#c:dusty

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@mind-the-muses || Harrison & Dusty

They knew within weeks that that fateful spring day had been a turning point in their relationship. Certainly from that day on, Dusty and Harrison had been nearly inseparable, the small centaur tucked against the larger one’s side almost constantly. They had been friends before, but now, it was clear they were so much more. Dusty was hopelessly in love with the huge male, and as the weeks wore on and certain changes began to make themselves apparent, he grew even more attached.

He told Harrison as soon as he was sure, as soon as he really started to feel the difference, but they didn’t change their behavior much since it would be almost a year before it really mattered.

And then, just as the leaves were turning, Harrison’s antlers dropped off and the fresh ones grew in, and Dusty knew that he was in for an interesting few weeks. “Don’t you even think about it,” he said from his spot reclining in their bed, his belly swollen and his body tired so easily that he spent more time there than anywhere, lately. “I see that look in your eye.”

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@offairytaleisms || Dusty & Marcus || Harrison’s Harem

Dusty had been at the compound for a little less than a year; he'd arrived on the promise of helping bring his own race back from the edge of extinction, but instead proved a capable and versatile breeder. His first heat he'd carried and delivered a litter of eight weretiger cubs, cute little furballs he'd only recently weaned and sent off to live with their father and his tribe. Now, fully recovered from that, the petite centaur was waiting for his next assignment, but his body had other plans.

Fortunately, Leo always had contingencies. He took an early morning run around the perimeter of the compound, burning off some of the early symptoms of his estrus drive, but it was coming on hard and fast. The run also gave him a chance to choose one of the studs Leo kept in his employ to ease his breeders and protect them, and it was this male whom Dusty approached in light steps. "Sir?" he asked, looking shy but flushed from his cheeks to his chest, his long tail flicking in agitation. "I wasn't given an assignment this week, and my heat... would you please come with me to my room?"

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@offairytaleisms || Dusty & Marcus

"Oh no, not now..." The little stag centaur whimpered as he felt the full brunt of heat suddenly crash through his body. He was ranging far from his home territory, hunting for mushrooms close to a human settlement because they felled so many trees that it was a prime enviroment for them. And then he caught the scent of a powerful Alpha hovering somewhere nearby, and that sent his already precarious condition into critical.

He looked around, trying to find the Alpha in order to spring away -- he was so fast, once he knew which direction to run in. He cantered toward the trees, the safety of a huge old redwood whose roots made a fortress he could hide in... or get cornered in.

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@mind-the-muses || Dusty & Harrison || I got impatient

Spring was in full swing in the valley. The snow had melted off, revealing the fresh green shoots underneath. The wind swept through the trees, ruffling their brilliant foliage. The fields were awash in a floral rainbow -- but as Dusty woke and shook himself, he was unable to enjoy it. He’d know that feeling anywhere, even at its earliest point. Soon he would embark from the overhang that sheltered his home and, unable to control himself, search out the nearest male to breed with.

Harrison’s home was so near he could smell the smoke of his breakfast fire, and an ache tightened his chest. This could spell disaster for their friendship -- but as he got his legs under him and began walking, Dusty couldn’t stop himself from drifting resolutely in that direction.

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-gently slides over both Proteus and Harrison for funsies... If you're still doing the thing-

Proteus & Grayson

Name: Pegasus Mathers

Gender: Male (null - no secondary sex characteristics)

General appearance: Birth: Pale periwinkle skin, with somewhat darker cerulean markings that are faintly bioluminescent and gray-blue markings like freckles around his eyes and cheeks, shoulders, and hips; stunted trapezial crests and ears with only slight extensions of the shell; three fingers and a thumb on each hand, but human in shape and darker purple near the ends; four toes on each foot, more like Proteus’s with pale gray-blue webbing; and (most happily, for proteus) a fully formed tail, with three concentric chevron rings and a ridge of gray-blue. Positively enormous silvery-blue eyes with black sclera and long lashes, thick dark brown hair.Shapeshift: Fair skin with a lot of freckles, a button nose and big blue eyes, thick dark brown hair.

Personality: He’s a spoiled little troublemaker. He’s gotten away with murder since the day he was born and it shows; he can be disrespectful and snappy, but most of that -- if you believe it -- is a cover to keep people from looking too deep. Wouldn’t want the average Joe finding out your Dad was an alien, right?

Special talents: Pegasus loves sports, especially things where he can go fast, like skating or biking, even hang-gliding or bungee jumping. He also absolutely loves going for swims with Proteus!

Who they like better: Both. He gets really grouchy if someone gets too judgy.

Who they take after more: Neither, and his parents are utterly baffled.

Personal headcanon: Proteus basically homeschooled Pegasus for most of his childhood, straight off the computers in his ship if only to give the kid a firm foundation to understand what he was and how he fit into the world around him. Once he was taught how to shapeshift, though, they started taking him to parks and playgrounds to get him some social interaction -- fortunately he learned it early, even if they occasionally had to whisk him away in a hurry so no one noticed him turn blue.

Dusty and Harrison

Name: Laurel Porter

Gender: Female

General appearance: Her upper body is a fairly even blending of her parents’ genes: almond-shaped brown eyes, fair skin, and straight black hair, with a pair of small, gilded antlers that sweep back over her head from her temples. Her lower body resembles something like a white-tailed deer, smaller than Harrison but larger than Dusty when she’s fully grown, with mottled gray-brown pelt and shaggy white ruffs at her ankles.

Personality: Laurel is quiet and reserved, somewhat shy compared to her parents; she hid behind Dusty’s flank for a long time after she ought to have been independent, but she wasn’t turned out of their home before she showed she was ready.

Special talents: She’s an expert when it comes to herb lore; she can make medicines, poultices, dyes and teas from the local plant life, and is a natural healer.

Who they like better: Dusty

Who they take after more: Bit of Dusty, but she’s a lot shyer.

Personal headcanon: Laurel was slightly premature, due to her big size Dusty wound up going into early labor. She had to be carried in a sling for the first year of her life, strapped to Harrison or Dusty’s front and fed from a bottle because she was too weak to feed herself. She gained in strength and turned out hale and hearty, but that first year was a struggle for the pair-bond.

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@mind-the-muses || Dusty & Harrison || from here

Harrison smiled at the sight, rather enjoying the floral scent coming from the small centaur before him. He returned the bow, straightening out and looking to the basket of flowers. “Of course. I wouldn’t want you to lose any part of your collection.” He chuckled, tilting his head at that and looking around. “Well… Yes, actually. I moved over not too long ago, I decided I should take a chance at looking around. I’m glad I did; I would have never realized that so many pretty blue flowers were around.” He smiled, looking to a tree and moving over to reach up and pick a pink blooming bud and hand it over to the young centaur.

“Here you go. I’m not sure if this will help you with your craft, but it’s nice, don’t you think? Smells sweet too.” He hummed, sniffing it before he held it towards the other. “… I’m Harrison, by the way. I probably should’ve said that first.”

“Oh!” Dusty grinned, watching him move. His cheeks pinked a little, putting his facial dappling in sharp contrast, and he took the flower sheepishly. “It -- it’s perfect, thank you...” He tucked the blossom in an edge of the basket, where it would be safe. “These woods are a wonderful place to live, I’ve been here for several years. So, uh... welcome!”

He giggled softly, his nervous energy transmitting to little movements of his hooves on the leaf litter. “I’m Dustin... but everybody calls me Dusty. It’s nice to meet you, Harrison.”