The Dragon and the Fox (Vixy + Myrria)

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Upon being evicted along side Cricket and 2-BIT, Vixy attempted to make the best of their situation. She stayed out of everyone's hair and avoided socialization to prevent the blame more directly falling upon her. It... still kind of was really her fault, though. If she hadn't been around, Cricket wouldn't have provoked Madman further and resulted in the outburst that had resulted in their loss of housing-- and, for the couple, employment.

That wasn't to imply that they actually received money, of course, and Vixy presumed that their work for the mad Madman had been purely for whatever goals they'd shared... which seemed of the nefarious variety, considering the provided evidence.

Due to the nature of their exile, Cricket had brought the group to the tower she'd occupied previously. A few questions resulted in Vi picking up some tidbits here and there by way of background knowledge, though she still remained largely confused as to the building they presently inhabited. At one point, it had apparently been a normal tower that had collapsed as something escaped from underneath of it, but it'd been raised again by a mysterious individual that the vampire refused to name.

As such, the fennec's enormous ears twitched as she neared one of the entrances. According to the red-haired lady, no one could actually approach the tower unless they were welcomed to do so because of the new magics enforced upon it. Likewise, it was kept clean and tidy through the same means. Pondering this and little else, her big blue eyes peered out of a nearby window as she made her way to the door. She'd step out for just a minute or two... She wanted fresh air, that's all.

[Mal]

A slim star-flecked shadow seemed to detach itself from the indigo night sky and descended towards the tower that loomed just at the city's edge. There was no sound of wing beats, indicating to any who noticed that the creature was merely gliding; for the sake of stealth.

The dragon had become aware that others, specifically a couple, had moved into the tower. Their minds were as open as the rest of the city's sheep and she had pulled from them small bits and pieces; most of it trivial and uninteresting. But they did seem to know Cricket, and it was because of that fact that she'd permitted them to stay in her new home.

The differences in their sleep schedules let Myrria keep herself carefully hidden, her presence undetected every night that she'd left the tower to feed. This night was no different.

The witch came in for a silent landing, as usual, but in her passing she'd caught the vague shape of something exiting the building. Was it one of them? Myrria cursed softly as she landed and turned to face the direction she had come, waiting to see if they would follow. There was a chance they didn't notice her, but she wasn't about to believe it.

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Vixy glanced about outside, inhaling the chilled air sharply as her gaze wandered the skies. Had she been looking elsewhere, she wouldn't have seen the dragon-- or heard her, despite her enormous ears. As the creature landed, Vi debated disappearing back into the building and finding Cricket or 2-BIT to fret about the beast without, but instead stood frozen in place.

As Myrria turned, Vixy's gaze caught the movement and she stumbled along toward the creature. She couldn't tell Cricket, now that she thought about it. The vampire was pregnant with a baby. Vixy understood vaguely that time-travel was involved and that 2-BIT had once been a human, but little else. It simply didn't seem to be something she should stick her nose into (though she was very curious).

Still, she could've told 2-BIT and the belated realization of this hit her as she passed well out of immediate reach of the doorway and into the courtyard, recklessly approaching the visitor. Some part of her felt fear, yes, but the rest was bound and determined to shoo the creature away.

This was their tower; their domicile. It was all they had in their exile and Vixy wasn't about to let them lose it at her doing again. As such, she called out as loudly as she could, "Git, you; shoo!"

All seriousness aside, it would probably be enormously comical to see the tiny fennec girl shooing a dragon and waving her arms about, but Vixy had no idle thoughts for such repercussions of her approach. She was all business.

[Mal]

Myrria waited as the fox turned to her, tensing as she waited for her to scream and flee. Any of the other creatures in the city were always bound to do that in the presence of a monster, but, she didn't receive such a reaction. Instead, the girl did something that was surprising: she walked right up to her and waved her arms, telling her to shoo as though she was a hungry animal that had wandered up.

A soft chuckle escaped the witch as she bent down and stared the little fennec down. "What do you think you're doing? This is my home, after all." A smile flickered across Myrria's face as she eyed the smaller female, expecting her to show surprise, or even shock, that she'd spoken. "I only permitted you and yours to live here because I have gained a certain someone as a friend."

The dragon rose and slithered around the fennec when she spoke, crouching before the front door after a moment of considering something, her midnight eyes flicking towards the other female and looking thoughtful. She wasn't too keen on letting her follow her into the hidden entrance to the rooms beneath the tower, which meant she'd be forced to stay and talk until her new friend grew bored or tired and went to bed.

Myrria closed her eyes in silent exasperation and murmured a spell, the one that would make her a two legged. She only ever used it now to get in and out of the building, since the doors weren't dragon-sized. After the change and a moment of disorientation from the shift between two different bodies, she turned towards the stranger with a small smirk. "So, what's your name, dear?"