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Bad Moon
It was a bad moon. Hex had been on edge, aggressive with everyone. Even Nyx. If he wasn't eating, he was in the gym. If he wasn't in the gym, he was fucking. Or thinking about it. Angry, hungry, horny like no moon prior.
The day before the moon he'd gone out to get breakfast and was eating a sausage roll reading the headlines. Super moon. Closer to the planet than usual. Fucking brilliant. At least there was a reason the wolf was unreasonable.
When the change happened, he was safely in Nyx's bed, a dirty shirt along with the nymph's pillow for him inside the enchanted cage. Other month's he'd laid down, content to sleep through the event. Tonight, though, he paced and whimpered. He lunged at the bars to get out with all his might. When he couldn't get out, the wolf thrashed around, tearing apart Hex's own pillow, then taking up Nyx's shirt in it's jaws to thrash back an forth in frustration.
The day before the moon he'd gone out to get breakfast and was eating a sausage roll reading the headlines. Super moon. Closer to the planet than usual. Fucking brilliant. At least there was a reason the wolf was unreasonable.
When the change happened, he was safely in Nyx's bed, a dirty shirt along with the nymph's pillow for him inside the enchanted cage. Other month's he'd laid down, content to sleep through the event. Tonight, though, he paced and whimpered. He lunged at the bars to get out with all his might. When he couldn't get out, the wolf thrashed around, tearing apart Hex's own pillow, then taking up Nyx's shirt in it's jaws to thrash back an forth in frustration.
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"Oh? Maybe," Nyx said, since he didn't know any better. "I'm just glad you're alright. I worry," he said honestly, downing his first drink and making another.
"You seemed sad last night, but you kept bringing me things. It was sweet."
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"You're sad," he said, as if it wasn't obvious. "You're sadder today than yesterday, even. You stink of it."
He grabbed a piece of cold pizza from the fridge, only a single sip into his own drink.
"I don't mean that bad, but if I can tell, the wolf really knows."
He took a bite of pizza, then started to giggle and had to cover his mouth to keep it in.
"You should register me as your emotional support animal," he laughed after he swallowed.