08-13-2020, 02:04 AM
Two days ago, Michael had decided to go on a little trip, for himself. He hadn't intended for it to be long, just long enough to go and see his husband, and to enjoy the other's company for a while. It wasn't unusual for him to feel lonely as of late, wanting to see Trevor ever since the other had gone to take care of things back at their original home. Things had only become urgent for him after the recent death of Sam, something that had made him realize just how little time any of them could have. Sudden circumstances could pop up at any point, and the thief didn't want to miss out on time with his husband just because he wasn't willing to make a little trip. So, after telling Roxie where he was going and getting some traveling herbs from Roan, the other had headed out, intent on being home as soon as possible. The trip there thankfully hadn't been too rough, and the time he had spent with Trevor had obviously been great, listening to the other's stories of their old home and chuckling at the other's carefree attitude. It was a true relief, especially after the rather awful events that had happened as of late. Maybe it was a little bit selfish, but it wasn't as if he had left for a week or longer, as much as he may have been tempted to.
Aside from all the other happiness that came with visiting his love, yet another positive thing had come from the visit – Michael had been able to shapeshift. Specifically, the reaver had been able to shift into a female coyote body, which was exactly what he had been looking for. He and Trevor had been speaking about having kids for quite a while, but his lack of control over his shapeshifting had made it difficult, and opportunities to adopt were harder to find than one might think. Either way, the thief had finally been able to do it, and he couldn't have been happier. It was a bit of a shock, shifting into a coyote form that was just as deep, dark black as his bobcat body, but it hardly mattered what he looked like, as long as he was healthy. After that, the rest of the trip had been spent cuddling, talking, and doing everything else that came with a visit, until eventually Michael had been forced to pull himself away, knowing that it was time to go home. One thing that he had noticed as he had prepared to go, however, was that he couldn't shift out of the coyote form. He hadn't been able to control the wave of excitement that had come over him at that, practically tackling Trevor to tell him the news. It could've been possible that it was just a quirk of using a new body, but he had been able to shift out of his snake and hamster bodies upon first discovering them, so he doubted it.
When he had eventually ended up back on Typhoon territory, Michael had immediately known he needed to make some changes. He didn't want to risk hurting any of the pups possibly developing inside of him, and that meant breaking some habits, as bad as he was at doing that. The first, and most prominent habit that would spell disaster for any potential children, was his alcoholism. He knew he couldn't drink while pregnant, and as much as it pained him to do so, he was determined. So, he the now coyote had gone searching throughout his house, grabbing every little bottle that he could find and stuffing them all into a box, before he began to drag it outside. Just the sight of it made his heart ache, knowing this would be more difficult than he thought, but it wasn't long before he was shouting, "Anyone want some booze? I'm gonna bring all of it to the tavern, but I figured I'd let people see if there was anything they wanted before I did. I can't... I can't exactly drink any of it right now." The melanistic coyote didn't explain any further, but considering the new body, slightly higher voice, and the fact that he was ditching a bunch of alcohol? It wouldn't be hard to put two and two together.
Aside from all the other happiness that came with visiting his love, yet another positive thing had come from the visit – Michael had been able to shapeshift. Specifically, the reaver had been able to shift into a female coyote body, which was exactly what he had been looking for. He and Trevor had been speaking about having kids for quite a while, but his lack of control over his shapeshifting had made it difficult, and opportunities to adopt were harder to find than one might think. Either way, the thief had finally been able to do it, and he couldn't have been happier. It was a bit of a shock, shifting into a coyote form that was just as deep, dark black as his bobcat body, but it hardly mattered what he looked like, as long as he was healthy. After that, the rest of the trip had been spent cuddling, talking, and doing everything else that came with a visit, until eventually Michael had been forced to pull himself away, knowing that it was time to go home. One thing that he had noticed as he had prepared to go, however, was that he couldn't shift out of the coyote form. He hadn't been able to control the wave of excitement that had come over him at that, practically tackling Trevor to tell him the news. It could've been possible that it was just a quirk of using a new body, but he had been able to shift out of his snake and hamster bodies upon first discovering them, so he doubted it.
When he had eventually ended up back on Typhoon territory, Michael had immediately known he needed to make some changes. He didn't want to risk hurting any of the pups possibly developing inside of him, and that meant breaking some habits, as bad as he was at doing that. The first, and most prominent habit that would spell disaster for any potential children, was his alcoholism. He knew he couldn't drink while pregnant, and as much as it pained him to do so, he was determined. So, he the now coyote had gone searching throughout his house, grabbing every little bottle that he could find and stuffing them all into a box, before he began to drag it outside. Just the sight of it made his heart ache, knowing this would be more difficult than he thought, but it wasn't long before he was shouting, "Anyone want some booze? I'm gonna bring all of it to the tavern, but I figured I'd let people see if there was anything they wanted before I did. I can't... I can't exactly drink any of it right now." The melanistic coyote didn't explain any further, but considering the new body, slightly higher voice, and the fact that he was ditching a bunch of alcohol? It wouldn't be hard to put two and two together.
MICHAEL TOWNLEY - THE TYPHOON - PENNED BY STILLY
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