forum Gold Chains and Fingertips (Romance) (REBOOT) (Closed, One on One)

Started November 14, 2018 by @Desvelarse pets

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Thatcher resisted the urge to grin, and instead kept it inside. “Nike, my hound,” he said before stepping away from the window. He walked towards the bedroom door and stepped out, wanting to go get her.

"Oh. Right. Demon puppy. Got it." Ember said shakily.

Thatcher ended up leaving the house and walking out to where Nike was. She bounded over, sniffing and nudging at him with her three large heads. She had seemed not too big from just looking at her, but now compared to him, she was up to his shoulders. He pressed his head against one of hers breifly, seeming to talk to her before tilting his head away.

"Hey, come back up here!" Ember said, shouting out his window. He didn't like the look of that dog.

Thatcher looked up at where Ember was yelling from. He shot the other an icy glare before looking back at Nike. “You finished him, didn’t you?” He mumbled, but by the way her fur and jaws were coated with blood, it was an obvious answer. “Good girl,” he mumbled, giving her a pet.

"Seriously, come back up now!" he said, waving for Thatcher to come inside.

Thatcher ignored Ember this time. Nike looked up at Ember, though, and gave a loud snarl in response to the other’s words. He wouldn’t go anywhere without Nike.

"No, seriously, it's not safe out in the dark. Either way, we still need to have a talk about the…. situation." Ember said. He didn't really want the Reaper to potentially get ripped apart by the occasional demon that prowled the streets at night every so often. He'd already had to deal with nine this month alone. He wasn't strong enough to keep them out, he really did have to work on barriers and other spells along those lines. Note to self, study more.

Thatcher scoffed to himself. Not safe. He could handle his own just fine. He turned his head to look over at Ember, now. “Only if I can bring my hound inside,” he stated. He refused to leave her outside and alone.

"Well, it won't fit, but there's some space in the shed!" Ember answered, hoping this would suffice.

“I won’t leave her alone,” Thatcher snapped back in response. She gave a low growl, and he rested a hand on her middle head, hoping she would calm. He had an idea and glanced over at her. “You should shift..” he mumbled quietly to the hound, and she gave an indignant sounding noise.

"Seriously? Your hound is flipping enormous, it can't come inside the house, are you really going to have that be the hill you die upon?" Ember asked, exasperated.

“Yes,” Thatcher snapped. “You are ignorant, I won’t die here from some little creature.” Nike was his closest and most wonderful companion. He was not leaving her anywhere alone. She had terrible attachment issues, and he needed her now more than ever.

"Well, can it, like, change sizes? I dunno, maybe go to the height of a normal dog?" Ember asked.

“No, she can’t,” Thatcher stated. He gave Nike an expectant look and she huffed noticably. After a moment, she had suddenly shifted into what appeared to be a girl around 13 years old. Her features were soft, she had big brown eyes, and long, wavy auburn hair. What was more difficult to understand was her personality disorder. She had multiple personalities, one for each of the the heads.

"Oh my…. erm, what?" Ember choked. While familiars could shift into human, or at least humanoid form, he didn't think that Reapers had familiars.

“She will come inside now,” Thatcher stated. Nike’s right head personality, the head that was the most aggressive and tempermental, simply glared sharply and hatefully up at Ember.

Ember backed away from the window awkwardly. That dog-girl-is looking at me like she'll rip my guts out. he thought.

Thatcher looked over at Nike, who tensed then twitched, her expression calming. He recognized his as another personality, the one of the calm middle head. “Can we go inside or not? I’m starving and I want to get this over with,” she huffed to Thatcher.

"Er, come on in." Ember stammered. "But be quiet about it, Poppea will probably murder you if you wake her up and Mama frightens easily, she's still very frail."

Nike twitched, the aggressive side coming back. “I will rip this Poppea appart if she thinks of hurting us,” she snarled, earning a look from Thatcher. But he didn’t correct her.

"So, you going to come inside?" Ember asked.

“Coming,” Thatcher huffed. He motioned for Nike to follow, and walked back inside. He walked upstairs and to Embers bedroom, Nike on his heels.

"Er, I'll make a bit of a cot outside, but you can take the bed." Ember said, hastily fluffing up pillows on his bed and adjusting the sheets. "Call me if you need anything, I'll be right there for you. Really. I will."

Thatcher frowned at Ember, shaking his head. “I don’t sleep, you don’t need to worry about any of that,” he stated. He did get tired at times, but he just couldn’t fall asleep ever, was all. His kind needed to be always awake and ready to kill.

"Oh. Seriously? You know not the pleasures of sinking down onto a soft mattress?" Ember said, with mild playfulness in his tone.

“Oh, I know. But those times weren’t for sleeping pleasures,” Thatcher said bluntly, not caring of the obvious mention of sex. He threw a glance in Nike’s direction, and the “girl” was snickering softly.

Wait… Ember considered all the erotic undertones one could pick up from such a statement. Did he think I meant…. or did… but with the…. gah! Must change subject, quickly! he thought to himself. "So… what do you do then?" Ember said hastily.

“Mm, simple things, like reacting an-,” Thatcher had started to say, but was cut off by Nike. “And sex!” She exclaimed with a loud bit of laughter. Thatcher rolled his eyes and nodded his head. “Yes, like I was saying, relaxing and sex.”

"Sex? What?" Ember stuttered. "I am a virgin with no knowledge of such things, please leave my mind untainted, alright? I've never even been in a relationship with anyone, not that I'd have the time to maintain it with such an unpredictable schedule."