Satan's Will [HDM RP. Asther <> Noah]

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Cyneburga was curled up beneath his bed, barely containing her amusement within her then tiny body. She could almost feel what he was thinking as she listened to him above her. As she was...a small, black, doormouse at the moment, she was practically invisible in the shadows of his bed frame. She moved below the mattress when he did, so that the tip of her small nose poked out from beneath the sheets draping over the side. As soon as he moved, she made a dash for his leg. She sank her tiny claws into the hem of his pajama leg and wound her way up his shin, shifting into a brown chipmunk by his knee, then a white squirrel around his torso, before finally shifting into a small, golden-and-white colored barn owl perched on his shoulder with her ebony talons curved gently against his collarbone to keep herself perched safely without risk of falling off.

She nibbled affectionately at his hair before pulling back and looking forward. "For the record..." she said, her light voice wreathed with an edge of playfulness to it. "I was under your bed as a doormouse." she was pleased with herself, and it was evident in her tone. "Next time look below you, you never know what you'll find." she said before giving his ear a little nip and fluttered to the top of his head, landing on his hair not as an owl, but as a petite, gray, black, and white sugar glider. Crawling forward slightly, she rested the underside of her chin just past his bangs and against his forehead.

Clinging to his head, she closed her eyes and sighed some, relaxing her tiny body and curling her long tail around his right ear. It wouldnt be long now and she would wind up settling in one form. Skylar was approaching the age where dæmons settled as their humans became the person they were going to be for the rest of their life. Would she miss being able to shift and entertain him as she had for the years past? Yes, she would, but she knew her final form would reflect most the person Skylar would be. Cyneburga was content with that. It was almost something to be curious about, though.

What will I settle as?

There was practically a limitless number of forms she could take now, mirroring real animals or those of legend. The largest form she could attain though, no matter the animal, was no bigger than a pony. She'd taken the form a couple of times before, while Skylar had engaged in playful, imaginary games with other children. However, what would it be like to be unable to change form? She had seen the dæmons of other children Skylar's age already settle, however, he was more or less 'behind the curve' in this instance. Although she had no complaints about that, she only knew that it would be soon.

At any rate...I should enjoy the time I have now, and the time I will have once I settle. she thought cheerfully.

"So," she began, opening her large, black eyes and looking down at him, crawling against the side of his head and splaying herself across his eyes, clinging to his face by the hairs of his head, her light body hardly pulling on them. "What are we doing today?"

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Skylar's gentle hand lifted Cyneburga's tiny body off from across his eyes. As he flattened his hand in front of himself, she spun around and face him, curling her tail around the width of his fingers to hold herself steady as she crouched with all four tiny paws balanced evenly around his hand as her large, black eyes looked up at him. He answered her question truthfully, and her eyes gleamed with amusement. He took every day as it came at him, rarely did he plan out what was going to happen...unless he was told he absolutely, positively needed to be somewhere, or do something.

Generally one of the Scholars told him such, or his father.

Cyneburga's tiny body shuddered slightly as she thought of the impressive man who's appearance was incredibly intimidating...in her opinion, anyway. His dæmon was just as much, too. She had settled in the form of an Ocelot, too, so that just added to it.

She was pulled quickly out of her...admittedly a bit cowardly...thoughts as Skylar spoke again, maneuvering between Scholars in the third floor corridor. She felt the slightest twitch of his hand muscles and she leapt from his hand to the front of his coat, where she scrabbled to his breast pocket, letting herself drop inside of it before popping partially out again, hanging her head over the top of it as well as her forepaws and tail. "I should hope its ready, since there are already so many adults up and about!" she said, a bit indignantly. "If not we'll just have to wait around until it is."

She raised her nose to sniff at the air. "Wait..!" she said excitedly. "I smell something...! I think they've cooked...ham!" she leaned forward and gave another massive sniff just to make sure. It was true, she smelled it. It must be a special for the Sunday morning. Once per month the breakfast served on a Sunday was labeled as 'special' compared to the general meal. The smell alone was savory, and Cyneburga could feel her mouth watering. A third smaller sniff, however, revealed a less-than-welcome scent.

"Skylar..!" she said in a hushed, warning tone. "I smell your father and Agrona. They're rather close by, too!" she could sense Skylar's unwillingness to run into the man and his dæmon just as easily as Skylar could probably sense the similar feeling coming from her. Dropping her body into the pocket, she pulled her tail in as well before twisting around so she could look up and out of the top of the pocket at the underside of Skylar's jaw.

At least give us until later... she silently urged the scent that was drawing ever closer.

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Cyneburga stayed quiet as Skylar took off at a running pace through the hallways. She felt her tiny body bounce every which way in his loose pocket despite the fact she kept her small claws curled into his clothing to try to prevent just that. She felt him turn before his warm breath on her fur. ”Can you still smell him?”


”No...not now…” she responded, in just as much of a hushed tone as he had asked. He moved swiftly at her answer, hauling his hood over his head, as though hoping it would make his presence undetectable. A burst of cold met them as he moved outside. She started slightly when he jumped over what she assumed was some sort of railing, and then again when he jumped straight downwards.

In the time it took to shake the surprise from her mind, she’d barely noticed his hand pressing her firmly…though protectively from her body. He looked down at her, and she could feel his concern before he even inquired about her present well-being. She looked up through the top of his pocket and responded almost immediately with a cheerful, but relaxed. ”I’m perfectly alright…just on the cold side.”

They made their way back indoors; the air wreathed with the smell of ham was almost intoxicating from the sharp, clean outdoors. She closed her eyes to breathe in the lovely scent before she was jerked out of her sweet thoughts when Skylar bumped straight into somebody else. The scents they had been running from just minutes ago were simply overwhelming now.

Oh dear… she thought, not poking her head out yet, although she could see perfectly.

The man’s head tilted downwards to look at his son. ”Good morning, Skylar…” he rumbled ever so nonchalantly.