Clay lived the life of a forgotten, abandoned boy. He lived in the land of Erlog. The fairytale kingdom they called it. Clay was a shapeshifter. His animal was a wolf, so his mortal form has wolf ears and a tail. Only trusted ones could actually touch them.
George lived the life a poor boy. He was half bred fae, so he was mortal. His elf ears could hear well. Erlog was short of faes. His house was a cruel space, and he took every chance he got to get away from it.
Clay kept to himself. He wore a hood to hide his ears, but it was pointless because his tail still stuck out, long and proud. He never showed emotion, so it nearly always just trailed behind him.
That was, until he saved George.
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Clay was in his wolf form, walking down the sideroads (sidewalks but I call them sideroads) trying to get something out of someone.
He noticed a brunette staring at the road. He didn't care why he was there or what he was doing, he just wanted food or money.
He walked over to brunette and sat right infront of him. It took the boy a moment before noticing Clay.
His heart pounded at the adorable wolf in front of him. He knelt down and held out his hand. Clay reluctantly sniffed it. It smell...nice actually. Normally it smelt of beer or smoke when someone held out their hands for Clay.
The brunette's smelt like fresh picked berries. Clay looked up at George and tilted his head in a begging manner.
The brunette cooed and crawled closer to Clay. Clay honestly didn't mind. He didn't care about the brunette, but his wolf instincts said he was safe.
The brunette laid a hand on the edge of ear, which startled Clay, but he didn't move.
He liked the way the brunette gently scratched his ear. He didn't even notice it, but his fluffy, white tail was wagging.
Sometimes his wolf parts would do things he didn't tell it to do.
He licked the brunette's wrist, earning a surprised yelp and giggle from the boy.
"My names George," he smiled. Clay tilted his head, showing George that he understood.
George continued the scratch his ear, which made Clay somehow..calm.
Clay was enjoying the soft movement on his ear when he heard a loud voice scream something, and George jumped up.
"Bye bye little guy," he waved, smiling, then took off to where the voice was coming from.
Little guy?! Heh. Your shorter then me in my human form!
He continued to stride for the roadside, not stopping to smell anymore smoke or beer hands that where offered to him.
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It was early morning. Clay spent the night in his normal small, old pet bed in a alley he calls home.
He turned to his human form and started to walk out of the dark land he called home.
See, the thing was, he was never really in his human form, so he could barely speak. He knew how, but words couldn't escape easily.
He walked down the roadsides for a while. People passed by him, but gave him no attention, which he was happy for.
He was thinking about the boy from the night before. George his name was. The way he petted Clay's ears felt so calming to the lonely wolf.
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