FAMILIARITY | Multi-Return

[michael t.]

LIKE THE MOON SAYS TO THE DARK — A roar tore violently through the formerly still air above Michael's home, causing the bobcat to jump and his entire body to tense up considerably. The reaver had been trying to relax, somewhat worn out and worn down by recent events. As exciting as his engagement to Trevor had been, it had also carried with it a great deal of sadness, and the realization that he wouldn't be able to see the coyote nearly as often. That sadness had been slightly cut by the realization that Trevor had given him fleas of all things, but even that wasn't enough to leave him angry for long, and after several nice warm baths, the bobcat had found himself just collapsing onto the couch within his hut. His head had been resting lazily on the pillows, mismatched blue gaze focused downwards as he mulled over recent events, including his own engagement, Goldie and Sam's wedding, and Goldie's injuries. The male had found himself wincing as he internally scolded himself for relaxing, knowing he should've been out helping Roxie with her temporary stint as leader. The thief had begun to get up, only for the heavy flapping of wings and the cacophony of roars and shrieks for above to cause him to jump, falling forward and nearly colliding his muzzle with the floor.

Feeling significantly less guilty and significantly more annoyed afterwards, Michael pushed himself to his paws, shoving his way out the front door of his home. He had half a mind to go and tell whoever had scared the ever loving shit out of him that they were an asshole, but any potential threats or scolding died in his throat when he saw Lucifer. Lucifer and the three strange creatures accompanying him. The fugitive sort of just wanted to turn tail and head back inside, avoiding the situation entirely, but he forced himself forward upon spotting Roxanne. His sister seemed to know the terrifying dragon beast that now rested on top of their sands, but he still figured she could use some help, especially considering the massive size difference between she and the newcomers. Not that he was any better off, considering he was only barely larger than Roxie in her current form, but it made him feel better to think that maybe he could protect her. After all, the way that Ament was looking at her hardly put him at ease – although the creature soon became distracted by the presence of Jaime, which was both a relief and a horror. Even though Jaime didn't seem to be in any danger, Michael still found himself hissing out softly as he approached, "Jaime, careful."

With his chest tight and his head slightly spinning from his earlier tumble, the reaver made his way up beside Roxie, brushing his fur against the temporary captain's in a wordless greeting. He caught the end half of her brief statement on Goldie's absence, a sigh leaving him when he heard the sadness in her voice. It was natural to be upset after what had happened, obviously, but he wished there could be less worry burning the air – at least Roan was around to keep an eye on the temporary MIA leader. Pressing his side more firmly into Roxie's to remind her that he was here for her – both literally and figuratively – the bobcat then turned his gaze up to Lucifer, his throat becoming remarkably dry. After a long moment of thought, with his gaze darting between the four much larger creatures before him, he eventually spoke, "I, uh... hey. I guess Rox knows you, huh? That already makes me like you a little." He cracked a nervous smile, painfully aware of how even with his earth elementals, he could be killed in an instant by present company, "I'm Michael. Michael Townley. I'm a reaver around here, so if you and your... friends need anything, I can help out." — WE WILL NEVER BE APART