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Gladio has been synched with the full moon for over a decade, and while he feels content, he can understand his mate's restlessness. There is a whole new part of him now awakened, and it is going to take time to learn how it works.

He scoots in closer to his mate, leaning against his side. He might have even put his head in Iggy's lap and laid down, but he has a better idea.

"Bet Noct would love it. Maybe we can all come out this far together someday."

But, until then...

""Something on your mind? You look like you need a good run under the moon."

A good run under the moon-

Even as Gladio said the words, he as thinking them. His heightened senses painted the world in a new light and Ignis, even trying to find his footing as a newly made were, was thirsty for knowledge wherever he could find it. He'd wanted to know everything since he was a young child and now that he could smell and see and hear things so much clearer now, there was more to learn. More to do.

Not looking away from the dark world spread around them, he took in a slow breath as if tasting the air.

"... it's so tempting."

Gladio considers carefully. He is strong, no doubt, and Ignis is smart even caught up in his new senses. They have access to their weapons through Noctis, so if any daemons show up...

"As long as we stay in eyesight of the haven, we should be okay. You can outrun anything as a were, and I'll be by your side."

As Gladio spoke, Ignis' gaze turned toward him. The vivid green of his eyes stood out in the warm firelight and showed just how much of himself was already edging to his were side.

"And if I keep running?"

Gladio smiles, wider than normal. Teeth white and prominent in the same way Ignis' eyes shone right now. His beautiful, beautiful mate.

"Then I would have to hunt you down, wouldn't I?"

Instead of a threat, however, it seems more of an invitation, letting Ignis know he can let go to his were side. And Gladio, in the way he has learned to soothe the man, will take control.

That smile was something that used to unnerve him. Now, it sent a different kind of shiver along his nerves and a wicked smirk to his lips in answer.

Shifting the second time was easier simply because he wasn't trying to fight it out of fear. It still made his bones ache and his head swim for a few moments while he reoriented himself. Out here, the air smelled richer and the dark was something he could easily conquer, so after a quick, slim muzzled grin at his mate he trotted off, knowing that Gladio wouldn't be far behind.

Watching Ignis easily shift out of his clothes, Gladio's shirt included, makes him shiver with want. Gladio is logically aware that he wants Ignis because he considers him his mate, but this trip is also intimate in its own way, and all the new things Ignis was experiencing were changing him down to his hormones. Hopefully most of that will settle so his lover can be in a meeting without Gladio trying to tear other were's heads off for even just looking at him...

He lets the thought go for now, instead following suit to change, leaving the safety of the haven to follow Ignis. Being out here like this was nice, and he feels confident in being able to help his lover through it.

Looking at Ignis, his tail wags slightly, before a low bark escapes him and he breaks out into a run, encouraging him to follow.

The bark pulled his attention away from the sky he'd been staring up into so intently. There was a moment of hesitation before he took off after Gladio, each strike of his feet against the ground damn near silent. Even on four feet, he was quiet and quick. It took just a few moments for him to catch up to Gladio, tongue lolling in clear enjoyment of just being out and able to stretch his new legs.

Ignis looks grand running next to him like this, and Gladio can't help but feel a bust of pride at such. Hos footfalls should be heavy and thundering, bur at this pace Gladio seems to be light footed.

He keeps the haven in the corner oc his eye, when they get nearly too far shifting his direction to circle around it instead. A few times in their run Gladio can see the beginnings of emerging daemons, but the two of them are faster than them. What does interest hin are some garula tracks he find cross their path, and he slows down into a stop to sniff at them happily,

Ignis followed suit, nose to the ground with a low rumble. Everything smelled so damned good to him right then. Another quick snuffle of the tracks and his head was back up, vivid eyes peering off into the dark night. There was a quick wash of ichor from a nearby daemon, but there was no chittering or other sound and daemons were anything but quiet. Most likely a dead daemon, though, or the greasy remains of one.

Ignis had to check it out, more daring than his usual caution would push him to be. A quick chuff and he was off again, melting into the dark like a silver shadow.

Gladio continues to sniff out the tracks, tucking away the direction for when morning came. Ignis would surely enjoy learning to hunt later in his new form.

He almost misses his mate slipping away, and his head whips around to see hip slipping i to the darkness. A low noise rumbles in his throat, calling him back, but at the same time Gladio does trot off after him. He does not want to let the man go too far off this time of night, considering the daemons had free roam.

There was no sign that Ignis heard Gladio as he padded off, but once he realized that Gladio was following him, he sped up. He had no idea why, but something was driving him on into the night. Maybe it was instinct and maybe it was something as simple as making sure the daemon filth he smelled really wasn't a danger. He had no idea.

Ignis does not seem to hear him, but Gladio works to catch up to him as fast he can. With his eyes a bright amber he tracks the quickly moving silver figure ahead of him as Ignis moves faster. Gladio can feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, all of his senses zeroing in on Ignis...Waiting, just waiting for a move.

When it come, Gladio doesn't waste time breaking into a flat our run, sweeping in toward the other at a wide angle to herd him into the correct direction.

Right then, Ignis was lost in his instincts. All he knew was that something was chasing him, trying to herd him in and he didn't like it one bit. Rumbling his displeasure low in his throat, he sped up as much as he could with his still unfamiliar legs, angling himself away from Gladio as much as he could manage.

Gladio realizes Ignis is running from him, and this isn't great at all, especially so late at night. Moving faster his feet pound the dirt below him to catch up, forcing Ignis to veer back to the haven as he howls at the othee, asserting his dominance and assuring him of his presence both.

That howl earned Gladio a low snarl as he veered out again, trying to get away from the intrusive presence of his partner. In the mixed up mind of his, he saw Gladio as a domineering threat right then and he didn't want to go back. He wanted to run, and keep running until his lungs burst and his legs gave out.

How dare he keep trying to rein him in?

If Gladio got close enough, he'd see that Ignis' teeth were bared in an unhappy snarl, and any closer and those same teeth would snap at him in annoyance.

Instincts can be a dangerous thing, especially right after one hits their first change into a were. When Gladio hit his however he was still small, able to be controlled. Ignis is an adult and fast on top of that, he always has been.

But Gladio's stamina will hold out. Use to this form, use to running flat out. He doesn't bare his teeth to the other and stays just out of range, but even so keeps herding Ignis back to the blue light of the haven. Dodging the start of daemons, of sleeping animal herds, nudging Ignis to the direction he wants him but falling back as he can. After all the last thing he wants if for him to get hurt, but he has to, needs to exert his dominance over the other to secure his place with him.

To keep Ignis safe in the long run.

Openly snarling now, Ignis wheeled around, trying once again to dodge Gladio's efforts but soon enough, his paws land on the path leading up onto the Haven itself. He pelted up the gravelly path only to scrabble to a halt, his feet kicking up a small cloud of dirt around him. He was panting heavily, but that didn't detract from the way the blue lights from the Haven flickered an unholy hue in Ignis' intense stare.

The moment Gladio was back in sight and close enough, he bared those teeth again, growling a soft warning for the other to stay away.

Gladio pads up to the haven, dark brown fur with black streaked in patterns through it. His eyes are just as luminous but he remains silent, unaffected by the threat.

But he pads closer, and closer still. Deliberate steps daring his mate to lunge at him. If he does, Gladio won't hesitate to pin him down as he had before.

Verdant eyes followed each step, his head a slow swing as he watched his partner. The snarl died off into a low rumble in the back of his throat, though he never stopped showing his displeasure at Gladio's insistence. Muscles tensed up a moment later and those eyes that had been locked on Gladio flicked away just as he tried to bolt off, relying on his speed as if he knew that Gladio could still outmuscle him even in this form.

Ignis is tired and that alone does not make him quick enough. When he tries to bolt Gladio lunges, form stretching out into somethibg half man, half were that Ignis had seen the night of the full moon, and the night of his first transformation.

The extra height lets him land on Ignis and they tumble to the ground, Gladio quickly moving to pin the other to avoid shap teeth, even as he finally snarled back.

"Enough!"

He isn't a pack leader, not yet. But out here, by themselves... His authority would be hard to contest, espcially to his mate.

He tried to dodge. He really did, but Gladio had done something he hadn't expected, though really, he wasn't in much mind to really think. When Gladio downed him, he went into a tumble with a muffled yelp only to end up pinned under Gladio, face down and struggling.

The struggles stopped the moment Gladio's voice ripped through Ignis like a physical strike. All the fight bled out of him in a second and left him still under Gladio's weight, growling low in the back of his throat.

Ignis stops but is still tense under him. Gladio gets a clawed hand into the scruff of his fur and holds on, but his free hand runs through soft golden fur across his shoulders, down his back.

"Come back to me, my Iggy."

Gladio isn't going to hurt him, but he foes have to trust him. This is 't somethibg they both have ever had to deal with, the growing pains of a late blooming were- But Gladio does know how to be Ignis' rock in the storm, if nothing else.

"Come on, babe. You know I'd never hurt you."

Edited 2018-03-24 02:01 (UTC)

A few sweeps of Gladio's hand and the growling died off, but he remained tense. The adrenaline of the chase was draining away, leaving Ignis' mind wound tight while his body let itself wear out under Gladio's dominating presence. His muscles were still knotted up from his quickly aborted attempt to run and while part of him wanted to relax under Gladio's stroking hand, part of him remained on edge and just as unable to come down as he sometimes did as a human.

It is working, slowly but surely. Gladio sighed and continues to rub his fingers through his fur.

"My mate... Come on Iggy. Listen to my voice; let me calm you down."

He considers it his job to, after all. After all, he cared about and loved Ignis deeply. He releases the scruff of his neck, but is ready to grab him again if he bolts.