Got Your Goat || Diablo and Esmeralda
little-feathered-shoulder-devil:
Paris was burning, by the smell of it- or at least someone was burning, which seemed to be a regular occurrence in this neck of the woods. Diabloās only regret was the charred remains of whatever poor bastard had found himself on the wrong side of the law was usually too crispy to be of any use for lunch. Ā And so, the bird had fluttered about away from the stink of humanityās judgement to a much nicer side of town where he could hopefully find something actually decent to eat. Ā
He was just enjoying a two-day-dead rat when suddenly, death came from behind- or at least some mischievous goat had decided to use him for head-butting practice. Ā Usually, the bird was a lot quicker to act when a danger made itself present, but he had been so absorbed in his first meal in days he hadnāt noticed the nefarious clip-clop of hooves before it was too late. With a squawk, he took wing, dazed and confused from the onslaught of horns and furry mischievous fury, but at the sight of the little goat practically laughing at him, he spun around, dive-bombing the playful creature in what he hoped was a threatening display.
The goat seemed to think this was just part of the game, and had returned his dive with a fresh headbutt that sent the bird fluttering back to Earth in a whirlwind of concussed pain.
With a frustrated howl, limbs and skin and black robes unfolded in a puff of black smoke and feathers, crawling his way up into man-shape to glare heatedly at the now-startled attacker. āDONāT THINK IāM ABOVE EATING GOATS YOU LITTLE-ā
With a terrified bleat, the goat turned on his hoof to try to escape the irate suddenly-human man who leaped with his own irate snarl- only to miss, landing in a muddy puddle, leaving himself unfortunately open for yet another headbutt to the rear.
This was not a good morning, no.
ooc: hi hope you donāt mind a starter being thrown your way I was feeling inspired ;D <3
The hooded cloak that Esmeralda had been wearing to conceal her now-persecuted face billowed in the wind as the young woman chased after her goat. Djali was a grumpy old thing at the best of times, and this was most definitely not the best of times. The gypsy was worried that her beloved companion had decided to attack one of the guards, an act that would most certainly end in a severed goatās head.
Luckily, that was not the case. Esme finally caught up to the goat, and, to her relief, it was just some old raven that he had decided to chase down. Of course, that didn't mean she approved of her pet's actions. "Djali, don't harm the poor creatur--" but her reprimanding words were snatched from her lips as she gasped in shock, her emerald eyes going wide as the raven seemed to change, it's body lengthening in a burst of smoke, revealing a man in black robes that were not entirely unlike those of a certain judge, who was currently sprawled in a mud puddle.
The gypsy woman, not being a fool, quickly realized that this man was no ordinary human being. Esmeralda was the one being wrongfully persecuted and called a witch, but he was the real deal. However, that didn't stop the kind-hearted dancer from grabbing Djali by the scruff of his neck as he made to launch into another headbutt. "Stop that," she instructed sternly. After all, she didn't know this man. For all she knew he might be a nice person, despite his wizardry.
Her goat placated, Esmeralda strode over to the man, and although her eyes and body language showed a vague suspicion, she knelt down beside him to ask, "I'm sorry for my grouch of a goat. Are you alright?"
