Foxy - OTA

[prince_of_nymphs]

There were still no textbooks or youtube videos on how to fairy, and so Fin was still learning by doing. Sometimes he would do his best to focus on something, like reviving wilted flowers or forcing the wrinkles out of his bed sheets. Other times he'd try slightly harder things, like changing an item into another item- Something he hadn't yet mastered, but at least had a grasp on the basics now.

He played with elements, toyed with using his magic to tidy up or take notes for him. Nothing huge, nothing grand. It was a slow build after all.

Occasionally, however, he let his magic lead. It was a part of him, yes, but just as his mind was prone to wandering and building worlds for him to jot down on paper, his magic had a tendency to- Create. An extension of his imagination, he assumed, and he often let it lead as he created small items from ice, or even repainted a whole room with idle thoughts. It was remarkable, the things he could do with little more than a spare thought and a vague grasp on his powers. Will was right, he was powerful. He understood now why the other fae had feared them.

Today he was simply laying on the sofa, a pen taking notes by itself on a pad of paper nearby while he drew random patterns in the air with the tip of his finger. He was working on a pitch for a mini series, something prompted by a friend at the network, but his mind was dancing between ideas, and his magic was, for a lack of a better word, getting a bit bored it seemed. Or, perhaps he was bored and just didn't want to admit it.

The pen slowed, then stopped, and Fin closed his eyes as he sighed softly.

"Perhaps I should leave this all behind, go live in the woods on the Other Side, to be a wild thing like my kin," he mused. "You could come, if you like," he told Keats, opening one eye and looking over at the German Sheppard. The dog simply yawned though, then settled back in to finish his nap.

"No? Alright then. I'll just live alone then. Or, perhaps I'll live with Winter's pixie friends," he joked, smiling as his mind wandered to thoughts of thick forest like areas, wild flowers and strange stones. The many wonders of the world that was apparently his true home. The memories of his brief time there made his magic long for it- Or, again, perhaps it was just him. His secret desires, the needs of his blood. Whatever it was, it was powerful, and as Fin slowly got to his feet and headed for the private rooftop garden for a smoke, he felt something shift inside of him- Then outside.

It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, yes, he was suddenly small and a touch fluffy, but the sudden shift from human to fox had been painless- Pleasant, even. So much so that Fin had simply gone along with it. It was just more of his magic after all, harmless enough it seemed... At first.

Three hours later, and Fin was still a fluffed up white fox. He'd managed to get back inside the flat, but no matter what he tried, he couldn't seem to make himself human again. He was sure part of that was due to how worked up he'd gotten himself when his first attempt had failed, but now- Now he couldn't seem to calm down at all.

He'd gone looking for Will first, but the other fae was clearly out, and using a phone as a fox was a lost cause. Even if he could have dialled a number, he was struggling to speak. All he managed were some odd purrs and sharp sounds. Nothing intelligible. Clearly he would have to seek out help elsewhere. ...Perhaps Phouka and Winter might help, though they were quite a way away, and he really didn't think any Uber driver in their right mid would pick him up.

Well, a walk wouldn't be so bad. ...Not if he stayed hidden, right?

He'd barely made it three blocks before he'd been spotted, and he was currently cowering in an alley while a rather large and unpleasant man was attempting to whack him with the blunt end of a broom.

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, he thought, unaware that anyone passing by with magic ability or sensitivities could hear him loud and clear.

(OTA. I was going to put this up on Thanksgiving since I'm off all day, but figured there was no harm in tossing it up early. ^_^ If you think your pup could hear Fin's magic telepathic chatter, be my guest. Or if you just want to save a fluffy fox, feel free! As always, late tags and slowtime are welcome.)

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[phouka]

"Of course I can hear you, pup," he chuckled softly. "And so you have found me. What would you like first? A full belly? A warm bed? A romp in the park?" he asked, starting to walk just to not draw attention to their conversation.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin nearly said he just wanted to go home, but... Food? Food sounded fantastic.

Oh! Food, food would be lovely. Yes please! Fin said, rumbling happily again as he nuzzled against him again.

[phouka]

"Would you like a fancy warm meal of juicy cuts? Or would you rather I change and we two can run down a coney in the park and tear her apart and dine on hot, fresh flesh?" he asked.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Which is faster? I'm starving, Fin realised, suddenly aware of how empty his tiny stomach was.

[phouka]

"A hunt would be faster," he replied and started toward a park where he knew lived a nice clutch of coneys, sedate fat buns who were ripe for the picking. He stepped into the park, then in to the brush. The Phouka put Fin down and mere moments later he, too had changed.

"Now we use nose and ears and tongues to find our dinner," he said to Fin's fox-mind.

[prince_of_nymphs]

We're going to kill something? ...I don't know, Phouka, what if I get blood in my fur? It's so white and pretty.

He trotted around in a circle, his tail fluffing out proudly.

Pretty fox, best fox, he thought, more fox than fae for a moment.

[phouka]

The Phouka snuffled around him, inhaling him from ears to arse. Then he gave him a lick.

"I will kill and you will eat," he decided. Come, the warren is this way."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin let out a little yip at the sniff, nearly toppling over, then nodding and trotting along after the Phouka.

Food. Food, food, food.

[phouka]

The Phouka hunkered down and sniffed and watched. For a long while he was s till, but then with a sudden burst of speed he charged forward and snatched a rabbit in strong jaws. He trotted back to Fin proudly and presented him with the carcass.

"Still warm," he said, nudging it to the fox with his nose.

[prince_of_nymphs]

It's raw though, Fin said, taking a step back and looking unsure.

The fox in him wanted it though, and he licked his chops.

[phouka]

As if he was helping a new pup, the Phouka tore the skin back to revea the meat, still steaming in the cold evening.

"Eat", he coaxed.

[prince_of_nymphs]

The fox made a small sound, stepping closer and sniffing the meat. It smelled good, and he wanted it, but the fae was fighting the urge to simply have it. ...It was wrong, wasn't it? Not safe. ...Not good for people.

Whimpering, Fin flopped onto his side and let out a whine.

I wish it was cooked, he sulked, his magic creeping out and doing just that. The scent hit his nose right away, and he perked up a bit as he crawled closer, nervous but curious.

[phouka]

The perfume of it was enough to make the Phouka lick his chops. Crispy skin, melted fat, tender meat. But he was a good dog and obedient and he simply stood guard as Fin filled his little fox belly.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Once he decided it was safe, Fin dug right in, pulling off a big chunk and eating, before nudging it towards Phouka to share.

Eat, it's good. It's cooked, he said cheerfully, purring as he ate.

[phouka]

"You are too kind, my friend," The Phouka replied, but dug in with relish, tearing off a whole leg to knaw on.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin ate until he was full, purring and flopping onto his side as he stretched out in the grass and yawned.

That was delicious, I feel all warm and full now, he rumbled happily.

[phouka]

The Phouka had had plenty and knawed on a bone to crack it for the marrow.

"Why are you a fox?" he asked once he'd swallowed. "You were not a fox before."

[prince_of_nymphs]

I don't know, Fin sighed, stretching a little and trotting over to Phouka. It just happened.

[phouka]

"Can you change back?" he asked. "It is not hard. You think of being man shaped and it happens."

[prince_of_nymphs]

I tried that, it didn't work, Fin huffed, little white paws stomping a bit against soft dirt. I tried everything.

[phouka]

"Perhaps we should go home and you can get some sleep. Of ten when I go to sleep I wake up a man again," the Phouka offered.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin seemed to consider that, then nodded a bit, trotting over to Phouka and rubbing against him.

"Okay, we'll go home and I can sleep."

[phouka]

"Sleep is good for many things. Magic, too, gets tired," the creature replied. He sniffed Fin and gave him a lick, then began to trot toward home.

[prince_of_nymphs]

Is it safe to walk like this, Phouka? What if someone sees us? Fin asked nervously, legs moving swiftly to keep pace with the black dog.

[phouka]

"Do not worry, my friend," the creature replied. "We can run more swiftly than any man, and if not,t hen our teeth are sharp. We will be fine," he assured him.