Oz moved to stand at the entrance to the barn, wand ready. A part of him couldn't believe that actually worked, and another part told him that things were never that easy.
"Stop... getting eaten?" He looked around the barn. A cage full tribbles colored for a Pride Parade. Another cage with winged snakes. Fenrir. Bloodthirsty pegasus. A bloodthirsty pegasus biting Fenrir.
The creature let out another shrill shriek.
Oh.
Oz hovered, unsure of what exactly to do. He was pretty sure that what was happening was his fault... but he just couldn't feel too sorry about it.
Oz crossed his arms, still standing at the doorway, and wrinkled his nose at the smell of blood. Normally its aroma was sweet for him, but never Fenrir's. "I got your scent and I heard a scream. So I came for a dramatic rescue." He shook his head. "That never really works."
He gave the steak a steady look, before turning that expression on Fenrir. "I'll pass."
He then looked at the damage he had done. It was his first time casting the spell, and it was stronger than he had expected; probably both due to his heightened emotions and his inexperience.
"Good thing I have you around. Otherwise I would have no idea what's going on in my head." He unconsciously wiped the place Fenrir touched, and then went back inside for more nails.
"I think I might have a better idea of my wolf side than you do. You don't maintain control like I do by locking a side of yourself away, or by not understanding it. But you don't have to be responsible for yourself, I guess."
"I'm not the one who made a man's life a whole lot worse that night."
But the blow stayed, because Fenrir was just repeating what Oz had been saying to himself since that night. "I transformed because of some... because of a power game we've been playing without me realizing it. It- Fine, I lept at the chance to fight you. And you're right, I could run away from that. If this wasn't probably one of the safest places in the world where I could make a mistake, I would.
"How could you help me? No offense, but I think we are two men whose philosophies greatly diverge."
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"Stop... getting eaten?" He looked around the barn. A cage full tribbles colored for a Pride Parade. Another cage with winged snakes. Fenrir. Bloodthirsty pegasus. A bloodthirsty pegasus biting Fenrir.
The creature let out another shrill shriek.
Oh.
Oz hovered, unsure of what exactly to do. He was pretty sure that what was happening was his fault... but he just couldn't feel too sorry about it.
"My bad."
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He gave the steak a steady look, before turning that expression on Fenrir. "I'll pass."
He then looked at the damage he had done. It was his first time casting the spell, and it was stronger than he had expected; probably both due to his heightened emotions and his inexperience.
"I'll fix the door."
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"Good thing I have you around. Otherwise I would have no idea what's going on in my head." He unconsciously wiped the place Fenrir touched, and then went back inside for more nails.
"I think I might have a better idea of my wolf side than you do. You don't maintain control like I do by locking a side of yourself away, or by not understanding it. But you don't have to be responsible for yourself, I guess."
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But the blow stayed, because Fenrir was just repeating what Oz had been saying to himself since that night. "I transformed because of some... because of a power game we've been playing without me realizing it. It- Fine, I lept at the chance to fight you. And you're right, I could run away from that. If this wasn't probably one of the safest places in the world where I could make a mistake, I would.
"How could you help me? No offense, but I think we are two men whose philosophies greatly diverge."
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