Wolf m!a

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

Sucking in a breath of surprise through his nose that came out more like a snort, Syx shifted to accommodate is now wolfy black mate. Nuzzling into her fur, he let out a small ‘woof’ and soft comfortable grumbles. She’d always smelled so wild and free and so very Anna in her wolf form. With his new nose it there was so much more to that now. In some ways far less than he could smell before, in others far more. He could smell himself on her, the sheets she’d slept in, the Lair and the things she’d touched, hints of the food she’d had. Her emotions and her Anna’ness were still there… but much of the subtle detail was lost.

Burying his nose into her fur, Syx snuffled his mate. Moving his nose around her with interest as he sought what his senses could no longer give him. And to marvel over all the olfactory information he was now getting.

It was the gentle nuzzle of her mate in this form that drew her to further relax, tilting her head off to the side to give him further access to whatever he may want to do and wherever he would want to sniff. It was all these actions that caused something magnificent to happen, the scent of pine and forest growing so strong she could suddenly picture it clearly in her mind. A place that felt so strongly of home she could feel the dirt beneath her, could hear the birds singing overhead. She could feel the sensation of her pack, could feel the rustling of her fur as her mother brushed by much like Syx was doing with his nose now…

She felt so alive, she felt so whole, a piece of her falling into place before the memory faded and remained at a reachable distance. Unaware to it, she had tears running along her fur, making soft whining noises in the back of her throat before she nuzzled against him and licked at his jaw with almost anxious actions. Taking in a breath, she shifted forms once again, breathing out heavily as she soon moved to embrace Syx, eyes closing tightly.

“Pack…” she whispered the word, knowing it to be true.

Syx distressed at her whining, whimpering softly back as he washed her face and pressed his body against hers. She meant the world to him no matter what shape she had. She was part of his home. Like Minion, he revolved around her movements in their lives like gravity. She was home. Where ever they were was home.

Never did he wasn’t her to be sad. His senses were thrown off in his wolf form, but as he washed her face he could tell it was far more complicated than just sad or happy tears. And pack… that seemed like a good word. He still wasn’t sure what sort of social groups his people formed, but the idea of having all his loved ones together, being near them in larger number than the standard human family unit… that sounded wonderful.

Wolf m!a

glittergcld:

syx-blue:

Syx looked up at her with big pleading green eyes and pulled closer for comfort. He ran his claw tipped fingers over his fur, trying to part it, somehow still hoping to find blue skin under it all. A low noise of distress still continued, but at least he wasn’t alone.

Anna could scent the distress that he felt, feeling the sensation of pack settling in further in her chest even if she wasn’t aware of it. Taking in a deep breath, the sensation of home so damn strong she could almost smell the scent of wet earth and pine needles. A touch disoriented of the fact, Anna moved to gently cup beneath Syx’s long jaw, drawing him to look over towards her. “We will figure this out, alright..?” she urged softly, combing her fingers through his fur in a manner her instincts knew to be how she herself liked the best.

Between one breath and the next her form rippled and shifted, a wolf with fur as deep as a moonless sitting beside Syx now. Making a low grumbling noise in the back of her throat, one meant to soothe him further she shifted to move close and nose beneath his jaw, shifting to get closer.

Sucking in a breath of surprise through his nose that came out more like a snort, Syx shifted to accommodate is now wolfy black mate. Nuzzling into her fur, he let out a small ‘woof’ and soft comfortable grumbles. She’d always smelled so wild and free and so very Anna in her wolf form. With his new nose it there was so much more to that now. In some ways far less than he could smell before, in others far more. He could smell himself on her, the sheets she’d slept in, the Lair and the things she’d touched, hints of the food she’d had. Her emotions and her Anna’ness were still there… but much of the subtle detail was lost.

Burying his nose into her fur, Syx snuffled his mate. Moving his nose around her with interest as he sought what his senses could no longer give him. And to marvel over all the olfactory information he was now getting.

Wolf m!a

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Anna had fallen asleep at something of a normal human hour, sprawled out in the bed with Syx’s pillow pressed close to her side as she was generally found when he didn’t join her. Though when Anna woke, the sun hadn’t even begun to hint in the sky, the world still dark. Despite her shorter time sleeping, she was entirely rested, blue eyes quite literally glowing slightly in the dim lighting. Without needing to turn any lights on, Anna made her way out of their room and into the lair proper.

Looking around, Anna began to meander about, trying to find her mate when a strange scent came to her, her awareness perking up immediately in a defensive manner as she began to follow wherever it may lead

Syx had been working on a project late into the night, first upgrading and repairing some of the combat brain bots then building a new fighting suit. Just in case he did end up in an all out war with the other Psycho Delic.

He could recall feeling overheated as he started to fade, rubbing his tired eyes and slowly stripping as he worked. A trail of his clothing led from where he’d been building to the leather sofa crammed against the wall. It was a common nap location for the blue villain and as such it always had a blanket and pillow on it. AC/DC still played on the overhead speakers and one of his favorite brain bots, the elderly 55, was cuddled down onto of the the large lump of blankets. A soft breathing noise rumbling from under him.

Anna was honestly a bit surprised by the trail of clothing that she came across, frowning softly as she bent down to pick it up. How many times had Syx ‘reminded’ her that clothing should be worn in the lair at all times? Too many for her to count, quite honestly. It wasn’t until she picked up the second article of clothing that she noticed something was off, the scent of it different…

Coming to the couch, Anna gazed down at the lump beneath the blankets that was hidden to her, her senses alive.. but for the life of her she couldn’t figure out just /why/. Something called to her like never before, tingling at her senses. Her time that she had been with Syx over the summer, she had begun to grow rather tan.. except her tan? It wasn’t going away. It kept her skin as a beautiful copper color, that color the first thing she saw as she reached down to pull the covers away

The lump stirred, first a dark black paw stuck out from under the blanket. 55 shifted and let out a “Bowg” at being disturbed. The black paw was followed by the head of a sleepy wolf, yawning wide as it stretched out and arched it’s back. He blinked sleepily up at Anna, recognizing his mate with ease despite the sleepy disorientation. With a puff of a sigh, he settled his head down on his paws, oddly green eyes nearly closed with lethargic ease.

Anna inhaled quickly as soon as she saw the paw immerge, quickly taking a large jumping step back as her eyes flared in brilliance, the glow increasing as she prepared to fight whoever had invaded her territory…

It wasn’t until she saw the wolf’s head emerge, pausing as her mouth gaped open. Genuine shock rolled through her as she slowly moved forward, the feeling of familiarity only increasing. The scent of her mate mingled together with something that smelled awfully… familiar. “..Syx?” She murmured, voice a bit gruff

Slowly waking up, Syx tipped his head at his mate. Why was she acting so odd? She should be snuggling with him. That seemed far more right.

Making a woof noise and leaning in to nuzzle her, he straightened up and the blanket fell further off his form revealing a body shape somewhere between his old one and the wolf like for Anna had taken before. Reaching out, he wrapped his pawed arms around her loosely and pulled her close.

Everything Syx did, she instinctively knew them to all be actions of a mate, knew them to be actions of a beast who dearly loved her.. and even before his body was shown and his eyes were opened she knew without a doubt that this wolf before her was Syx. Taking a step close to him, she shifted and curled up with him, feeling tears build in her eyes oddly enough…

It was when she nestled her nose in against his fur that the sense of home slammed into her, making her take in a deep breath as if she had surfaced from spending some time underwater, her arms wrapping around her. She closed her eyes tightly, holding him tighter yet as she made a low noise in the back of her throat that was something akin to a wolf whine in a human throat. The desire to shift and change tingled at her skin… but she restrained

Anna’s reaction had Syx waking up more fully, trying to murmur comforting things to his mate. Now that he focused, things were definitely off… But he was struggling to place how. As he moved to kiss her neck, his long wet tongue licked up the side of her neck. Well… that wasn’t what he’d intended to do but it felt right. Continuing his sleepy sounds of comfort he shifted and washed her face with wide flat strokes of his tongue.

Pulling back enough to look at her in concern, he brought an arm up to cradle her head… and finally noticed his fur covered limb. With a shout of alarm, he yipped and craned his long neck to look over his changed body, tail tucking between his legs and ears lowering as he whined low in his throat. What was going on?

Anna shifted in his arms, tilting her head in a manner that exposed her neck just a bit more and would allow him to wash her face easier, all acts of instinct that drove her forward without her thinking of it. The sound of fright he made quickly shook her from herself, opening eyes that glowed a touch more than usual before they settled into their usual state.

“Hey.. hey it’s alright,” she urged, smiling softly, looking over his form, “I don’t know what’s going on.. but it’s alright.”

Syx looked up at her with big pleading green eyes and pulled closer for comfort. He ran his claw tipped fingers over his fur, trying to part it, somehow still hoping to find blue skin under it all. A low noise of distress still continued, but at least he wasn’t alone.