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Started August 19, 2022 by @Adam_gets_railed_by_men

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“ No One's similar “ he said softly

"What do you want..?" His voice shook. Eyros had scared Raphael to death. It would be a little difficult to build a friendship, but not impossible. Nothing was truly impossible. "Why did you threaten me?"

“ Because I was told something that I now think was a lie..” he said and sighed

Raphael's brow furrowed. He was extremely confused. "What lie were you told?" The werewolf turned his body to face Eyros. "What could you have possibly been told?"

“ I was told you Wanted to fuck me up, and put the omega in it's place.” he let out a soft whine in response to it.
Eyros hated it but his hell hound influenced him greatly

Raphael raised an eyebrow, looking at Eryos like he was insane. Raphael was a scrawny thing. His body was thin and he was smaller than Eyros. One could even see Raphael's ribs if they looked hard enough. "Taking one glance at me…do you really think I could actually fight you?"

“ powers go a long way. “ he said and looked up at the other kid. “ I'm sorry” he said and felt his face flush, but that was just his eternal flame, right?

Raphael pursed his lips, looking at the hound steadily. “I don’t have strong powers either. I have barely any powers.” The werewolf slowly inched out of his hiding spot “I accept your apology.” Even if he was coming out of his hiding spot, Raphael was still wary of Eyros.

Eyros didn't seem to pose a threat at the moment, more just sitting there and waiting for something to happen

Raphael scooted closer to Eyros. “What do you want? I feel unsettled that you keep watching me..” He sat in front of Eyros, hands in his lap, acting like a reflection of him. Accept Raphael was small and emaciated.

“ does it hurt? When do you change? Is it only on the full moon?”eyros was loaded with questions like a small child

“I-“ Raphael wasn’t prepared to be bombarded with questions. Questions about his shifting nevertheless. “Uh, no. It doesn’t. Maybe if I was a bitten werewolf. Maybe then. But I was born this way, so it’s natural.” He flicked his hand and showed Eyros his claws. “I can change when ever I want. I can draw out any feature I want. I am not only tied to the moon. Bitten wolves have those struggles, I don’t.”

“ cool,” he said, his chest glowing slightly “ you wouldn't like it if I changed

Raphael tilted his head, staring at the boy in confusion. "Why not? Isn't it similar." He looked at Eyros closely. "And why are you glowing?"

“ hell fire” he said softly “ I'm cold..” Eyros gave a soft chuckle at them being the same “, no, no it's the thing made of nightmares” he said softly

"How are you cold if hellfire is glowing in your chest? Isn't that—like.. a natural insulator?" Raphael didn't understand how Eyros worked. The boy was confusing to him. Species and personality wise. "How are you a thing of nightmares? I'm a thing of nightmares!" A cuddly wolf wasn't exactly a thing of nightmares.

Eyros grimaced “ strong emotions like hurt and anger can extinguish my flame. Especially sadness. “ he said “ and since your too curious ill show you,” he said and stood, shapeshifting into an almost dire wolf body. The ribs were showing and his teeth were long and sharp. He had a kinda hellish look to him. Flames roared up the exposed bones and his eyes were as cold as a lost soul. His growl made him sound like a leviathan

Raphael looked down at his lap, staring at his hands. "Are you sad? Or angry?" But the werewolf didn't receive an answer. Instead, the boy he had been talking to shapeshifted into a hellish looking wolf. Raphael wasn't really scared of Eyros. He gave the helldog a pat on the head and shapeshift into his wolf form. He was smaller compared to Eyros, sides sunken in and the outline of his ribs showed. He had a shaggy golden pelt that looked as if it hadn't been groomed for years. Raphael was starving. He didn't know how he got here, only that he was in some type of school with a hellhound. He stepped forward, sniffing Eyros.

Eyros sniffed him, giving a slight whine at the state Raphael was in. He started grooming the werewolf right then and there, Making sure to be easy around his ears and face.
Some places he didn't touch, as that was Raphael's business whether it got cleaned or not.
He noticed the boy also needed at least something to munch on. So he nudged the wolf in the direction of his dorm

Raphael gave a small whine in protest as Eyros started to groom his tangled fur. He flicked his ear multiple times in annoyance. He felt like a pup being groomed by his mother. Oh, how did he miss those days. His aunt was never nurturing and threw him in some dumb institution, leaving him with a vague memory of how he got here, but the majority of it was unknown. Raphael protested as Eyros tried to nudge the werewolf towards his dorm. But the problem? Raphael was light. He could put up much of a fight, so he padded to Eyros' dorm alongside him.

Eyros seemed to be having difficulty keeping his flame going, as it would flicker out and he'd spend a couple of moments coughing smoke before it would reignite itself and he’d be up and moving again.
Once they got to his dorm, eyros shifted back and got some leftovers for Raphael to eat “ here “

Raphael looked over at the hellhound with worry. He'd never seen anything like this before. He just padded along the hall, head down and staring at the patterns on the ground. Such interesting things to put on the ground. He looked up, stopping as Eyros nudged open the door to his dorm. Even though Eyros had shifted back, Raphael was still hesitant. He then entered the hound's dorm, shifting back. He flinched back when food was given to him. "What is it?"

“ tattor tot casserole, “ he said and handed Raphael the bowl “ please, eat, “ he said and have a pleading look

Raphael gave Eyros a concerned glance. "Uh, thank you for offering me food.. sir." He paused. "But I am on a diet of strictly meat. My aunt thought me a cold-blooded killer for it, but it's preference." He shrugged—and then faltering at Eyros' pleading gaze. "On a second thought—I don't think a little potato will hurt.." He looked down at the down, scrunching up his face, and eating some of the casserole, reluctantly swallowing it.

(Edit: I know I said Raphael was a light element, but I think I'll switch him to a shadowy element to fit his arc)

(ok!) eyros gave a soft smile, a change from his usual doom and gloom. “ I can try and cook some meat tonight if you wish to eat dinner with me?” he asked, his face flushed a bit before he shook off the thought

Raphael gave the boy a kind smile. "Uhh, that's not a problem.. I like raw rabbit anyway." He was shocked at how nice Eyros was being, especially after trying to kill him. And that other guy? Raphael didn't trust. "Uhhh, yeah..I can. It's not like I have anywhere else to go— well, other than to my dorm." The invitation had caught him off guard, but it was nice to think someone might enjoy his company. "My name if Raphael, but you can call me Raf or Rafe. Either works."

“ well,raf I'm really sorry for today.. If you haven't notice.. I act on instinct and sometimes it can cause me to get out of hand.. “ he said and shook his head “ I really shouldn't trust Leo..”

Raf put the bowl of casserole somewhere suitable in the kitchen. “I accept your apology for the second time today.” He giggled. “We all get those instincts. I can’t control my hunting instincts, but that’s because I’m still young. They told me as I get older, it gets better” Raf seemed unsure about that statement. He was usually a rowdy and wild kid, but Eyros’ anger had shocked him into quiet and scared. Would he resurface again? “The kid that tried to come between us. He looked mean.”

“ he's only mean because he knows how to kill a hell hound, “ he said and looked down “ and I think that's what he was trying to do.”
Eyros hadn't even admitted it to himself but there could have been no other explanation
“ put out our hellfire, and stab us through the heart” he whispered

Raf went quiet for a good minute, thinking of what to say. “So we have a killer in our mists? Because I don’t like killers.” He chirped, looking down at his hands with perpetual sadness. He sighed, looking up at Eyros. “But why would he want to do something like that? You’re not some puppy that needs to be put down.”