[closed]

[vulpining]

Who: rider (bornofgods) & caster (vulpining)
What: meeting up for alliances
When: when the world is burning
Where: olympia housing district
Warning(s): just two extra fuckheads



[ Knowing the city streets would be advantageous at this point. With the amount of horrible, childish uprisings going on in Olympia, Caster has to be careful. By habit, she attempts to keep her identity concealed further, wearing a darkened cloak as she weaves through alleyways and avoiding the riots going on. It's not her business. She's defended a few people but ultimately, Caster finds it is bet to let humans be humans.

She has other business to attend to, after all.

It does take her a bit of time to navigate, so sorry Ozy, thems the breaks. He sees her finally, approaching with a half-lifted wave. ]

I hope I didn't leave you waiting too long! [ YOU DID. ] I had to zero in on your scent above the sulfur and sweat of the people. You should be lucky!

[ Foxes, man. ]

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slides this over in the morning

[bornofgods]

[ Finishing the first task among many in the art of tidying up, Ozymandias openly scoffs. ]

I have never dreamt of such things. My place is on a throne, ensuring the glory of my reign and the salvation of humanity.

[ The air of mystery… clearly is not his. He stops in front of a stove, a throughly foreign machine. His hands run over the dials, before he twists one to the right. It’s not immediately clear as to what he has just accomplished, and so. He waits. ]

But, that is just me. I am aware of the dreams others care to possess. Such as yours, my companion.

[vulpining]

The only throne here is a small lounge chair — surely, you'll find comfort in that as opposed to nothing at all.

[ It's humble, but he can see her purposefully dust it off, even using her tail to quicken the task. It wasn't much, but it was one of the cleaner things in the home. ]

So, hold on one moment — do you not see the challenge in the hunt in front of us?

[ She leaves it a true question, one to lure him into her next words. ]

[bornofgods]

[ Heat flares up, and gaining a newfound understanding of the stove top, Ozymandias turns the knob back where it began. He exits the kitchen, crossing the threshold into the living area. ]

Naturally. [ He readily admits. ] That is why I invited you to live with me.

[vulpining]

You're inviting a predator into your home, you know.

[ She clarifies, because at the root of it, that's what she is. Animalistic with wants, needs, and wishes out of grasp. Her beloved slumbers and instead she prides herself on domestication. A wild fox tamed, is it truly a fox then? ]

It... will be a struggle. I'm loud. I have bits of jealousy. But! But, but! It's all good-natured. Don't let my alignment confuse you... [ PINKY PROMISE. ] This task is one I hold close to my heart, it gives me purpose.



...


So thank you!

[bornofgods]

[ At first, a restrained and unfaltering silence is Ozymandias’ only response to her warning. It is unclear, what exactly he thinks of the oxymoron that he shall someday unearth between this natural, depraved savagery and her goal of domestication. The quiet is (perhaps) punctuated by the sounds of Caster fulfilling her calling. It is one not so difficult to find in a woman, after all.

His cool, detached gaze finally gives way to warmth. Unable to withhold his laughter, Ozymandias loudly caves to impulse. Closed lips part, and a snicker escapes. ]

Haha. That’s the spirit.

[ There is nothing obvious about what exactly is the source of his current humor. The answer to that would be everything, but especially this: the fact that he is being framed as the prey, being benevolently cared after by his predator.

He elaborates on none of that. Instead, he walks the gap between them in order to—

Vigorously pat her head with the palm of his hand. ]