#✪ ᵛᵉʳᶳᵉ ¹² : Werewolf AU✪

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✪ @projectlightfox continued from here ✪

 The voice that lurched out of his friend’s throat bounced off the wooden walls of the workshop, causing nearby Flickies to squawk in terror and fling off of the branches they perched upon. His brother downstairs almost ceased his tinkering at the yell and thought about climbing up the stairs to see what was going on, but he also thought that now wasn’t the best of time.

Good thing the fox didn’t, as the hedgehog in front of the hybrid, froze as the words echoed off in his ears, and to an extension, his mind. His gloved palms were smacked against the hero’s sides, like if they were nailed to them. His ears were perked up so high that he’ll be mistaken for having rabbit ears. However, the worst of it all was his face.

He can’t recall if he ever winced at his friend’s shout, nor acknowledged the change in his said friend’s expression. All he knew was that from there, it was like the clock stopped ticking. That time has finally stopped and ceased to exist. His pupils have shrunk to the point that they’re only green dots that are painted in the whites of his eyes. His fanged teeth were clenched so hard that they’ll grind to dust when gritted together.

Beads of condensation littered all over arms and the sides of his face. Nausea hit him like a wave, so he swallowed the possible bile that’s preparing to snake up his throat. Chaos, he hated this. Why couldn’t he speak? Why couldn’t he just explain this all to his friend instead of keeping him and his daughter in the dark? Why take the risk so poorly that things have gotten worse for him?

All he did as a first course of action was to take a step back. His bristled back hit against a bookshelf, having some of his favorite pieces of literature collapse on the floor with deafening thuds. He gripped on the shelf closet to him, gripping on it until his knuckles have gone pale.

His head shook, and it wasn’t because he didn’t want to speak. It was because he couldn’t. Or, at the very least, couldn’t speak coherently. And it made him want to bolt out of the house without a second thought, but he couldn’t do that to Volt. Not when Volt should be answered and not kept in the dark.

Thus, he forced his vocal cords to work. No matter how difficult it seemed to be.

“V-V-Vvvvolt!” he stuttering voice screeched out, “I... I-I w-wa-want... Wanted you to... t-t-to...” C’mon Saber, say it! Just say it! “I jus’... w-w-want you ta be safe! D... Dark Gaia is gonna come a-a-annnytime now, any mmmoment of da day o-orrr night!” He’s not sure he’s making any sense. “C-C-Can’t ya see I d-don’t wanna lose you ‘cuz of it?”

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“Hello Princess”

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 Water.

It’s the building block of life. The one component, composed of both hydrogen and oxygen, blended into a perfect mix that is responsible to all life on the planet. It comes in all shapes and variations, sometimes bringing survival to nearby inhabitants, or spelling doom for creating another world under the deep.

Rolling waves crawled up on the eroded shore, smothering seashells, turtles, and anything else with its salt. The same kind of salt a mother would tell their son not to tip over the table, or otherwise, he would have gotten bad luck.

Yet, the one person who has bad luck around here is the Blue Blur himself, surrounded by a flock of tropical birds pecking on his sides, seeing as if the creature would either stir or it would become the next meal for the seagulls’ lunch. The insistent poking to his sides caused his eyebrows to narrow, thus making him utter a raspy groan.

In turn, the birds shrieked, and have gone to retreat back to the settlement in their nests that resided on the local palm trees, leaving the poor guy to be alone and to hopefully, hopefully, wake up.

While his sneakers, now tucked behind a rock that was only fifteen inches from the shore, was only covered in grains of sand, his body was pummeled by the element. He knew it was. He felt it all with him being swished around, thrown around like a ragdoll, and spit out of the ocean, having him being dragged on the land. And yet, when he’s safe like he is now, it still felt like it’s still happening.

He all but snapped his grassy green eyes opened, and can’t help but screw one of them shut for a reason. He can’t tell. He can clearly see in that one, but it just hurt to open it. Why? He wasn’t so sure. Unbeknownst to him, a red line was drawn across that eye. Not enough to permanently damage it, but also not enough to be harmless. It was sure gonna need some ice to patch that up.

His sight searched left, then right, finding nothing but discarded seashells and coconuts. He’s surprised the islanders of Adabat never found him, but maybe that was the thing: He was so lost that he couldn’t be found. Or… maybe the ocean drifted him so far away. He… he really can’t tell.

He just couldn’t.

A torrent of coughs spurred out of him like it was out of reflex or instinct. Or both. He brought his bruised knees close to his chest, shivering when the tides slapped against him again and again, clumping his fur and feeling like he’s been dipped in the glacial water.

However, before he can properly lift himself up from this disaster, grab his shoes, and then dash back to the town before anyone notices, two figures appeared in his vision. One taller and one smaller, eyes both tainted with nothing more but concern.

The hero’s hand gripped tightly on his scarred arm, sinking his face into it and feeling ashamed. Ashamed for daring to combat his fear in such a dangerous matter. Ashamed for dealing with that Dark Gaia sea monster in the ocean and becoming a punching bag for the sea. It was all but a terrible, terrible idea, but he couldn’t say anything to a pair of arms lifting him up from the beach. He bonked his head against the older hybrid’s shoulder, finally feeling safe after all what transpired last night.

“I’m sorry…” was the last word Saber spoke before everything went black.

[azurexalacrity]

( Were.wolf!AU Drabble inspired by this post )

Battered Up

 “Hey, have you heard about that freak waltzing around in the streets last night?”

An audible, sharp gasp spilled from the slugger’s lips, becoming nothing more but a shrill cry that pierced the sky as if a vicious monster were to crawl out from the deepest depths of the ocean and to wreak havoc among the field. The gloved fingers that were gripping the wooden stick loosened almost immediately and would have hit the upcoming ball if it weren’t to barely land on the hedgehog’s feet.

The pitcher, a young rabbit who held her mitts towards her mouth, looked apologetically at her opponent, fearing that she smacked him upside the head with the ball. Taking a shuddering breath, she meeked out, “Mister Saber, I am so-”

“No…” A hollow voice responded back, sounding nothing like the world’s hero is known for. He couldn’t stop staring into nothingness. His quills have bristled. Harshly. “N-no… y’er alright, Cream. I’m… I’m fine.”

Instead of narrowing his eyes at the young girl, he did it towards the hawk, who propped his baseball on his shoulders like a crown. He didn’t expect to hear such a thing from him, but he wasn’t surprised. Even if this smuck doesn’t know about his nocturnal form, it didn’t surprise him at the slightest that the first thing he would do is to poke into his pride; into his insecurities. Everything.

Huffing out a shaky breath, he bashed the tip of his bat on the diamond, hoping to alert the hawk. It didn’t matter to him that Jet didn’t know that he was the freak roaming around in the city last night; his words still bothered him. Deeply.

“What did ya see out there? Bigfoot?” he uttered. His fingers were starting to become numb from his hold on his bat.

Jet’s voice was so scratchy that it was like nails on a chalkboard. The same kind of chalkboard that’s old and covered to the brim with old chalk and dust. It could have one piece of brand new chalk drag against it and can cause the entire classroom to go deaf. That’s what his voice reminded Saber of.

“Ha! If it was Bigfoot, all those weirdos out there would snap pictures of it!” Saber’s teammate was amused by his words, but that didn’t stop there. “It was like a freak of nature if I ever saw one. Heck, I bet that Storm could have wrapped it up in a sack so we can take it to a circus!”

Saber’s quills bristled even more so, and the Blue Blur would have shouted, bicker back if it weren’t for the fact that he has to keep his secret. He cannot let anyone else know that he’s the… beast running about (and saving people’s lives, but apparently, no one gives a darn about that). Only Tails knows, and really, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

“And I’m sure it would have clawed y’er buddy if he tried ta do somethin’ like that.” Not to say he would do that to Storm, but if he’s threatened, there won’t be any promises. “Ya ever been campin’? You wouldn’t poke a bear if it could turn ya into a kabob, right?”

A hum came from the other, who attempted to take that into consideration. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. “But that ain’t no bear, hedgehog.” There came a short pause as Cream begin placing the ball into her hold again. “And why would you care, anyway? Is it your so-called good nature pullin’ ya in again?”

If Saber’s bat were to be made of steel, he would have felt the heat from it burned his fingers through his gloves and that same kind of heat would melt the bat. If he were to have the same kind of claws as his nightly counterpart, he would shred his bat into nothing more but splinters. Yet, he remained calm. He knew Amy and Cream would be giving him concerned looks right about now, but he can handle it.

He has to.

“Y’anno what? Maybe it has.”

With that, he swung his bat with the full force of a locomotive, watching the ball soar across the air and slam down somewhere in the field. It lifted the cinderblocks of tension that pummeled Saber’s shoulders the moment Jet gave him a look and went to fetch the ball.

One of his other teammates, a pink hedgehog cladded in a red uniform, placed a gentle hand on one of Saber’s shoulders. Her lips were creased into a worried frown. She may not know about her crush’s secret, but she knew well enough when something is bothering him. “You okay?”

Saber smeared the sweat beading on his cheeks, not caring for his face paint tainting his gloves. He glanced down at his trembling hands and then folded them into fists as he stared over at Jet.

“Yeah… Jet’s jus’ gettin’ me fired up f’er da next match.” It was a lie, but he hoped it was enough to get his mind off from this whole situation entirely.

Yet, sadly, he knew it would never be that easy.

[azurexalacrity]

“It just followed me home, stop giving me that look”

Animal and Pets, Sentence Starters | @projectlightfox

 No matter how intentional the follow was or not, it didn’t matter in the hedgehog’s eyes as he stared at the little animal in front of him. His green pupils dilated to the size of moons and he was sure his jaw dropped down to the ground in a matter of seconds. He blinked a multitude of times before taking one step forward. A gentle step as to not disturb the animal, of course.

His sneakers scuffled against the grass blades of the front yard, making a distinct crunching noise that reached the small animal’s ears. The ears of the said animal perked up, earning a surprised bark that made the world’s hero nearly jump rapidly like a child in a candy store - but… he doesn’t want to scare it off.

His gloved fingers drummed on the ground, hoping to convince the little one to come even closer. A soft whistle escaped from his mouth, along with him gesturing his hand to him. He even came to plopping down on his knees. As long as it gets the dog to come over to him, then that’s all that matters to him.

The dog’s little legs scurried over to him, with it wagging its tail profusely. It barked out in an excited manner that got the speedster grinning from ear to ear. Immediately, he ran his fingers and combed the back of the puppy, already becoming entranced by its features.

“How… how can I not?” he spoke, not even glancing up at the hybrid and only focusing on the animal, “I mean… look at it! How can ya say no to an irresistible face?” He never thought he would ever use to a word like that (like words such as cute and adorable), but there comes a time for everything.

Including a time where Saber might even suggest taking this pup home. That is, if he can, of course.

[azurexalacrity]

“Get your hands out of that thing’s mouth.”

Steven Universe Season One (01.01 - 01.10) Sentence Meme | @projectlightfox

 It was probably not the sharpest tool in the shed of ideas that are stored within the werehog’s mind. Heck, it wasn’t even the brightest of ideas that would occasionally spark in his said mind, and well, that spark proved to be not something of a firework but one of a short circuit. In other words: This idea might as well blow up into Saber’s face. Royally.

Clawed hands pried open the jaw of the Dark Gaia spawn, to which was nearly the size of the concerned, floating chihuahua beside Saber, and despite how much Saber vowed to never be bitten again by these creatures, he’s now lunging a hand of his right into the mouth of one just for one little object.

The scene had Chip’s muzzle tint a pale green, and the deity’s little paws had to cover his eyes so that he doesn’t have to see any more of this. He knew the hero’s work could be gritty at times, but he couldn’t help but stare at this and think that maybe eating a chocolate bar from earlier wasn’t such a good idea.

Saber ignored the elder hybrid’s words, raising one index finger up as to tell him to wait for a single minute. Just a minute and this whole thing would be over with. And, really, it’s the only thing he could ask for at this very second (especially with how baffled his friends must have looked at him for doing this).

“Juuust one more minnn - Aha! Got you!” His gruff voice shouted, glee lingering in his tone. With one more pluck, the ring was finally, finally brought out of the spawn’s mouth and held in between Saber’s fingers, which weren’t covered in saliva nor have any hints of bite marks.

He shoved his cleats towards the little monster and allowing it to finally dissipate into purple smoke. Fanged teeth baring, he grinned as he showed his friends his acclaimed prize: A warp ring.

“Remind me never ta let my warp ring get caught into one of those little guy’s mouths ever again.” No, seriously, he definitely doesn’t want to do that again.

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“Care Package” First a hug from both of them, then some homemade chili dogs, and an offer for a little movie night where they all pile/cuddle up on the couch and binge a few until everyone's asleep.

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 Rain.

It had always deprived anything positive that radiated off of individuals. It sucked off of their positive energy like blood-sucking vampires of the night. It can kill anyone’s cheerful mood in a matter of a second and drag them down into this pit of despair. And, really, the one hero that was depended on during this whole catastrophe was sprawled on his own mattress, staring blankly at the cold raindrops that slam against his window in a deafening manner.

Something was nestled in between his slender arms, which was a heavy book. A book that told the tall tale of a boy who cried wolf, and eventually got bitten in the bum for doing so. It may have been too dark for Saber’s liking, but he can’t help but immerse himself into something more somber when it comes to the weather being this way.

That and the solid fact that out of all the days that occurred in the hedgehog’s life, today had to be the day where he had just woken up from a dastardly nightmare. Not of just his usual brand of nightmares that contained one bald doctor destroying the very people and things he cherished, but of one that was much more… personal. And unlike all the other nightmares, it’s a nightmare that he remembered that’s as clear as day.

Running away from creatures of the night, receiving claws in his flesh from them, and getting an awful transformation as punishment. Saber knew it’s something he recalled frequently, but no matter how much of it he recalls, nothing is more damaging than to feel like he has to relive the experience all over again.

He brought up his trembling legs to his chest and curled himself in a way so that he can feel some sort of comfort from it. Some would tell him it’s okay to shed a tear and that it’s healthy too, but that’s the thing: He’s not so sure he can shed tears anymore.

Or, at the very least, shed any more tears on this day.

Before he thought that he can just wallow in his emotions, a distant sound bounced off the wooden walls of his room. Nothing like the booming, threatening rumbles of thunder from outside. Instead, it’s something that gave the world’s hero a startle and sending chills down his spine.

A doorbell.

A doorbell that meant someone is here. Someone that has come here, in the rain, to come check up on him. And frankly, he’s uncertain on who it could be. The biggest thing to worry about it though is…

Did this person willingly come here to check up on him? Or was it the result of a fellow worried friend?

That he cannot tell.

Releasing a heavy sigh, Saber slipped from his bed and placed his book on his nightstand. He will get to that later. He made sure to drench his face with water from the sink so that he can somewhat cover up the bags under his eyes. He almost thought of asking Amy for makeup to hopefully cover that all up, but he figured that would raise too much suspicion.

Without a moment of hesitation, he approached the door, curling his fingers around the doorknob and finally, finally opening it to welcome the person inside. He almost muttered under his breath to ask what this person wanted from him, but those green eyes of his lit up to see that this wasn’t just one person, but two.

Two of his new friends. The friends who have come time and again to help him out. Saber could have sworn he choked up at the sight, but he attempted to keep it all in; just like he had been this morning.

“H… hey guys,” he spoke softly, rubbing his arms, “Whaddya doin’ here? S’ goin’ nuts out there and shouldn’t you guys be -”

He didn’t get to finish his sentence. He didn’t get the chance to question. Heck, all of the possible questions he could have asked were never to be addressed as two pairs of arms come to wrap around his body, causing him to freeze up like he’s been frozen entirely in time.

He blinked, not expecting that sort of response. He thought maybe that there was something wrong and he wanted to ask them that. He thought maybe they were having a rough time in their own zone and needed some comfort as well. No matter what the reason, he returned the embrace, not caring in the slightest for being drenched by the rain.

Once they departed, he raised a brow at the two of them as they began explaining why they arrived here in the middle of a thunderstorm, and it was all because of a young fox speaking about how he wasn’t “feeling well.” He didn’t take offense to it, but rather he found it heartwarming that they came all this way to help him out (but he honestly thought that they should have swung by at a more peaceful day than a chaotic one).

His gloved hands grasped on the container of fresh, homemade chili-dogs and didn’t dare to let go. The container was still warm and had its clear top obscured by steam. Sweet steam that made the hedgehog’s stomach rumble just as much as the thunder roaring outside. Being given such a thing on a day like this would work wonders for him. It really goes to show that such small things can be helpful in a big way.

“Th… thank you…” A small smile was plastered on his muzzle. It was the first smile he did today, so the hybrids accomplished a great achievement in that.

His smile widened at the offer as well, as he felt the uncontrollable urge to drag in his friends inside so that they could join him for the night. However, he just nodded, gesturing the two to crash on his couch. No longer is he going to stay in bed for the rest of the day.

“Would you like ta have some of these chili-dogs? I know it’s a gift f’er me but… I think I would feel a little bit better if I shared ‘em.”

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“You should have seen the other guy.”

Send “You should have seen the other guy” for my muse to patch yours up after a fight | @projectlightfox

 A gloved palm clasped against the hedgehog’s forehead, creating a tiny bruise on there that’ll throb for a few minutes. Something that sounded like a groan uttered pushed through his gritted teeth, but not one of pain from the slap he did. Instead, it was annoyance or unamusement at the response he’s gotten from his friend.

Really, he should have seen that coming, but honestly? He doesn’t care if he did or he didn’t. He lightly shook his head, puffing out a sigh as he leaned forward, beginning to work on his nursing skills once more.

“Lemme guess, it ran away with its tail between its legs, right?” he inquired, pausing to place his fists on his slim hips, “Next thing ya tell me, it got lost into da jungle. So we have ta play scavenger hunt ta find it.” Which, to him, doesn’t sound too entertaining considering what happened the night before.

His knees, splotched with bruises and cuts from the monsters that attacked last night, were plopped on the floorboards, and right next to where the rest of the dock was leading into the ruins and the jungle. The jungle might as well be in ruins from those stupid monsters. These same monsters that went after his friend and he while they were exploring Adabat. Saber supposed that maybe that night wasn’t the best one to go exploring for the Gaia temple.

He clutched onto the roll of bandages as his eyes examined every injury that coated his friend. So far, most of them have been bounded by these bandages. Thankfully, the villagers had enough supplies in case of an emergency. They would have assisted the hedgehog further if it wasn’t for him insisting he worked on the injuries despite his sloppy handiwork at it.

“Look, dude, I know ya did this before, and dat y’er more experienced than me, but dat doesn’t mean ya can beat ‘em all in one swoop.” He emphasized by throwing his hands in the air as if to estimate how many of Dark Gaia’s spawn was out in the wilderness. “They’re still as dangerous as they’ve been when they first came upon da surface of da planet. Not ta mention da bigger and feisty ones like ta squash you like a bug.”

There was a part of him that wanted to blabber on and on about how Chip was surrounded by a whole slew of them the moment Tails and he found him, but he didn’t want to tread back to old memories to justify his point. With no more than a couple of minutes, he sat in front of Volt, his mouth a thin line and his expression serious.

“I know y’er stubborn and reckless and wantin’ ta protect da people ya love, I get dat.” He is, after all, an expert at those three categories. What was there he didn’t understand about it? “But… Sometimes dat can get ya more hurt than how you feared y’er loved ones will be. Trust me, I know.”

He would have ended it off at that. Except, his lips quirked into a smirk before he folded his arms. “And remember: M’ supposed ta be da reckless one.”

[azurexalacrity]

Harmony's turn to get her friend back. Maybe a little much with one of those spring loaded envelopes of colorful glitter, but she thought he might get a good laugh out of it after digging himself out of what was probably an entire container of it. Bonus if it was already nightfall when he found it.

( @projectlightfox )

 It appeared strange that out of all the days that an envelope would appear in his mailbox, it had to be today. Maybe it was a coincidence. After all, not everyone was knowledgeable of the prank infested holiday, nor have any interest regarding it. He can mark off a couple people he’s known that don’t celebrate whatsoever and while he didn’t mind that, it still pegged him that someone would just send him mail.

Then again, the mail could be anything. A late birthday card, a drawing that a fan made for him, a batch of Chili-dog coupons, or even letters. No matter what it could be, it got Saber skipping down the front yard, opening the hatch to the mailbox, and yanking out that envelope.

Slamming the box shut, an eager smile was shown on his face as his gloved fingers gripped on the corners of the envelope. Nothing seemed too off about it, per se. All he can really tell about it was that it had a dashing shade of color and that it was from… Harmony?

That raised a few eyebrows. It raised his for sure. Now, how in the world can that happen? Do inter-dimensional letters exist? Maybe. The hedgehog hummed in questioning, and the urge to tear open this “letter” has been killing him from the inside, like some devil on his shoulder demanding him to open it.

And so, after carefully tearing through the paper in order to open it, he opened the envelope. What he didn’t realize, however, was that he opened the hatch to… a whole stack of glitter launching at him, as if the envelope itself was a catapult.

“Gaaaah!”

Colorful specs that resembled the rainbow (or one of the speedster’s favorite candies) dumped onto him like gallons of water. It got into his quills, coated his face, and he was more than ever sure that some of it are now in his teeth just because of him letting out a startled scream when it started.

He turned his arms around, his hands, and checked out the rest of his body. The glitter on him was like a fresh coat of paint, but at least it wasn’t as sticky as paint. Or glue. Or any sugary, gooey sweets. He had to spit out some of the glitters, but it wasn’t awful.

After all, once he stepped inside the bathroom, glancing at his glittery reflection in the mirror, he can’t help but sport a grin, making pose after pose. Sure, this kind of prank would be annoying to wash out later, and he had no doubt about that. Although, there’s no shame in having fun in it, right?

“Well played, kiddo, well played. But, hey…” He paused, winking at himself in the mirror, “I had no idea glitter looked good on me.”

[azurexalacrity]

send 🌹 to give my muse a rose ((Harmony gave a card. It's Volt's turn. ;p))

Valentine’s Day RP Meme | @projectlightfox

Send 🌹to give my muse a rose

 He blinked once.

Then twice. Then squeezed the fur and flesh of one of his arms to assure him that no, he wasn’t dreaming. That this isn’t some figment of his imagination screwing around with him. That this is real and will always be real, no matter what part of his mind would bicker with his heart about.

Slowly, gloved hands were raised, inching closely towards the rose that’s held by the older hybrid. His fingers gently took the flower away from him, now bringing it to his face. His nose wrinkled at the pollen seeping in his nostrils, but frankly, he didn’t care if he wounded up sneezing a storm because of it.

A small grin spread across his muzzle, stretching from ear to ear and revealing his fanged teeth (a side effect of his transformation). Yet again he felt mirthful chuckles spill out from him; so much so that tears of joy started pricking his eyes.

“Thh… Thank you…” his voice stuttered like the sound of a creaking door, but not one of fear. Instead, it’s filled with an uncontrollable amount of happiness. Happiness he hasn’t felt in a long while. “Y-You sure know how ta make a hedgehog feel special, huh?”

Saber sniffled a tad, rubbed one of his arms to gain back his composure, and stumbled inside of his home. A few footsteps came in, and then came out, revealing that the hero was holding a box filled with authentic chocolates.

“This is f’er you and y’er daughter. I know I didn’t have ta return da favor but… But I wanted to. You guys helped make me feel on da top of da world, so I thought makin’ you guys feel dat way too would make it worth wild.”

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🐺- My muse is rapidly turning into a monster and is trying to get yours to get away before they can get hurt.

Symbols for Angsty Drabbles | @projectlightfox

🐺- My muse is rapidly turning into a monster and is trying to get yours to get away before they can get hurt.

 Apprehension plagued his face in a matter of a second. All the color from his face was drained as if a vampire has sucked all the blood out of him, leaving him to be as pale as the color of his gloves. Long, sharp talons were starting to peek through the fingertips of his gloves, and it doesn’t seem like they’re stopping anytime soon.

Beads of condensation peppered on the sides of his face, splashing on his cheeks once he shifted his gaze towards the two hybrids. At the depths of his heart, he knew well enough of how much they can take care of themselves and defend themselves from upcoming threats. However, he cannot afford them to stick around here any longer. It’s for their safety, no matter how much they vow to not leave him behind.

Emerald eyes dilating at an alarming rate, he spun his entire, trembling body at them, leaving out distressed breaths as he exclaimed from the bottom of his throat, “Volt! Harmony! I don’t get much time ta say this, but I need you guys to high-tail outta ‘ere and don’t look back!”

Layers of navy blue fur began to coat over his arms, tearing through the gloves like an army of termites just crawled on him. His hands became much bigger, now fully embracing the claws that are on his fingers. His claws immediately went for his temples, clasping his palms against them as he threw his head backward…

And screamed.

His screams echoed throughout their surroundings, causing disturbed animals to screech, howl, or yelp in return. And, if that wasn’t enough indication that something is going horribly wrong, then the Blue Blur collapsing on his front proved otherwise.

His murmurs of discomfort were muffled by the abrupt cracking of bones. Bones that have grown larger, bigger, and more durable than the speedster’s natural ones. And it showed with he himself growing inches above his average height, having longer arms, shorter legs, and a whole new body that he dreaded to have since day one.

Finally, he stirred, once again turning his attention towards the other two. His dark green eyes were narrowed to slits. The implication of whether he was angry at them for not leaving or preparing to smite them because of the horrid influence was unclear.

All that happened next was that a foot stomped forward to them, and before his friends expect anything else, Sonic yelled again.

“Run!”

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“Happy Valentine’s Day Saber!” Fluffhog pounce attack, with a hug for good measure before holding up her card in the shape of a heart.

( @projectlightfox )

 Saber wasn’t too big on holidays.

Not since the night of trick or treating has become a nightmare that tainted his mind every now and then; he’s more so inclined to backpedal to holidays. Well… Except for Christmas. Christmas was one he certainly can’t miss. Not the sweets or presents or even spending time with family. No siree.

For today, he sat on the steps outside of Professor Pickle’s university, leaning against one of the supporting columns. His brother had classes to attend to and take care of (along with getting some information about a certain ancient being). The least he could do is wait for him - And ignore the surrounding Spagonians gushing over the holiday.

He was sure Amy was around too. Zipping down the markets and probably fetching a little unwanted present for him. Though, he can’t help but admire her dedication and determination for it (despite him not having the same feelings for her).

He almost expected her to come glomping him, send him billions of kisses on his face, and shove a heart-shaped present towards him. However, what came next wasn’t what he expected nor what he had in mind.

His ears perked to his nickname, making him stand up from his position… And get an adorable fluffhog pouncing on him. Laughter bubbled out from the bottom of his throat, and he could have woken up the whole neighborhood if it was nightfall.

“Hehehe - Hey, squirt!” he exclaimed merrily, turning over towards Harmony and returning the embrace, “Didn’t expect ta see you on this sunny day! Whaddya doin’ out ‘ere?”

He didn’t think he mentioned heading over to Spagonia to her the last time they met. He figured Tails must have put a note on their door before leaving. Smart kid.

Before he could ask to make sure of the details, he noticed the card held in between tiny hands. He blinked several times, knitting his brows together as to not question this further. The only things he did was inch towards her, jabbing his chest with an index finger as his eyes began to sparkle.

“Is… Is dat f’er me?” His voice was probably the softest the hybrids have ever heard from him. “Are you… Givin’ this to me?”

He had to make sure before he took a hold of it. If he’s gotten the confirmation that it is, he’ll hold the card close to his chest, almost as if he’s hugging it.

It wasn’t what he expected at all today. But… He’s not complaining.

Not at all.

[azurexalacrity]

( A little thought about the were/hog: Since the were/hog was formed by Dark/Gaia’s energy entering into Son.ic’s body (right after his own chaos energy was sapped out of him along with the emeralds), the energy from the said creature and its influence can usually change the behavior of a fellow individual, warping their personality and making them act enough that conversations with them tend to be awkward and strange.

And since in the game, Son.ic can be able to channel it by his good nature, as well as the energy having little to no effect to him (I say little because the were/hog form has made him much more irritable or his temper flares up more easily in that state). Because of this, he wasn’t taken over by the cruel deity’s influence and being able to withstand it. Which brings us to this particular topic…

What would happen if he were to struggle in regards to the dark energy being stored within him in his nocturnal state? What would happen if he were to attempt to control it; to control it like some inner beast that’s trying to crawl out of him? Or, what would happen if the state, in turn, became much direr the more Dark/Gaia’s influence/energy is taking over the planet?

Imagine those effects coming in at daytime for him. He can perhaps keep his sharp canine-like teeth or have longer claws but they glow in purple. Heck, perhaps his eyes might have a purple tint to them, but not enough for him to turn into a mindless beast like the gaia creatures. Or maybe they turn all reptilian like Dark/Gaia’s eyes.

Maybe he might even possess some of the deity’s powers; who knows? Lol. )

[azurexalacrity]

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