Big Bad Wolf: Muse becomes a werewolf for 1 day
The effects of the grey mage’s magic kicked in instantly. Even without the full moon in the sky, Parvis could just…tell. His sight felt sharper, the scents around him became more vivid, and an urge to run overook him, one that he just barely managed to push down.
He looked up to curse out the bastard that did it, but it was too late; they’d already gone.
“Fuck!” He slammed a foot onto the ground, ignoring the pain that came from it. “Fuck!”
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“Nothing!” His tone was sharper than he intended, laced with irritation. He knew Strife was stubborn- he lived with it constantly. But this was a secret for him alone.
“Just drop it, Strife. Pleaaase?” He tried pleading next, fixing the blonde with a sad, wide-eyed gaze as his feet aimlessly kicked at the floor.
Strife signed, glaring at the mage. He really hated it when Parvis hid things from him. But sometimes the other was difficult.
“I’ll drop it when you tell me, Parvis.”
