Hi! I just found your page and I really enjoy your writing! =D
I totally see why Epel prefers Savannahclaw over his own door but it does make me a sad for Vil, he cares about Epel too.
So I'm kinda wondering how Epen and the Savannahclaw students would react to seeing someone say something just awful to Vil when he's reached his limit enough to just turn around and punch them hard enough to send them running?
Or for something sweeter, I love the thought of Vil becoming a swan beastman for a while (after being hit with a spell) and rook & savannahclaw helping him through it, dealing with new animal instincts (overprotectiveness of his 'cygnets', a new love of swimming, and wing preening~)
These are just some thoughts I had and wanted to share =>
no pressure to write them of course!
That’s super sweet. Thanks for checking my blog out! I’ve been pretty swamped lately, so I’m only just getting around to everything in my ask box. I apologize in advance, if I don’t get around to things right away. Tysm for the ask <333 I hope you enjoy reading it, as much as I have writing it.
Professor Crewel’s class was one Vil had no troubles with whatsoever. In fact, it was his best subject. This was exactly why he found himself in his current situation. He’d been tutoring his lower class men in transformation potions, when everything had suddenly gone wrong…
Vil watched in horror as the first year added the wrong ingredient to the potion. They looked similar yes, but—
“Wait, don’t add that. It could cause an adverse re-“
The cauldron exploded, and Vil being the good prefect he is, shielded the first year from the spill.
That was when he felt his back burst into pain.
Professor Crewel approached the two, a furious expression on his face, as he stared at the first year.
“Detention. For a month. Schoenheit, with me.” Crewel said, his tone a bit softer as he grasped Vi’ls shoulder leading him to the Savannahclaw dorm.
Vil stared at the dorm in shock, his back twinging, and his gaze trailing to the Professor.
“Professor Crewel, why are we in front of the Savannahclaw dorm? Pardon my curiosity, but I do not quite understand the need for me here…”
Professor Crewel sighs, his voice sounding tired.
“Schoenheit, the potion gave you wings. That is the reason for the pain in your back. Savannahclaw is a dorm largely comprised of beastmen, so they’re the ones who are most likely to teach you to manage your current state. I’ve never seen a reaction like this, so I’m unsure exactly how long it will take for your condition to improve. I will speak to the Headmaster about this, as well.” Professor Crewel says, and Vil finds himself feeling hopelessly alone, as he enters the Savannahclaw dorm.
Leona sees him, and breaks out laughing. “Oh, this is rich. I’d heard you’d transformed, but this is better than expected. Go figure the Pomefiore Prefect would be a Swan.”
Vil frowns, and is surprised when a few passing students let out soft coos, as if they’d seen something cute.
“His feathers fluffed up~!”
Vil huffs, his cheeks on fire.
“How…insolent.” He mutters, drawing another amused snort from Leona.
“Well come on, Birdy. We don’t have all day. I’m not agreeing to keep you here, if all you do is stand around.”
Leona says, and Vil feels horror seep into his form.
Leona raises a brow, “Epel stays all the time. Why? You have a problem? Here we are trying to help.”
Vil shakes his head, sighing.
“No, never mind. Thank you for your help. I appreciate you setting our differences aside, to help figure things out.”
Leona grins, all sharp teeth, grabbing Vil’s wing in his hand.
“We’re not so different, now. Luck you, though. Spelldrive would be so easy with wings.”
Vil huffs, “Not so. Your stamina is far greater than mine.”
Leona snorts, “Another thing to work on during your time here, then.”
Vil nods, absentmindedly.
It takes a week to get used to the presence of his wings.
By then, Rook had effectively established himself in Savannahclaw, and Epel and [F/N] were both on decent terms with Vil. [F/N] had even carried Vil back in when he’d passed out during stamina training.
Vil likes Savannahclaw a lot. It feels almost like a home away from home.
Epel looks at Vil in concern, “Vil are you alright?”
Vil smiles at Epel, “I see why you like it here, is all. Though, I doubt I’ll ever het used to it.”
Epel’s eyes widen and then, surprisingly, he laughs.
“Yeah, I can’t picture you getting used to it, either… Still, I’m glad you’re here. It’s nice you’re not all fighting anymore.”
Vil offers him a smile, “Me too.”
