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So you can thank for the creation of these two, since some of their recent stories along with "Random Magic Character" pdf setup a friend threw at me a little over a week back. So when I rolled the RNG for it, I got a guy with time magic and a monster girl companion whose motivation was gluttony, with the oddball power of being able to summon, of course, food. And so now I've got Lucian and Holly.

CRACK.

A single shot rang out in the crisp fall air, the clay pigeon shattering to bits as Lucian readied another. Having the weekend off working nicely for him. He'd wanted to work on his shooting for a while, but the last months had seemed determined to stop him at every turn. It couldn't keep up eventually, and so there he was, getting a good feel for his choice of home defense. The sun glinted through the trees ahead of him, making him wince a bit, and consider that he'd have to stop for the day soon. It would do him no good to keep trying to hit a moving target after sundown, when visibility all but vanished. With another step on the releasing mechanism for the pigeons, Lucian quickly took aim, tracing the path that it flew, before jumping ahead to fire at a moment's notice. Almost the instant he pulled the trigger, there was another burst of light from around the trees, making Lucian flinch.

"Shit." He muttered, setting the weapon to safe before holstering it. He hadn't seen whether he'd struck the last pigeon or not, and he had no intention of wasting one if he knew about where they landed. And so off he strode, his long legs taking him quickly to where the sun had interfered with him again.

There shouldn't have been blood there. Pale, slitted green eyes met his own ocean blue gaze, but there wasn't any accusation in the look. Only hapless confusion as what Lucian could only think of as a paw stopped applying pressure, the last action of its owner grasping Lucian's tanned hand as if begging silently for help. There was no feeling that Lucian could begin to contemplate at the moment aside from pure, unadulterated fear. He scrambled back, losing his footing and still trying to put space between him and the dying girl before he found purchase again, and then turned and ran. What felt to Lucian like an ominous wind whipped against his short cropped dark hair, trying to slow him down even as he looked back as though afraid that the seemingly dead girl would get up and pursue him.

Adrenaline and fear finally seemed to fail Lucian as he set foot in his house, his legs unable to keep him upright after having run almost the entire mile between home and where the girl had died. His breathing was ragged, the air itself had seemed to drop to arctic temperatures to stop him, but he had kept going. There was no good measure of time for how long Lucian just sat there on his knees in the entryway. When he finally found motive to stand back up, the motion seemed almost lifeless, like the encounter had taken his very soul. His first stop was the bathroom. Not because of how sick to his stomach he was. The blood on the hand the girl had taken needed washing off. Despite his typical narcissism, Lucian couldn't bring himself to look in the mirror, for fear of what he might see there. For once in his life, he was in no mood to admire his tall, lean form, to enjoy the almost rogue-like handsome looks he'd been blessed with. No, he'd likely never be able to enjoy the sight of himself ever again, knowing what he'd done.

-
Lucian awoke with a start. He'd had a nightmare, and breathed a sigh of relief at finding himself back in the waking world. He had dreamed that, to his own horror, he'd killed a girl who looked only a few years younger than him, at most. She hadn't seemed angry or spiteful of him, but he was shocked and terrified all the same. A sigh of relief escaped him as he chalked it all up to just a bad dream, something that he could never do in a million years. With his heart a little more at ease in spite of the lucid nightmare, he stepped out of his room in his unbuttoned shirt and thin fleece pajama pants. Breakfast was an appealing idea, even though he'd slept in until nearly noon. His thoughts still drifted back to the nightmare, trying to make sense of it. Most of it was fairly plain, the only particularly outstanding part was the girl. Perhaps it was some kind of premonition, that he shouldn't go to his range today, like he'd been planning ever since he knew he'd have the weekend off. If he wasn't going to do that, though, he was going to at least get groceries. Pale green utility pants replaced his pajamas, his shirt, once buttoned up, sufficient for going out.

"You seem awfully calm after yesterday."

A voice stopped Lucian as he stepped into the living room. He would've stopped anyway when he noticed the girl sitting on his couch. Not the girl from his nightmare. This one was tall, unassuming in physical build, and perhaps most notably, the ears on her head weren't those of a cat. They were those of a wolf. Dark russet ears blended into her hair almost flawlessly, save for the cream coloring within them. But it wasn't the girl that really froze Lucian. In front of her, she held the jacket he'd been wearing in his nightmare. He could see the blood on the left sleeve. The collected demeanor he'd developed from convincing himself it hadn't happened shattered.

"No. I-I didn't-" Lucian's voice cracked a little as he stumbled back to support himself against the wall. His throat had gone dry, and he felt legitimately sick at the prospect of his nightmare being real.

"As the one who took my prey from me," The wolf hardly seemed phased by his sudden distress. She got up from the couch, leaving the jacket behind. Fur colored like her hair cascaded down her legs neatly as she stepped towards him on feet akin to paws. Similar in appearance were her arms as she took Lucian's chin with one hand, tilting his face up to look her in her hazy purple eyes, "You get to take her place."

"I didn't mean to..." Lucian's could do little more than whisper hoarsely in response. And then the wolf girl started looking taller to him. Where before there was maybe a couple inches of difference in height, Lucian found himself half a foot shorter. Thin lines of silver crept into his view, which he tried to shake away, but they always came back to rest in the same spot. His ears started to feel wrong, like they were being moved on his very skin. He could feel his hands and feet begin to deform, but by the time he managed to tear his miserable stare away from the grinning wolf, they were already growing a layer of plush, silky pale fur over them. A small rip from his pants puzzled him before he was distracted by an entirely alien feeling of something smacking against the wall behind him, which he found to be a slender tail that shouldn't have been there.

"Stop i-it, please." A barely intelligible mumble escaped Lucian, his eyes watering as he took in his new body.

"Don't fret, prey." One of the wolf's paws scratched him gently behind his new cat ears as her smile softened to something that could've been seen as more friendly. "You could be in far worse hands than mine. My only rule is that my pets be a nice, healthy weight."

Lucian's shirt drew taut across his middle, and his pants tight around his hips as they filled out. Without time to react properly, clumsy paws tried to undo buttons, only to fail as the entirety of Lucian's now darker, more cocoa colored belly popped free from his shirt. That final embarrassment was the last straw from him.

"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" Tears all but streamed from his pink eyes, but everything did indeed stop. There was no resistance from the one accosting him as he wrenched himself free. She didn't even move as Lucian clumsily stumbled towards the door, not even taking a moment to close it once he was through. Everything was quiet. No birds sang from the trees. No insects hummed their idle tunes. Even the breeze held its breath. And Lucian ran. He ran as far and as fast as he could, having nothing to stop for, save for when he finally could carry himself no further. Perhaps by some twisted kind of joke, he fell to the ground where the blood still lay pooled on the ground. The body was gone, but Lucian couldn't care. All he could do was curl up on the ground, and cry. To wallow in the guilt washing over him. Even as the sunlight regained its warmth and a cool breeze rustled through his wavy pale hair, he could only tremble in personal anguish.

"There, there." Warm arms wrapped around Lucian. Not with malice, or predatory intent, but a simple hug meant to comfort. A far cry from the insinuations the wolf had been making before. "You're safe with me, little one."

Description
So you can thank for the creation of these two, since some of their recent stories along with "Random Magic Character" pdf setup a friend threw at me a little over a week back. So when I rolled the RNG for it, I got a guy with time magic and a monster girl companion whose motivation was gluttony, with the oddball power of being able to summon, of course, food. And so now I've got Lucian and Holly.

CRACK.

A single shot rang out in the crisp fall air, the clay pigeon shattering to bits as Lucian readied another. Having the weekend off working nicely for him. He'd wanted to work on his shooting for a while, but the last months had seemed determined to stop him at every turn. It couldn't keep up eventually, and so there he was, getting a good feel for his choice of home defense. The sun glinted through the trees ahead of him, making him wince a bit, and consider that he'd have to stop for the day soon. It would do him no good to keep trying to hit a moving target after sundown, when visibility all but vanished. With another step on the releasing mechanism for the pigeons, Lucian quickly took aim, tracing the path that it flew, before jumping ahead to fire at a moment's notice. Almost the instant he pulled the trigger, there was another burst of light from around the trees, making Lucian flinch.

"Shit." He muttered, setting the weapon to safe before holstering it. He hadn't seen whether he'd struck the last pigeon or not, and he had no intention of wasting one if he knew about where they landed. And so off he strode, his long legs taking him quickly to where the sun had interfered with him again.

There shouldn't have been blood there. Pale, slitted green eyes met his own ocean blue gaze, but there wasn't any accusation in the look. Only hapless confusion as what Lucian could only think of as a paw stopped applying pressure, the last action of its owner grasping Lucian's tanned hand as if begging silently for help. There was no feeling that Lucian could begin to contemplate at the moment aside from pure, unadulterated fear. He scrambled back, losing his footing and still trying to put space between him and the dying girl before he found purchase again, and then turned and ran. What felt to Lucian like an ominous wind whipped against his short cropped dark hair, trying to slow him down even as he looked back as though afraid that the seemingly dead girl would get up and pursue him.

Adrenaline and fear finally seemed to fail Lucian as he set foot in his house, his legs unable to keep him upright after having run almost the entire mile between home and where the girl had died. His breathing was ragged, the air itself had seemed to drop to arctic temperatures to stop him, but he had kept going. There was no good measure of time for how long Lucian just sat there on his knees in the entryway. When he finally found motive to stand back up, the motion seemed almost lifeless, like the encounter had taken his very soul. His first stop was the bathroom. Not because of how sick to his stomach he was. The blood on the hand the girl had taken needed washing off. Despite his typical narcissism, Lucian couldn't bring himself to look in the mirror, for fear of what he might see there. For once in his life, he was in no mood to admire his tall, lean form, to enjoy the almost rogue-like handsome looks he'd been blessed with. No, he'd likely never be able to enjoy the sight of himself ever again, knowing what he'd done.

-
Lucian awoke with a start. He'd had a nightmare, and breathed a sigh of relief at finding himself back in the waking world. He had dreamed that, to his own horror, he'd killed a girl who looked only a few years younger than him, at most. She hadn't seemed angry or spiteful of him, but he was shocked and terrified all the same. A sigh of relief escaped him as he chalked it all up to just a bad dream, something that he could never do in a million years. With his heart a little more at ease in spite of the lucid nightmare, he stepped out of his room in his unbuttoned shirt and thin fleece pajama pants. Breakfast was an appealing idea, even though he'd slept in until nearly noon. His thoughts still drifted back to the nightmare, trying to make sense of it. Most of it was fairly plain, the only particularly outstanding part was the girl. Perhaps it was some kind of premonition, that he shouldn't go to his range today, like he'd been planning ever since he knew he'd have the weekend off. If he wasn't going to do that, though, he was going to at least get groceries. Pale green utility pants replaced his pajamas, his shirt, once buttoned up, sufficient for going out.

"You seem awfully calm after yesterday."

A voice stopped Lucian as he stepped into the living room. He would've stopped anyway when he noticed the girl sitting on his couch. Not the girl from his nightmare. This one was tall, unassuming in physical build, and perhaps most notably, the ears on her head weren't those of a cat. They were those of a wolf. Dark russet ears blended into her hair almost flawlessly, save for the cream coloring within them. But it wasn't the girl that really froze Lucian. In front of her, she held the jacket he'd been wearing in his nightmare. He could see the blood on the left sleeve. The collected demeanor he'd developed from convincing himself it hadn't happened shattered.

"No. I-I didn't-" Lucian's voice cracked a little as he stumbled back to support himself against the wall. His throat had gone dry, and he felt legitimately sick at the prospect of his nightmare being real.

"As the one who took my prey from me," The wolf hardly seemed phased by his sudden distress. She got up from the couch, leaving the jacket behind. Fur colored like her hair cascaded down her legs neatly as she stepped towards him on feet akin to paws. Similar in appearance were her arms as she took Lucian's chin with one hand, tilting his face up to look her in her hazy purple eyes, "You get to take her place."

"I didn't mean to..." Lucian's could do little more than whisper hoarsely in response. And then the wolf girl started looking taller to him. Where before there was maybe a couple inches of difference in height, Lucian found himself half a foot shorter. Thin lines of silver crept into his view, which he tried to shake away, but they always came back to rest in the same spot. His ears started to feel wrong, like they were being moved on his very skin. He could feel his hands and feet begin to deform, but by the time he managed to tear his miserable stare away from the grinning wolf, they were already growing a layer of plush, silky pale fur over them. A small rip from his pants puzzled him before he was distracted by an entirely alien feeling of something smacking against the wall behind him, which he found to be a slender tail that shouldn't have been there.

"Stop i-it, please." A barely intelligible mumble escaped Lucian, his eyes watering as he took in his new body.

"Don't fret, prey." One of the wolf's paws scratched him gently behind his new cat ears as her smile softened to something that could've been seen as more friendly. "You could be in far worse hands than mine. My only rule is that my pets be a nice, healthy weight."

Lucian's shirt drew taut across his middle, and his pants tight around his hips as they filled out. Without time to react properly, clumsy paws tried to undo buttons, only to fail as the entirety of Lucian's now darker, more cocoa colored belly popped free from his shirt. That final embarrassment was the last straw from him.

"STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!" Tears all but streamed from his pink eyes, but everything did indeed stop. There was no resistance from the one accosting him as he wrenched himself free. She didn't even move as Lucian clumsily stumbled towards the door, not even taking a moment to close it once he was through. Everything was quiet. No birds sang from the trees. No insects hummed their idle tunes. Even the breeze held its breath. And Lucian ran. He ran as far and as fast as he could, having nothing to stop for, save for when he finally could carry himself no further. Perhaps by some twisted kind of joke, he fell to the ground where the blood still lay pooled on the ground. The body was gone, but Lucian couldn't care. All he could do was curl up on the ground, and cry. To wallow in the guilt washing over him. Even as the sunlight regained its warmth and a cool breeze rustled through his wavy pale hair, he could only tremble in personal anguish.

"There, there." Warm arms wrapped around Lucian. Not with malice, or predatory intent, but a simple hug meant to comfort. A far cry from the insinuations the wolf had been making before. "You're safe with me, little one."