Dream, or reality, he's lost... Or, maybe he was meant eventually to discover the darkness...
"Which rifles are the best? I wanna use it for long range, something that put in a bit of heavy fire, but also for if I wanna keep far away from the enemy..." He felt the pistols and their weight. He checked the magazine too. Clean and oiled.
She nods, glancing over and gesturing to a rifle rack on the wall behind her. "Bolt, pump, lever, semi, all my rifles are up for grabs. Which one you want?" All while she steps into the back room for a second, coming back with a second identical revolver.
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Spyro continued to walk through the forest, panting, feeling the growing difficulty in trying to keep himself steady and composed. The darkness exuded from him in thick waves, filling the general around in the unseen but clearly felt miasma. The voice in his head continued to whisper, lulling him
His eyes wander to the shade, searching for the apex. He wasn't particularly threatened but he wasn't foolish enough to allow himself to stay fully relaxed. He could tell the presence was more than a seasoned soul...
ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ೃ࿔❀࿔˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ೃ࿔❀˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ॱ˙ೃ❀࿔˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ೃ࿔❀˙ॱᐧ.˳˳.⋅ೃ࿔ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ᵀᴱᴹᴾ ᴾᴵᴺᴺᴱᴰ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛ 𝓝𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝒚𝒐𝒖.~♡ ❜ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ SHAPESHIFTER ㅤ 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐎 ㅤ
He'd feel the encroaching darkness, somewhere deep in the forest which had now made its way through the boughs, leaking out. Maybe to the typical layfur, they wouldn't feel it...yet But the darkness would permeate, making for quite the danger... All from one dragon...
He's sitting on the edge of a some roots off a tree, catching the shade. Particularly hot, here, of all places... he leans back against the trunk, sighing with a huff of uncharacteristic annoyance. Why did it send him here, he wondered...
"Sure thing baby..." he smiled, face red. the moment was shattered when Kare returned with the gun. He swapped quickly back to his usual mood, but now with a more bubbly tone. "Oh sweet. Can I test it on a target? Might need dual pistols and a rifle if possible," Spyro remarked with approval.
“Well you gotta settle that with Kare. I’ll catch up with you later I gotta get back to work and pack my stuff.” She pulled away, slowly. While Kare comes out from the back room holding a revolver. ‘Got the gun for ya, S&W model 684 in .44 mag. I included some iron grips to conduct that magic.’
He held her close, hugging tight as if letting her go would mean he'd lose her a second time. "I....do need help with fighting some dark enemies. Could really use your help..." he admitted as well, "so I'll still need the guns for sure~" He smiled.
“You ain’t gonna make it right all straight away, it’ll take time. We live together, you get that chance.” She smiled at him, letting him process and think as much as he needed.
"Even after everything? After what I did?... Ancestors...." He couldn't say it, it hurt to say it, even think it. To think he'd swore to protect her, and yet he was the one that made her leave in a rage, crying. The guilt felt unbearable. "I need to make things right by us...I promise, Cyn..."
“Well I mean, if you’ll have me I’ll move in. I’ve been staying with Kare since I got hired.” She perked up, looking up at him hopefully while resting her head on his chest.
"I thought the darkness could be beat. But I feel it inside me, Cynder...it's becoming stronger. I...I can't face it on my own, not anymore, Cyn..." He said as he nuzzled her, relishing in the affection that he had been starved off since her departure. Oh Ancestors on high, he missed her so.
“Hun. For admitting you’re wrong, and doing all this makes you strong.” She slowly steps out from the doorframe, headed to the counter and coming out from behind it as she walks up to him. She grabs him, dragging him into a hug.
"I...was an asshole when I said those things...I thought I could do it on my own...but...Ancestors, fuck, I...I need you Cynder...I miss you...and I hate myself for what I did to make you leave..." He said as he looked down. "I thought I was better than this....that I was stronger..." He sighed.
As all of that is going on, Kare is in the back… in reality she’d been discussing this exact situation with Cyn since she was hired. So what seemed like her hunting for a gun in back, was mostly her playing on her phone while they talked.
In an instant, he felt a maelstrom of emotions rush about inside of him. the unpleasant memories, the regrets, they joined in, and it made him stare back, unsure how to respond. Pursing his lips, he made a spontaneous decision. Rip it. Patch it out. Fuck "Cynder...can we....for a while..." (+)
- of those new .44s… wait spyro is that you?’ Cynder locks eyes with him, while Kare nods and heads into the back for a moment to give them a chance to catch up.
"S-sure. Well, I was considering...uhhh...pistols, strong ones, elemental bullets. Can you do spontaneous element infusion? Like...say I channel my ice magic into the pistol, can it instantly shoot ice-infused bullets, and then easily help me swap to say...lightning or earth?" As he talked (+)
- from the back room. It’s extremely familiar, and now he’s stuck in a store with two beautiful dragons.
"If you won't tell on me, then....-yeah you're welcomed here..." He remarked softly. "What magic artefacts do you look for anyway? Books? amulets? Crystal shards?"
"If my presence is welcome...or you got any magical artifacts..."
Ha can't hide that her outfit catches his attention. "Ahh...y-yes, is this the Gunsmith Dragon? Firearms specialist?" he asked sheepishly. "I'm looking for custom builds, elemental magic infusion..." Spyro remarked with a blush.
He’s come to the right place! Her store is off the main road, she can’t blame him for not being able to find it. If he just takes a right from roughly where he is, down the road a way, and wanders in she can help him.
"So... What else are you gonna do... You gonna fly into my penthouse?"
"Not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you?"
He needs to find @karest8.bsky.social for some weapons purchasing. Dragon magic and firearms could be a fine deadly combo for the apes he's been dealing with.
"So...you're peeking on people?" He gulped, face turning bright red. He wondered what else they might have seen.
"Against what you may think, other people get bored as well..."
"So you're floating to peek at what I'm doing on my balcony?!" He was red-faced at being caught. He couldn't admit that he enjoyed the breezy feeling and thrill of walking about in his underwear.
"Via floating? But I alternatively could just grow until its on eye level. But that would waste my once-per-day spell and probably cause some destruction."
"How are you seeing me anyway?This is a penthouse!" Spyro did his best to avoid getting flustered. But his bulge was clearly stiffening as he spoke.
"Yeah, and if you don't want that, why have a balcony to begin with?" What a weirdo.
"Good training sesh, eh? I saw you had good form [READER], keep that up and you'll be a fine warrior. Let's finish it off with a nice shower~"
He realized, now he's getting away as fast as he can
If someone wondered how perverted the racc baller is, sometimes he just hikes bottomless hoping someone would find him like this. This was one of those times. The smell is intoxicating, luring people like a moth to a flame~
He's busy doing personal training, and prefers to dress down to avoid sweating too much in his clothes. No one knows. No one's awake at this time of morning.