eyes were peppermints, orange and white swirls meeting in a single point in the center. Trace had noticed me, but hadn't said a word, merely offering an acknowledging glance before focusing on David's presentation, the caxy now turning the box to face Trace.

"IT'S RYDER!!!" He yelled through his giggles, smiling wide. Moss, now approaching from behind Trace, nodded at David. The youngster nudged Trace, who nudged back with a grin, casually grabbing a couple of things from Moss' basket and slipping them into the inner pocket of his jacket.

"Sure is, Dee. I can definitely see Ryder." Trace said with a smirk, glancing at me again as he spoke. My smirk turned to a grin and I reached forward, grabbing the box from David's hands and heading for the front counter, carrying it under my arm and pulling my wallet out.

"Hey, that's-!" I heard David cut his words short, most likely realizing I had been the one to take it. I heard footsteps following, and as I set the gummy wolf down on the counter, David smacked my shoulder.

"That was rude, you know!" He scolded. I let out a chuckle and pulled a couple of hundreds from my wallet, looking around the store for a minute before nodding to myself and looking at the clerk.

"Here, $200, paying for everything these guys plan on getting. Whatever's left over you can pocket." I offered, holding the money out. The cashier, a black and brown husky, looked at the money and nodded, smiling.

"Understood, Sir! Take your time and stock up, we're closing for a few weeks for renovations in a few days so we won't be available much longer!" They responded, setting the money into a space beside the register to use when we checked out. David gave a mrow of disappointment and smacked my shoulder again.

"I was gonna pay for our candy…You need to save up-" I cut him off with a look, sternly locking eyes with him.

"Jus' cause ya got more'n we'll ever have in our lifetimes don't mean ya gotta pay for all our shit. Sometimes we wanna do somethin' nice for ya an' that's that." I said, relaxing into a smile. "Besides, I planned on payin' for the candy Moss grabbed an' figured I may as well cover all th' stuff if'n I'm gonna cover any of it."

David gave another indignant mrow before shaking his head, smiling wide and taking off to continue filling his basket. Moss gave me a playful glare before running off to stock up their own basket. Trace just stood beside me, rocking on his pads and watching the two boys collecting candy.

"Not gonna get any for yourself?" I asked him, looking over curiously. Trace simply smirked, making a show of shaking his head while his hand shifted in his pocket. I knew that signal perfectly. His coat was stuffed with snacks, tucked away in his 'special pockets' he'd had put in. Connections in the underground paid for themselves, I guess. "Understood." I said with a chuckle, shaking my head.

Had it been anyone else, I might have tried to stop them. Paid for their goods myself, at best, convinced them to pay themselves at worst, but Trace was a special case. We'd never seen eye to eye on this sort of thing, and learned early on in our relationship it was best not to ask where Trace got anything, and even better for us not to question the methods if we did find out. I watched David and Moss, giddy over the snacks they were finding, sharing excitement across the store.

Moss was athletic, healthy, they didn't indulge in sweets much, but a candy store like this had plenty they could enjoy. David was even helping, pointing out anything he found that wasn't some sugar-filled monstrosity of cavity-inducing sweetness. I leaned back, watching them, from David's tail, long and freely swaying in his joy, to his hair, flying every which way as he turned sharp corners, excitedly darting from shelf to shelf. It was too cute not to laugh a little under my breath, smiling wide.

Trace nudged my side, raising an eyebrow at me. "You ever gonna ask the lil guy out? Come on, man. You've been making puppy eyes at him for the last ten minutes." He asked, causing me to look at him with wide eyes, my brow furrowed.

"Jus' so y'know, I ain't got any intention'a askin' David out. We ain't like that, ya oughta know that by now. Jus' cause y'like fuckin' your friends don't mean everyone with a best friend is pinin' t' pound'em." I scoffed, shaking my head. Trace smirked a little more, flashing his teeth at me.

"You're just jealous it's so easy for me, but face it, anyone with eyes can tell you want a little more than just a night of caxy magic, you want the caxy himself." He accused, turning to face me properly. I frowned, shaking my head. The odd feeling here and there didn't mean anything, it was natural for folks as close to each other as David and I were to wonder once in a while, but that didn't mean we had to pursue it. I knew better than that.

"Might wonder now an' then, but I learned pretty well that friends don't make good mates. Learned that from you." I said pointedly, hoping the jab might make him drop the subject.

His own smile faded into a frown, and he sighed. "I'm different. I liked you. You loved me. Doesn't work if it's not a real back and forth, dumbass. Gotta be mutual." He said, leaning back against the counter and pulling his hands out of his pockets, crossing his arms. I nodded, looking at David and Moss again. Moss hardly had anything in their basket, focusing on the healthy treats, the sugar-free stuff. Comparing that to David's was an anthill to a mountain, David now carrying a second basket, the first piled high. I hoped I'd paid enough for all of it.

Moss ran up and set their basket on the counter, smiling. "I got all I wanted, Uncle Rye!" they said with a wide grin. The cashier scanned the items, a few bars, a couple bags of chips, some gum, and used a bit of the money I'd given to pay it out. Moss smiled, taking the bag of candy and settling in between Trace and I. Trace nudged Moss, the young caxy looking at him curiously. "What was that for?"

Trace nodded towards David idly. "Y'think Ryder and Davey would make a good couple, kiddo?" he asked casually, leaving me glaring at him. The last thing I needed was Moss thinking about that sort of thing.

"Aren't they already?" They asked the fox, genuine curiosity in their voice.

"No, pup, we ain't. Jus' friends." I answered before Trace could corrupt the situation any further. Moss looked at me, confused.

"But he lives with you, y'all sleep together most of the time, too. And you're always watching out for him, buying him gifts like today. Are…you two not dating?" they asked, and I began to wonder what sort of things Davina had told them, or neglected to tell them, about David and I. I shook my head, sighing. This subject was starting to wear on me.

"No. Davey's my best friend, ain't nobody like'im, but that's all. Gotta be mutual. An' it ain't." I said, looking over at the little grey caxy across the store, grabbing a few more candy bars and bounding towards one last display. "Th'feelin's ain't there, pup." I said plainly.

"Oh." The younger caxy said, idly pulling one of their snack bars from the bag and starting to eat it quietly. Trace looked at me, shaking his head and letting out a sound that was half a sigh, half a growl. I looked over just in time to notice him grabbing my shirt hard, pulling me with all his strength out of the store. I could have resisted, but if he wanted to talk, better hear him out than have him make a scene in the store.

"Moss, stay there and make sure David uses what Ryder paid before he tries paying himself. I've gotta talk to your Uncle." he said, scowling. We made our way out of the store, settling in a few stores down with Trace glaring up at me, arms crossed.

"Do you have any clue how dense you are? Any idea at all?" He asked angrily, scowl only strengthening. "David looks up to you, admires you, adores you, trusts you more than he does any of us, even his own damn sister. We see you two together every time we see one of you, can't get an hour alone with either one. Even when you took off with Moss, you were back in forty minutes. Just can not stay away. But the feelings aren't mutual?"

I started to answer, but he cut me off. "Nuh-uh, quiet, not done. I've watched you rush in like a bat out of hell for the kid, but I've never seen you hurry like you have for David. Nobody else gets that privilege." His expression softened, and he looked at me with sadness in his eyes, though he tried hard to hide it. "Not even me, back then."

I was taken aback. Trace was always the blunt one, having this explosion was rare. He always spoke his mind in the moment, and I wondered why he had bottled this up. But I wasn't about to ask and risk getting hushed again.

Trace returned to his scowl, shaking his head. "The feelings weren't mutual on your end, Ryder. Not then. But now? Now anybody on Relan can take one look and see that you'd take on Gaius himself if he were a danger to David." He accused, shifting his weight from one paw to the other.

"Trace, I do all that for David cause ain't nobody else done it." I said, sighing. He had a point, one I wanted desperately to ignore. I didn't want David and I to go the same way Trace and I had. I couldn't do that to him. I couldn't hurt him too.

Trace glowered at me, then let his shoulders slump. "You are…too stupid for your own good." He said, frustration in his voice. "And for David's."

His words came with a finality I didn't dare question or add on to. I watched him pad back towards the store and followed quietly. He had said his piece and I had no idea how to respond besides simply going back with him. I felt a tightness in my chest, heat rising in my heart. Anger, remorse, regret, blame, all fighting on equal ground to decide how I was supposed to feel.

We got back to the store, David and Moss waiting by the door. Trace smiled, wrapping an arm around each of the caxies. "Got your goods, boys? Gods know I do!" He said with a laugh, letting go of David to pat his pocket, the sound of cellophane crinkling as he did. I stepped up behind Moss, ruffling his hair and putting on my best smile. I ruffled Moss' hair, earning an angry mrow from the young caxy.

David looked at me and mrowed curiously. "Everything okay, Rye? What did you and Trace need to talk about?" He asked, obviously a little worried. I shook my head, smiling.

"Jus' some old wounds needin' t'be licked, that's all." I said casually. Trace nodded, grinning.

"Yeah, he licked my old wound real good~" He said with a smirk. Moss playfully smacked his shoulder, laughing. I admired how easily he could slip back into his casual, playful attitude.

"Trace!!" the younger caxy exclaimed, trying to quiet their laughter. The four of us headed for the front entrance, and Trace stopped us at the doors.

"Alright, David, remember the game plan?" he asked, a wild smile on his face. David nodded excitedly.

"Yep! Tomorrow night at eight, you pick me up at Ryder's and we head out. I've got my stuff at my apartment so we'll make a stop on the way home so I can get it!" He answered eagerly.

Moss smiled, nodding. "I've got my gear in the back of the car! So we'll be all set and ready to go!" They said confidently.

"Y'all wanna tell me what this is about?" I asked worriedly, looking at the excited trio. Trace grinned at my question, like he knew how the answer was going to make me feel.

"We're going ghost hunting at the mall in Old Town." he said proudly, like it was worth bragging about. Old Town was no joke. Spire in the area failed during a storm, and the entire district was lost to a lightning strike. Hundreds, gone in an instant. The stories of ghosts ran rampant after that, and with the damage to structures, I didn't like the idea of David going out there one bit.

"Y'all ain't doin' that. Not with David. I know you'll be fine, Trace, y'got that wind shit ya do, an' I trust Moss t' take care'a themselves jus' as well. Davey, please tell me ya ain't goin' with'em?" I asked, half-pleading.

David simply shrugged, smiling. He was going, and wasn't about to give me a chance to turn him away from it. I sighed, nodding.

"Take care'a Davey out there then. Ya put'im first, 'fore yourself, got it, Trace?" I insisted, baring my teeth. The fox shrunk a little at that, but nodded.

"We'll take good care of him, we always do!" Moss said with a smile. The little caxy nudged Trace and pulled his jacket a little. "C'mon, we gotta go get some sleep if we wanna be up all night tonight!" they demanded, grinning.

Trace nodded, following suit and waving his hand at us. "You two be good, and don't forget what I said, Ryder!" he yelled our way, heading for his car.

David and I shared a laugh, my own being more tense than happy, and headed for the truck. If David was going to go, at least I knew Trace had agreed to watch him like a hawk. For all my worries, I could trust Trace to keep his word. I had to hold on to that.

I had to trust David would be safe without me tomorrow night.

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I don't know if I posted this yet or not

I think I did

I can't remember

I've slept since then

But

LOOK

THIS

MY BOY

MY BABY BOY

David Seltz, one of the main cast members of Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den, as drawn by the artist Presuk (or Theo Neko in some spaces)

10 things about him to go with the new reference sheet:

He smells like citrus and pine (he uses a pine-scented cologne, but it's a cheap brand and his citrus-scented body wash scent blends with it)

His toe claws are retractable and he keeps them in 90% of the time.

Those are not tattoos on his neck, shoulder, and trap. Those are bite scars. One from a maned wolf, one from a furred dragon, and one from a cat, all exes of his during his "Mark me as yours" phase.

His tail is fully prehensile and can bend, twist, and curl in ways even other feline tails can't due to a mutation.

He has his mother's eyes.

His sister bought him that jacket, on the very same birthday he bought her one just like it, though in a different color.

He's sensitive about his hair. You can ruffle it, you can pet it, you can grab and pull it, but DON'T brush or "fix" it. He has it exactly the way he likes it, thank you very much!

He's got cat-like flexibility. Do with that what you will.

His freestyle dancing looks weird as hell outside the scene of a club, but those hips don't lie and he's given more than one "dance" that ended in a happy mess.

When he was little (around 3-7) he thought his fur patterns made it look like he had fingerless gloves, so he used to call his hands "glovies".

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Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den

Chapter Seven: Recreation

Ferusian Law, Third Sequence, Article One: Law of Consequence

Ferusian citizens are entitled to consequential action against inciting parties, provided the consequential action does not exceed severity of the inciting event.

Consequential action is defined as any measure, be it verbal, physical, or legal, that is taken in response to the inciting event.

Inciting event is defined as harmful action taken by an individual that is not a consequential action.

Inciting events or consequential action which break established Ferusian law are exempt from the Law of Consequence.

The drive was quiet, with David staring out the passenger side window. Glances at his reflection revealed a dull look in his eyes, and his fur bristled slightly with every movement of the truck. I was still angry myself, the last of my adrenaline only just starting to die down. Pulling into the parking lot, I took another glance at David and saw his expression had regained some of the life to it, his energy returning at the sight of the neon lights adorning the front of the building.

I parked the truck, stepping out as David followed suit, and we made our way into the arcade in silence. His smile started coming back the closer we got, and when we finally reached the front doors, he was practically skipping inside. I stopped at the counter to check the balance on my game card, my regular visits leaving me with quite a significant amount of tickets and credits from past visits. According to the system I was low on credits, so a quick top-up and we had more than enough for both of us.

I found David a moment later, holding the bars of a Tamp Tamp Maximum machine, one of his favorite dancing games. I rolled my eyes and smirked as I stepped up behind him, tapping his shoulder with my game card. He yipped and turned around, blushing when he realized it was only me.

"H-Hey big guy, you scared me!" He said with an indignant pout. His nose scrunched and he huffed a little before realizing I was holding my card out for him. He grinned, grabbing it with an excited giggle and wasting no time in tapping it against the scanner a few times, giving himself a fair few plays. I took the card back and leaned on the wall next to the machine. I wasn't much for the games, but David loved them, and I liked watching him have his fun.

His paws were a blur, tail moving wildly behind him, his arms and hands mirroring the motions of the cartoon dancer perfectly. The song was in Kanorian, nothing I understood, but David moved like he knew every step as well as the folks that wrote it. I let out a smile and, sure he would be fine if I stepped away for a moment, tapped the card against his scanner a couple more times and went to find something I could enjoy.

Basketball, mini-golf, shooters, the arcade had plenty of variety, but what caught my eye every time was skee ball. Simple, cheap on credits, and I was good enough to land enough tickets most times to make it worth it. I tapped a few times to my scanner, then to the ones on either side, figuring the next people would get a nice surprise at their free plays. I was just about to roll the first ball when I heard a splashing sound, and I felt my muscles seize.

I wasn't afraid of water, never had been. And yet here I was, my chest tight and my muscles tensing like I was about to fight, my heart racing. I stood there, as still as a stone, fur standing on end with my heart pounding in my ears. Then it came again, that splashing sound, and I knew why I was so panicked. That dream. That nightmare. I remembered it now. I knew I'd had a bad dream this morning, and hearing that sound brought to mind a flash of the ocean, dark shapes atop the surface, and a deep and unyielding burning in my chest as my lungs fought and failed to find oxygen.

Now knowing what was causing my anxiety, I tried my best to breathe slowly. I closed my eyes, thinking of everything I could think of to calm myself down. Music, food, Mom, Dad, Merissa. I tried to think of stories, of shows, movies, games. I tried to focus my thoughts on something, anything besides the sound of water filling my ears, the feeling of air leaving my body to be replaced by the agonizing liquid. It was no use. I dropped the ball I was holding, the sound muffled as I stepped back and braced myself against the nearest wall.

I wasn't used to this. I didn't get scared. I didn't feel anxious. I was the brave one, the confident one. David couldn't see me like-

David. David was here. He was barely halfway across the arcade. He'd see me. He'd see me afraid. He'd be scared to rely on me again. If I could panic over something as stupid as a sound in a gods-damned arcade, then-

No. No, no, no. He knows me better than that. David knows me. He knows I...

I growled, baring my teeth at nothing but my own fear. Standing up straight, I stepped back up to the game and picked up the ball I had dropped. David wouldn't see me scared, because I wasn't going to be scared. He would never think less of me for it. And I shouldn't expect him to. As I prepared to roll the ball, I heard the sound again and turned my head to find the source. It was a spin-the-wheel game with a pond theme. I glared at it, steadied my breath, and turned my back. I tuned it out and took my first roll.

I played for some time like that, my whole body tensing every time I heard that splash. Eventually, I ran out of plays and decided to make my way back to David. He was halfway through his last song, and I couldn't help but smile. His hair was wildly disheveled, his constant movement having undone whatever care he had taken to maintain the dark brown mess currently adorning the top of his head. I checked his score, chuckling to myself. It was perfect. He hadn't missed a beat.

As the song ended, he gripped the railing behind him, leaning back against it. I could see his chest heaving, hear his breathing. It was heavy, desperate. If I didn't know any better I'd say he'd been holding his breath in the entire time. He turned to hop off the platform, giggling as he saw me.

"Where you there the whole time, Rye?" He asked with a smile, hands fiddling with his hair to clean it up. I smirked, brushing his hands away and helping bring some order to the mess he'd put himself in.

"Nah, played a lil bit'a skee ball. Workin' on gettin' some tickets. Figured we'd see if we got enough for a decent prize this time. Ya still want that game system?" I asked, offering him my game card. He took it with a giddy smile, nodding excitedly and bounding off towards the racing games. I followed him and caught up just as he was pocketing the game card, hopping onto a motorcycle mounted on a metal base.

I watched him play for quite some time, and across several games. Hours passed and my eyes never left him, and my smile never faded. He deserved the break after the incident at work, and seeing the smile on his face, hearing his laughter so often, was well worth the hit my wallet would take. Eventually even he started to run out of energy, his tail swaying less excitedly, his steps losing their bounce little by little. Finally, he got off of a light-gun game and leaned against me with a happy-sounding purr.

"Satisfied? Spent enough'a my money?" I asked with a smirk, rubbing his back a bit. He nodded, smiling up at me and giggling softly. I rolled my eyes and held out my hand, closing my fingers around the card as he lay it in my hand.

"Can we check the prize counter? I wanna see how close we are to the Zenith." He said with a tired, but hopeful, smile. I nodded, and we made our way for the prize counter to check the balance of tickets on the card. I scanned it on the kiosk just beside the counter and while waiting for the machine to load, glanced at the Zenith console behind the clerk. A hundred thousand tickets. I had been saving up a while, and as the machine loaded I gave David a nudge. We were a thousand tickets short.

"Damn! Can we keep playing for a bit? We're so close to it, can we please, please, please get it today?" David begged, clinging to my arm. I laughed, nodding and loading up another fifty bucks onto the card and handing it to him. He darted off, quickly settling in front of a machine and starting to play. Another hour later, and a quick trip to the prize counter, and David was the proud owner of a brand new Zenith console. He held it in his arms like it was a precious child to him, even curling his tail around it protectively.

The drive home was filled with David talking at length about the games he planned to play, how excited he was to try the console out. I didn't understand most of it, but I did understand a few things. I understood the excited laughter meant he'd forgotten the stresses of work. I understood the beaming smile on his face meant I'd done the right thing. I understood that when we got home, he would set up the system and everything would be okay. I understood he was happy.

That was enough for me. Seeing his tail not wrapped around his waist, seeing his fingers drumming across the box in his lap, his teeth glinting in the light as he smiled, the idle bouncing in his seat. His joy shone in every single movement he made, and I couldn't help but smile with him. As we pulled into the driveway of my house and made our way inside, I figured he would waste no time in setting up. I was surprised when he set it down and rushed me, hugging me like his life depended on it.

"Thank you, Rye...Thank you!" He spoke softly at first, regaining his excitement quickly and letting go, racing off to set up his new console. He didn't even have any games for it, but I wasn't about to ruin his fun by reminding him of that. I was sure he'd find some free games until he bought a few. I sat in my chair beside the couch, laying back and closing my eyes. We had been in the arcade for hours, and I could feel myself getting tired from all the excitement of the lights and others around us. I was glad to be home, out of it all. As comfortable as I was in a club, arcades were a completely different story.

I could hear David giggling, and the sound of a system booting up. A second later, something fell into my lap. I opened my eyes, greeted by the sight of David laying across my lap, head against my chest and legs dangling over the armrest of the chair, kicking idly. I rolled my eyes at him and sighed.

"Comfy?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Very~! Now shush, I'm gaming!" He said with a giggle, nuzzling my chest for a second before focusing on the TV. I shook my head and smiled again, laying my head back and closing my eyes, relaxing slowly before drifting off to sleep, David playing his game and laying across my lap.

I opened my eyes, surrounded on all sides by water. Panicking, I began swimming up, frantically trying to reach the top. I held my breath, lungs burning and head becoming lighter by the moment, until I couldn't anymore. I took in a deep breath, instinctive and against my will, only to find I was perfectly fine. I took in oxygen, and let my breath back out, as easily as on land. I spun, testing my surroundings. They were still water. I was submerged, and yet...I was okay. Looking up, I saw dark shapes, dozens of them, on the surface.

Swimming upward, I found myself reaching surface quickly, with ease. I climbed onto the nearest boat, pulling myself from the water and dripping onto the dark wood of the craft. The moment my paws touched the wood, my lungs flooded, and I found myself coughing, sputtering, water pouring from me freely. I couldn't breathe, my lungs burning, freezing, shrinking, expanding, desperate for air that wouldn't come. I turned, remembering the water below, the safety inside, and just before I could dive in, I was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.

My eyes snapped open, blinking at the light, adjusting slowly as I woke up. David was shaking my shoulder and holding his phone out to me. I could hear a female voice on the line, and sighed. Taking the phone, I put it to my ear.

"Yo." I said plainly, keenly aware Davina was on the other end.

"Hey, Davey said you got him the Zenith he's been begging for. Did you?" She asked, almost pointedly. I chuckled, remembering she had planned to visit soon to give David his presents and pick up hers.

"Yeah, he had a rough day at work so we hit the arcade an' he had enough tickets t'grab th'console from th'prize counter." I replied. I thought she'd be happy, and instead was greeted with a very frustrated sound, halfway to a hiss and almost, but not quite, a growl.

"You bastard, I bought him one for his birthday and now I have to delay my trip so I can return it and buy him something else! Uuuugh, Okay. It's fine, I'm glad you took care of him. But really? I thought I told you I was getting it for him?" She was obviously irritated, but trying to keep calm. I looked at David, earning a confused head-tilt from the caxy.

"I'm sorry 'bout that, 'Vina. Forgot. If'n y'want, I can send a couple ideas for what he might like." I offered, wanting to make up for it. She laughed, a sultry and playful sound.

"If it's from Knotty Nights, don't bother. That was my backup plan." She said with a laugh.

"Well, I'll just keep it t'myself then." I said with a smirk. "Been alright, 'Vina? Ain't chatted in a while."

She was quiet for a moment. "I've been okay. Moss has been keeping me busy. I never thought raising a teenager would be so hard...They're a good kid, they behave and listen, but they're so..." She trailed off, sighing.

"Independent?" I asked.

"Yeah. I'm trying hard to do right with them, and Trace is helping a lot, but I think you should take some time to see them while they're out there this weekend. They talk about you and Davey a lot, I think they miss you." She explained. I nodded, mulling it over.

"I think I can do that, ain't no trouble t'head over t'Trace's place an' visit th'kiddo." I replied. "But ya woke me up an' I'm awful tired. I'mma give ya back t'Davey an' get a lil more rest. Seeya when ya get here, yeah? Stayin' here still right?" I asked.

"Yep. I'll be there in a couple days, gotta stop by K.N. and grab David's gifts, then I'll be heading there when they're wrapped." She replied. "Go on, gimme my brother back. Go sleep, I'm sick of you." She said with a giggle.

"Alright, alright. Here's Davey. Stay safe, 'Vina." I said with a laugh, holding the phone out to David. He took it, and as he chattered away with Davina, I sighed, relaxing again and letting myself fall back into a dreamless sleep, the barest hint of the feeling of something soft and warm being laid over me as the last sensation before slipping over the edge into sleep.

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If you ever put me in charge of writing something in your Setting...

[By the way, it was an absolute odyssey to find that first pic based purely off of an uncredited reddit meme, so giving a shout out @ / endjfcar for the amazing art]

I'm so far behind on so many asks for so many blogs @_@

But these are amazing!!!

And maybe one day (if I ever find myself diving deeper into Relanian militaries) we could brainstorm a little on this stuff so I can make proper military forces for the world ^-^

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Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den

Chapter Four: Shift

Ferusian Law, Second Sequence, Article One: Wage Law

Ferusian Citizens are entitled to financial compensation equivalent to the value of service provided. Jobs are to be categorized in order from highest compensation to lowest as follows: Necessary, Priority, Luxury, Leisure. Financial compensation is equivalent among all employed individuals within a category, ensuring all are given wages equal in value to the service they provide.

An employer is only required to pay the minimum wage offered by the category, and is within rights to offer more pay as they see fit.

Failure of any employer to adhere to this law is punishable by up to, but not exceeding, a prison sentence of ten years with no parole.

My home was nothing particularly fancy. It was a middling house, three bedrooms, one of which I’d repurposed into my workroom, two bathrooms, and a small kitchen only split from the den by a counter. There was a basement, entirely empty since my parents had moved out and taken their things. David had fallen asleep on the way home. I parked the truck in the garage and carried David into the house, stopping to hang my keys by the door once inside. Upon laying him in my bed, I had intended to leave him there under the blankets, to walk away and spend some time watching television or maybe a movie before laying down by his side so he wouldn’t wake up alone.

My plans were disrupted by grasping hands, clinging to my arm like a vice and pulling me towards the bed. I looked at the caxy laying there under the blankets, only to see the dim glow of his eyes shining through mostly closed eyelids. With tears in his eyes, he looked up at me, his grip on my arm never relaxing.

“Please…Please don’t go…Don’t…” He choked out, his voice raspy and low, every syllable seeming to take all his strength. I looked into his eyes and felt my heart shatter. I hated seeing him like this, in so much pain. I couldn’t leave him like this, and I kicked myself for even thinking of watching anything instead of being there for him.

Without a word, I lay down beside him and pulled him close to me. He wept into my chest, and I held him in my arms for what felt like hours. His tail coiled tightly around me, his legs tangling with mine as his arms clung to one of my own. He was seeking every ounce of contact he could get. Normally I would keep it light, but something about the way he whimpered against me, the trembling of his body against mine, broke my resolve into pieces. I couldn’t deny him the comfort that he so desperately needed. I couldn't sleep knowing I'd done any less than everything I could.

When his sobs turned to quiet whimpers, and then into soft, hitched breathing, I looked down at him, smiling sadly and looking over his face. He was sleeping, the fur of his cheeks and eyes matted, stained with tears. My shirt fared no better, dark stains from tears left on the fabric were across the chest. I shifted gently, carefully, slipping my shirt off inch by inch to avoid waking him. He was sound asleep, no more tears and no more sniffling, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, and I felt it best to try and join him, just not in my tear-stained shirt.

I wrapped my arms around him once again, pulling the blanket over us both as I closed my eyes. I wasn’t tired, but I felt content knowing he was finally able to rest, and I wanted to take the opportunity to try and get some rest of my own. I lay there for some time, arms around David, his breath warm against my chest. I could feel every twitch, every tremble, every shaky movement of his sleeping form. He was dreaming, no doubt. I hoped it was happy, at the very least. Letting myself relax a little more, I sighed, closing my eyes and giving in to the call of sleep.

It was small, delicate, gentle in its grip. I was pulled, fighting desperately against the surprising strength of the hand. Forced to face the other way, I was suddenly face to face with a shadow, dark and featureless. It leaned forward, pressing unseen lips to my own. In an instant, the water evaporated from my lungs, and I found my breath once again. I blinked, and found myself underwater, dark shapes floating above me as my eyes widened, fear and panic taking over my entire body.

I held my breath, desperately clawing for the surface, swimming as quickly as I could towards the air that seemed only to get further away. I sunk further and further, and as my lungs gave out, I took in a deep breath, expecting water to fill my lungs. I was met instead with air, oxygen, safe and lifegiving. Deep breath after deep breath, I calmed myself before swimming upward towards the shapes above me. I had barely moved when I breached the water, finding myself near a small boat.

I climbed aboard, smiling at the safety of the craft until my paws touched the floor. I doubled over, water gushing from my mouth, my lungs full of scorching, yet freezing liquid. My eyes bugged, water pouring from my nose as well, as if I were being filled with it from nowhere. I turned for the edge, only to be whirled around forcefully, face to face with a being of pure darkness. It placed a hand on my heart, leaning in close, and kissed me. With that, the water filling my body disappeared, replaced by breathable air, and soothing my panic. I smiled wide, reveling in my restored breath.

With a blink, I found myself underwater. I clawed for the surface, sinking further down as my lungs burned, holding my breath as long as I could to stave off the inevitable. I fought as long as I could, until my body gave out. I exhaled, instinctively inhaling after. As I did, oxygen filled my lungs instead of the liquid I had expected. I looked to the surface, seeing dark shapes above me, most likely boats, ships. I began swimming upward, hoping to find someone else. I moved quickly, breaching the water with a gasp and-

I awoke to the smell of sizzling bacon filling the house. I felt uneasy, foggy thoughts of an endless sea in my mind. I thought hard, trying to recall the dream, but found myself unable to recall anything besides the ocean. I sniffed the air, the scent of bacon calling to me. David must have started breakfast. I sat up at the edge of the bed, still in my jeans from the night before. I stretched my legs and my paws a little, growling contentedly.

Standing, I slipped my jeans off, tossing my underwear aside with them and padding over to the door leading from my bedroom to the master bathroom. A quick shower later, and after a few minutes of mulling over the options in my closet, I chose a pair of black denim jeans, my favorite pair, and a soft, sandy brown tee shirt. I dressed quickly, stopping to check myself in the mirror to be sure I hadn't put my shirt on backwards, or inside out. It wouldn't be the first time, after all.

When I left the bedroom, I shut my door audibly, not wanting to sneak up on anyone. David's head poked around the corner an instant later, eyes landing on me immediately. Seeing me, he smiled. "Morning, lazybones." he called before returning to his task out of sight. I reached the corner and kept going, stopping at the edge of the counter and leaning against it to watch him cook. I eventually decided to sit down at one of the stools by the counter, resting my head on my arms to catch a few minutes of extra dozing while David worked.

When he got my attention, it was by placing a plate piled high with bacon, eggs, and sausage in front of me. He always made plenty, but this looked like he had cooked the last of what I had. I looked at him in concern, only for him to giggle.

“I took a cab to Mallard’s and got some more, don’t worry. I wanted to thank you for making last night so great, and I figured…Well, what better way than a breakfast fit for the king you are? Go on, enjoy!” His voice was almost lilting. I guess he didn’t remember much of last night. At least, I assumed he didn't. He placed another plate beside mine, not nearly as loaded. While he’d cooked me what looked like an entire pack of bacon, at least half a carton of eggs, maybe more if there were any covered up, and a pack of sausage links, his own plate was little more than a pair of eggs, a few slices of bacon, and a couple of sausage links.

“You got enough there, Davey? I mean, you really piled it high on my plate. You’re welcome to as much as you want, don’t go hungry on my account, man.” I said, pushing my plate towards him a little to offer him a chance to take from it. He shook his head, his hair shaking with him, soft and fluffy from the morning's shower.

“Nope, I have plenty for me. You eat up, and enjoy it, mister! This is your thanks for being so good to me, so don’t you dare leave a single scrap on that plate!” He commanded. I chuckled, nodding as I began to eat the breakfast he had prepared for me. It was, as always, delicious. I’d told David before he could have a career as a chef if he ever got tired of working for Kaleb at the café, but he’d always told me he was fine right where he was.

I couldn’t help myself; I made it three bites in and started devouring my food. Greatwolves were built to eat big, and eat fast, and when David’s cooking was involved I struggled to hold back. I tore into my food, reveling in the taste with happy, satisfied growls as my instincts kicked in, hard. David was purring beside me, likely enjoying his own food as much as I was. The bacon was incredible, juicy, and tender, but chewy and crisp in all of the right places. The eggs were made to perfection, too. I loved mine over easy, and the yolks in my eggs were runny, warm, and perfect for dipping my bacon and sausage into. While the bacon and eggs were good, the sausage was the real treat. He’d seasoned it well, and every bite was an explosion of flavors that blended perfectly together.

When my plate was empty, I swiveled on my seat and leaned back against the counter with a comfortable sigh. “That was delicious, man. I wish I could cook like you, it’s incredible what you do with something as simple as bacon and eggs, heh.” I rubbed my stomach, looking over at him.

“Well, I guess I’m just really good with meat!” He replied, giggling. I nodded, laughing with him.

“I bet you are, huh? Had lots of practice handling meat there, Davey?” I chided, earning a look from him that quickly turned from annoyance to flirtatious in nature.

“Oh, you’d love to know just how experienced I am with meat, wouldn’t you, big guy?” He purred, and I felt my face heat up a little. He and I did this at times, with one of us usually backing down and giving in. I could tell this time it would be me.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, you win. I got nothing for that.” I surrendered, with David pumping his fist excitedly. He didn’t win often, but once in a while he’d say or do something that I just didn’t have the energy or the dedication to the joke to play off of. David stood, stretching out as much as he could. His tail reached past the couch, and I heard his back pop a couple of times as he stretched. I thought for a moment, then let out a sigh. I hated to, but I wasn't the type to let sleeping dogs lie.

"Davey, can we talk about last night? It's important." I asked, watching David's mood visibly shift. His tail, quickly curling around his waist and tightening there, his ears dropping, his eyes widening ever so slightly. I'd scared him.

"W-What about...What about last night?" His voice was shaky, nervous. I looked at him, furrowing my brow. I couldn't just let him chase something that was going to hurt him. Something needed to be said.

"This guy you're into...The one you've been telling Merissa about. You need to quit putting so much energy into chasing him. I was watching you all night til my set was done. Nobody stayed by you for long on that dance floor. And nobody came back to the bar with you. He wasn't there, on your damn birthday of all days. You deserve a hell of a lot better than that, man. You know you do." I growled, the anger from last night welling up in my chest once again. David blinked a couple times, and I could see his emotions mixing behind his eyes.

After a moment, he seemed to settle. "Rye...You don't..." He sighed, sitting on the stool beside me again. "You don't get it. So please don't tell me to give up on him, because I've tried to and I can't. I can't just give up on-..." He cut himself off, tensing a little before looking at the floor. His eyes closed, and his breathing slowed. His tail tightened a little more, and he began to hug himself nervously. The topic was a hard one, but it couldn't be ignored anymore. It needed to be addressed, and I wasn't about to let David run from it.

I was about to speak when we both heard the tell-tale blip sound of a notification coming from his pocket. I watched as David pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at the screen. His fingers danced across the surface of the phone, dexterous and precise, typing something up in response to the notification. He finished what he was typing and groaned, putting the phone away before letting out another sigh, standing up and looking towards the front door hallway.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, concern growing inside me. I cocked my head to side, curious, and he looked at me, his eyes half-lidded and bored, his head tilted in a way that oozed irritation.

“It’s like, barely past ten thirty in the morning, you brought up a really sore subject, and now Kaleb’s texting me to tell me he’s got a no-call, no-show at the café. Jason’s done it six times in the last month and this time it’s my turn to pick up the shift. I’m pretty sure Kaleb’s gonna fire the guy if he doesn’t have a good excuse for this one.” He replied, half-growling.

“Can I get a ride to my place so I can change into work clothes? Pretty please?” He asked plainly, his mood clearly shot. I nodded, standing up and stretching a little.

“Yeah, I can drive you. I’ll even throw in a free trip to work since I know you’re so excited for it.” I said playfully, knowing full well he would rather me turn him down so he would have an excuse to turn Kaleb down. I would have given him one, too, but he told me not too long ago that Kaleb was on his case for lateness. I didn’t want to give his boss any reason to fire him, so the best thing I could do for David was help him stay in the man’s good books.

I made for the front door, grabbing the keys to my truck from where I’d hung them up the night before. “Ready to go?” I asked, calling out to David.

“Yeah, I’m good to go.” He replied, following me into the garage. Climbing into the truck, he buckled in and looked at me as I did the same. “So, uh…Ryder?” He asked tentatively. I looked over, starting the truck.

“Yeah? What’s up?” I responded calmly. He fidgeted in his seat, anxious and uneasy.

“I’m sorry about last night.” He said solemnly. I sat back in the seat and thought about how to respond for a second before turning in my seat to look at him again.

“Nothing to be sorry for. I can tell whoever Merissa was talking about, he’s important to you. But he wasn’t there, y’know? And that hurt you. So, if it makes you feel better, I’ll give him one for you if I ever meet the guy, cause nobody makes you cry like that and gets away with it.”

He stared at me in disbelief. I guess he hadn’t expected me to be so defensive of him. He dug his fingers into his knees a little bit, and I could see his lips trembling a little. But to his credit, he put on a brave face and nodded. “Yeah, you…You do that, Rye…” He muttered. I smiled softly, reaching over to pinch the tip of his ear. He let out a yip and swatted at my hand. “What was that for!?” He asked, glaring at me. I laughed a little and looked him over.

“You seemed like you were gonna fall down some kind of spiral, so I thought I’d cheer you up.” I said, reaching up to grab the remote for the garage door.

As I hit the button to open the garage door, David glowered at me. “Pinching my ear isn’t gonna cheer me up, you ass. But you know what might?” He said, grinning at me. I was about to reply, only for him to lunge my way and pinch the tip of my ear, earning a yip from me as well. “Pinching yours!” He yelled, laughing as he sat back in his seat. I rubbed my ear for a moment and laughed. He never let anything get him down. He was as resilient as I was, in all the ways I wasn’t. It was one of my favorite things about him, and I couldn’t help but admire him for it.

I was about to pull out of the garage when I realized I should probably make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, so I hit the brakes and glanced his way. “You got everything you need? Anything left in the house?” I asked. He shook his head.

“Nah, I’ve got everything I need from here. Everything I need for work is at my place.” He replied, patting his phone in his pocket. With a nod, I backed out of the garage, heading for David's apartment.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Before y'all wonder, yes, the dream is supposed to repeat like that. I did not revise it twice and forget to erase the old versions XD

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Tylvinian Tales: The Wolf's Den

Chapter Three: Binge

Ferusian Law, First Sequence, Article Three: Protection of Love

Ferusian citizens are entitled to freedom of love. No Ferusian citizen shall be denied expression of love for any other citizen above the Age of Maturity, nor is marriage between any two Sentients above the Age of Maturity to be subject to harassment, discrimination, or legal consequence.

Failure to adhere to this law is an act of treason.

She stood, crossing her arms over her chest, and smirking at David. “Strongest I've got, huh?” She questioned. David nodded, pleading with his eyes for her to give him what he asked. "Alright, kid. But only cause you're the birthday boy." She declared. She was hesitant, but I suppose she didn't want to deny him on today of all days. Setting to work, she set about preparing a drink I recognized immediately. Heavusian Headsplitter.

Most just called them Splitters, but the original Heavusian recipe was an art form rarely matched, save by those who were taught by Heavusi themselves and I'd seen more than my fair share of arguments over whether a Splitter was as good as the real deal.

She finished, pouring a shot full for him and sliding it his way. David's nose wrinkled at the scent, and my own burned from the potent liquid. I watched the little caxy anxiously. I was a full seven feet and two inches of lean muscle, and I was pretty proud of my metabolism. But I'd had the misfortune of trying Merissa's version of Splitters before. Two shots and I had to be carried to the back by security to sleep it off, I was so out of it. I couldn't imagine how it would affect David, barely five feet and four inches, slim and slender.

He sniffed the drink, letting out a disgusted "Mrow..." before staring at it a moment, then suddenly downing it in one gulp. He slammed his fist to the counter, coughing and sputtering from what I could only assume felt like liquid flame pouring down his throat. He coughed, sputtering, choking down the drink as hard as he was able. I could see his eyes watering, how hard he was fighting to keep it down. His tail was curled tightly around his stomach, and his hands were balled into fists. His fists were shaking, his fingers digging into the pads of his palms. Judging by the lack of blood, I had to assume his claws were kept in.

After a few seconds of settling after the drink, he smiled a little. The buzz was starting to hit. I knew it wouldn't take long. With the fact he'd already had something to drink, the Splitter was bound to kick in fast. He looked over at me and it seemed like he wanted to say something, but decided not to. He turned his head, looking at Merissa and swaying a little. His tail was losing coordination, going from slow, lazy flicks and sways to random, loose movements.

"Some more, please?" He asked, polite and quiet. I wasn't sure how anyone could have a reaction like his and still want more. It was concerning, to say the least. He was visibly feeling the effect of the drinks he'd already had, and I couldn't help but worry for his sake, if he kept it up. Merissa nodded, then while David was looking around at the drinks behind her, she gave me a subtle look, one that told me she was worried too. I guess she didn't want to have to cut him off on his birthday.

All the same, she sighed, grabbing another mug from below the counter and setting to work mixing his drink. I reached for David, concern welling up. I didn’t want him making any mistakes, and downing a full mug of that poison definitely felt like a mistake. “Hey, man…You probably shouldn’t-”

He cut me off with a glare, one that felt like it was piercing through me with frozen flames. I wasn’t used to seeing him like that. He was always so quiet, so reserved. I didn’t quite trust his judgement on his ability to handle alcohol anymore given his decision, but that glare paralyzed me.

Merissa sat his drink in front of him, and a couple of patrons on either side of us were watching with interest. Merissa stood and watched, waiting for him to drink to see if he was going to be able to handle it. David reached for the glass and, without ceremony, began to drink. He swallowed mouthful after mouthful of the foul concoction, and when he was done he slammed the mug onto the counter, letting out a groan of disgust as he sputtered and coughed through the burn. When he did catch his breath again, he seemed different. I knew he was more than capable with his beer, but Merissa's Splitters were in a league of their own.

He stood, leaning over the counter, and locking eyes with Merissa. “More.” He spoke plainly. Merissa smiled, shaking her head.

“Give it five minutes. You’ll be wishing you’d drank a little slower.” She said, matter-of-factly. David shrank a little, and Merissa gave him a wink before walking away again. The patrons on either side of us returned to their business, apparently expecting more of a payoff, and losing interest. Maybe they expected him to drink until he croaked, or just thought he would have had a harder time with what he had.

David looked at me with a little worry on his face. “I uh… I messed up, didn’t I?” He asked me. I nodded, and the look in his eye faded, his usual submission returning. “I'm sorry...” He said, resting his head on the counter. I reached over, rubbing his back as I let out a sigh. He sat like that for a while, and I wondered if he was feeling the effect of the drink just yet. With a quick glance to his tail, I had my answer. It lay limp on the floor, unmoving. He was too out of it to even budge his tail.

I checked my phone. Half-past midnight. If he were going to feel it, it’d have kicked in by now. “How you feeling, Davey? You good?” I asked. He hadn’t moved for several minutes, and if his eyes hadn’t been open and blinking now and then I would have thought he was asleep or worse. His eyes drifted to me lazily, and he let out a sigh. He raised up weakly for a moment, looking at me and wavering in his seat a little before giving up and laying against the counter again. Yeah, he was definitely feeling that drink.

“I juss… I don’t get it. I don’t get it. I don’t-…I don’t get it.” He stammered, his words slurred and lazy. His eyes were struggling to stay on me, his pupils big, dilated. Sad. “There’s this…this guy, and he’s like…Dear Fina he’s perfect, you know? He’s like…everything.” He muttered. I could barely hear what he was saying, and he was difficult to understand, but I was mostly able to decipher his drunken ramblings. I did feel somewhat guilty, getting info from a very drunk David that he hadn't wanted to share sober, but I felt it better to at least listen to his problem. Maybe I could even help him sort through it.

I nodded, encouraging him to continue. “He’s soooooo good. He’s all sexy and stuff, and, and he’s really, really sweet. He has this pet name for me that I like, a lot, like, a lot, a lot.” He continued. “But he doesn’t even know I like him. He’s all…dumb and stuff…He just can’t figure it out.” He finished. I felt for him, I’d been in my fair share of those same unrequited-love type situations. Hearing he was stuck in one of his own broke my heart. He certainly deserved better than that, and I wanted to make sure he knew it. Reaching forward, I took his hand and he looked into my eyes. Sadness welled up in his own, his hand withdrawing from mine quickly. He didn’t want to be touched. That was never good.

“Davey, you’re smart, and funny, and creative, and you’re about as sweet as it gets. Sugar wishes it could, heh. This guy, the one you’re aching for right now? He’s not here. He’s off somewhere, doing something stupid. I don’t care what it is, because tonight’s your birthday and he’s an idiot for being anywhere else.” I said, fire rising in my chest along with a deep, snarling growl. He was hurting over this guy, someone who didn’t even bother to show up for this night of all nights. I hoped I never met the bastard, for their sake. David’s tears eased up, and he sniffled a bit, averting his eyes from me.

“Yeah…He’s an idiot, alright…” He muttered. I nodded in agreement, turning to my glass of water. I took a drink, downing half the mug to wet my throat. Getting riled up always left me growling, and it dried my throat a little. But that barely mattered right now. I turned back to David and my expression softened. He was crying again, a calm and gentle flow of tears as he stared off into space. Merissa, watching from down the line, was focused on him and, after addressing another customer, came our way. She stopped at David and leaned down, whispering something in his ear.

He looked up at her, nodding a little. He stood, or tried to, stumbling off the stool and almost falling, had I not reached out and caught him, pulling him close to keep him steady, and to give him something to lean against. David looked up at me from my arms, his tears welling up even more. If I ever meet this guy, he’s getting a little more than some strong words. Nobody makes David feel this way. Not on my watch. I was about to say as much when David spoke.

“Let’s go…Let’s…Let’s just go home, Rye…” His words were quiet, sad. Defeated. It hurt to hear him so low. He hadn’t been like this in a long time, and I sighed, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, c’mon.” I replied, starting to walk with him leaning against me. The drink was taking its toll, and his legs quickly lost their usefulness. I wound up carrying him, Merissa escorting us to the door and holding it open for me. I thanked her and headed for my truck, parked beside the building. I helped David into his seat, and he lay back against it, a hollow look in his eyes as he stared through the windshield. I fastened his seatbelt for him before shutting his door.

When I climbed into the driver’s seat, I looked at David again. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t find any words that might make him feel better. With a sigh, I started the truck, resigning myself to a quiet drive home with David sitting in silent pain beside me. As I pulled out of the parking lot, I silently cursed the need to focus on the road. The last thing I saw before solemnly turning my focus to the road were the tears running down his cheeks.

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