Feral Pleasures

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Xander, making good on what he posted to twitly, stood outside of Tamzen and Arsling’s suite.  He hid something behind his back with one hand, and gave the door a few quick knocks with the other.  “Hey, Arsling, you in there?  It’s Xander, I’m here to keep you from stabbing more cans!”

After a few seconds the door swung open and Arsling stood there holding mighty Brid covered in fizz. “Why? They were traitors to King Botato.” Arsling smirks having built up a sweat from her violent execution of Irn Bru and Coca Cola.

Xander fought the urge to laugh at the sight of her, maintaining a slightly serious attitude.  “Whilst I’m sure they indeed deserved their fates, perhaps hacking up soda cans isn’t the *best* method of dealing with your issues?”  He paused for a second, then finally let a grin slide past his facade.  “Though I am proud of you for defending King Botato’s honor in my stead.  Can I come in?”

“Eh yeah...Tamzens at the studio by the way.” Arsling lets her snake friend in. Surprisingly the place wasn’t a wreck Arsling had been careful with her violence, making sure to not get fizz all over the carpet or walls, but the wooden table didn’t look good. Arsling slumped onto the futon, blade clattering to the floor.

“I know she’s out, but I came by to see you.”  Xander carefully sat on the futon next to her.  “We haven’t had the chance to really talk since…” Xander rubbed his back awkwardly, almost as though he felt his new scar again.  “Well, since you know.  So, if you want to, how about you tell me what’s on your mind.”

“Well right now it's that I can smell you...you smell lovely by the way, nice deodorant but its also last night...i went out with Didi and some of the pack, i met the Pack mother and...i enjoyed it and its been freaking me out all day, i went to watch a crappy movie to relax then gene showed up and everything was awkward, then after that i bumped into Elliot Quist and *they **know*** i'm a werewolf, they saw the sunglasses and the scar and they poked at me about it and they know!” Arsling said all this in a panicked rant before mumbling “and then lavish flirted with me enough to get me worked up and then blew me off.”

Xander raised his eyebrows high, and sunk back into the futon, hand still behind his back.  “Wow, yeah that *is* a lot of shit going on…”  He let all the information sink into his brain, then he heaved a sigh.  “Well, first off I’m no expert in werewolves, but the Pack Mother thing is probably yet another side effect of being one.  She’s the leader, so you’d have natural instincts to like and respect her.”

Xander shifted, his expression souring.  “As for Quist, the more I learn the less I like.  After hearing that I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re one of…” he paused looking to Arsling “Well one of *us*, or they’re in league with whoever’s been messing with us.  Either way they give me bad vibes, so if they know then you shouldn’t go anywhere alone for a while, just to be on the safe side.”

Xander relaxed a bit, “As for Lavish and Gene, I honestly have no idea who they are, but that’s a super dick move on Lavish’s part.  If you’re still well,” Xander awkwardly kicked out his foot, “Let's go with restless... we could always find someone you could blow off steam with.  In my experience horny people at this campus are a dime a dozen.”  Xander, realizing what he was suggesting, blushed and started waving his hands around furiously.  “Though if you’re not into that sort of thing we could also go drinking, or we could go work out, or I could teach you some techniques to use Mighty Brid with!  All of those could also help with steam issues and not involve can destruction!”

“Well i don’t exactly wanna go looking for someone to ‘dance’ with and if i get drunk that might end up happening anyway, i don’t think i need to work out if i'm honest, i woke up this morning with a six pack, i’d be willing to spar with you, ill be honest i'm pretty sure my mam taught me everything i needed to know”

“Alright, let’s pull all of those suggestions off the table.”  Xander made a motion as if he was yanking a tablecloth off an imaginary table.  “Right now, in this moment, what does Arsling Broganson need, and what does she want to do?”

Arsling thinks for a few seconds before smirking like a gremlin “Arsling Broganson wants to smash shit up without anyone getting hurt” Arsling smirks a toothy grin, her fangs seem longer than they used to be probably a more subtle part of her transformation

“Well then, let’s go find some shit to safely smash!”  Xander jolts up from the futon, and then feels the arm behind his back again.  “Oh, and before I forget.  I uh, got something for you.  It’s not a weapon this time so yknow, don’t be too disappointed.”  He gives a half laugh as he brings the arm from behind his back.  In his hand he holds a pint glass, half the glass is covered in the Irish flag, the other half has a photo of Arsling, Tamzen, and Xander laughing.  The base of the glass features a photo of Botato staring up from the bottom.  He hands her the glass sheepishly, “I had it made a few days ago… it just got in so I thought yknow, while I was here…”

Arsling stares at the glass in her hands and puts it down on the side table before jolting up herself. “Come here you big sappy reptile!" Arsling wraps her arms around Xander tightly hugging him, she'd be crushing him if she held even a little bit tighter.

“Gah!  Well you’ve certainly gotten stronger that’s for sure.”  Xander returns the hug as tightly as he can.  “I just wanted to remind you, no matter what happens or has happened, that you’re still you.  You’re still the Arsling I went drinking with on St. Patty’s Day, you’re still the Arsling I met beating down the captain of the football team with a pencil,” Xander gives a slight sniffle as his eyes get a bit watery, “But most of all you’re still the Arsling that’s my friend, and that’s not changing any time soon, fur or no fur.”

Arsling smiles her eyes also wet, “Yeah... thanks, let's go destroy shit." Arsling says slipping on her sunglasses and grabbing her scarf wrapping it around neck hiding her scar, she lifts up mighty Brid before grabbing its scabbard and attaching it to her belt.

“Hell yeah!”  Xander playfully bears his fangs for a second, letting the scales come out on his fists, and punching the air.  “So, any preference for what we’ll safely be smashing?  Any inanimate objects getting on your nerves as of late?”

"Hmm their's this abandoned warehouse near the beach, don't think anyone will notice some broken crates or windows." Arsling grins making sure mighty Brid is hooked tightly.

Xander twirls his car keys around his finger, a grin on his face.  “Well then, how about we go cause some good old fashioned property damage?”

—At the Warehouse—

Arsling walks by where she was parked with Burgundy two weeks ago, she had cooled down somewhat during the drive but her memories instantly heat her back up, with a slash threw a chain and a kick the doors swing open to this rundown warehouse revealing crates of abandoned merchandise and a old forklift just waiting to be killed.

Xander, who outwardly had made peace with what had happened over the past week, inwardly still felt a fire burning.  As he followed Arsling in, he took a second to look around the place quickly.  Then he focused his attention on a mirror sitting propped up near the entrance.  It hadn’t been damaged, in spite of the place being abandoned.  He gave a wicked grin, let his scales loose on his arms, and threw the hardest punch he could manage straight into the center of the mirror.  It shattered instantly, glass shards falling around his fist, and he gave a delighted hiss.  “Let’sss get thisss party sstarted.”

Arsling cracked her fists not taking her wolf form but exciting her inner beast, only helped by the nearness of the full moon "hell yeah" Arsling runs straight ahead dropkicking threw a wooden crate and then cutting threw the top before bursting out like a jack in a box her sunglasses dangling off her face eyes bright gold and filled with excitement

Following Arsling’s lead Xander shoulder tackled another crate, bashing straight through the old wood.  Emerging on the other side, he turned and began pummeling it with his fists.  Every punch resulting in splintered wood and debris sent flying.  His normally cold blue eyes now dancing with fire and intensity.  With a grunt he leapt off the ground and kicked the remains of the crate full force, causing it to finally completely collapse in on itself.

Arsling throws the lid off one revealing lots of folded up bed mattresses, Arsling takes a mannequin and throws it atop the crate with mattresses before scrambling up a large stack of crates before diving atop the mannequin, destroying the mannequin and the crate, Arsling rolling down onto the concrete before standing and shouting "WOOOOO FUCK YEAH!" She kicks the mannequins head threw the nearest window shattering it.

“OH HELL YES!  FUCKING GET IT GIRL!”  Xander busts open a crate to find it full of CDs and DVDs, and they proceed to cascade down in front of him.  He wastes no time in jumping on top of the pile, the sounds of plastic snapping and cracking beneath his feet echoing through the building.  Xander, while he’s stomping and crunching, begins picking some up and throwing them as hard as he can throughout the warehouse.  As they hit the walls they all shatter and break on impact.  Before too long he’s left standing in a pile of plastic shards and looking around frenziedly, gauging what to destroy next.

Arsling climbs another pile of crates before smashing some open and jumping again but this time into an empty crate, smashing threw Arsling raises out of the wreckage bleeding from her brow, the second the moonlight casts on it the bleed and blood disappears no mark or anything "hay Xander throw that mannequin" Arsling twirls Mighty brid in her hand.

He nods, rushing to the mannequin.  He grabs hold of it, lifts it off the ground, and with a spin hurls it as hard as he can at Arsling.  “Batter up!”

Arsling cleaves the mannequin in half both halves clattering to her side she musters up her best Marvel Vs. Capcom Deadpool impression "AND IT'S A HOME RUN!"

Xander puts on his best fake announcer voice.  “My god folks I don’t believe what I’m seeing, it’s clean out of the park!”  He laughs, walking over and kicking one the mannequin halves.  “Or should I say…”  He pauses, looking down at the other mannequin half, then back to Arsling with a shrug.  “Whatever was brewing just absolutely fucked off to a different dimension, cause it’s gone!”  He kicked the other half of the mannequin full force and sent it screeching against the floor, “Just like the fucking mannequin!”

"Fuck yeah! Hay" Arsling points at the pile of boxes running over to Xander "fucking throw me like a lawn dart!" Arsling looks really giddy like a child on a sugar high.

“One flying Arsling,” as she reaches him he lifts her by the waist, and using her momentum chucks her at the boxes, “COMIN RIGHT THE HELL UP!”

She smashes threw a shit ton of them the pile  decreasing in height, Arsling doesn't come out the other side instead smashing herself up and out the top of the pile her jacket ripped up and she herself bruised but said bruises fade when in contact with moonlight, her hair tie also fell out making her hair wild and messy, all together making a badass pirate punk look she looked down and dived at Xander "WOOOO!"

Xander, laughing wildly, jumped up at Arsling to meet her in an attempt to break her fall.  He let his scales fully envelop his body to help minimize whatever impact came next, though kept his head human.  The two of them collided in mid air, and came tumbling to the ground in a heap.

Arsling rolled off Xander sitting up besides him a big toothy grin on her face "oh Tamzen would be so pissed if she knew what we were doing" she wiped some of her hair out of her face, this is a good look for her "pretty sure I passed a pirates hat box"

“At this point,” Xander sits up himself, his scales gone and hair disheveled, “I assume Tamzen knows anything and everything.  I feel like this would be an acceptable reason to cause mass destruction though.”  He got to his feet, brushing himself off a bit, offering Arsling a hand, and beaming a big goofy smile down to her.  “So, show me this box of pirate hats.  I need to wear one and declare myself Captain Snakebeard!”

Arsling dives threw the her-shaped hole and a few seconds later emerges wearing a hat and throwing you one, despite the age of this place they seem to be in pretty good condition

Xander puts on the hat, and begins speaking in a terrible pirate accent.  “Avast ye scallywags, tis I, Cap’n Snakebeard and me trusted first mate…”  He leans to Arsling and whispers, “Psst, what’s your pirate name?”

"Who said you could be cap'n?!" Arsling grinned her Irish accent being much better, probably helped by the fact most pirate accents are Irish adjacent "this be a mutiny Snakebeard" Arsling  rolled Infront of 'Snakebeard' taking a wrestling kind of stance "loser be the first mate and trust me Cap'n Barkburner doesn't lose!"

“Aye well ye should know good ol Snakebeard,” at this Xander goes full on serpent, cobra head and all, “Doesssn’t losse either.”

Arsling charges in beginning to have a friendly wrestle with Xander quickly trying to lift the snake man off the ground

Xander, unable to maintain his balance and solid footing, is lifted up.  However he takes the opportunity to almost coil himself around Arsling’s midsection, and attempts to lock her in a full nelson.

Arsling is coiled and her arms are held inro the full nelson, luckily she manages to slip her arms out grabbing Xanders legs and rolling Xander onto his back pinning him

Xander struggles to get his shoulder up against the pin for a moment, however, he can’t manage to slip out from underneath Arsling.  “1… 2… 3!  It’s all over folks, and the new captain is, CAP’N BARKBURNER!”  Xander laughs heartily up at Arsling, still pinned underneath her.  “I submit, ye’ve bested me this day Barkburner.”

Arsling rolls off of Xander "and I will best ye everyday First Mate Snakebeard!" Arsling stands dramatically posing "we have to inform ye girlfriend about her position in our pirate crew" Arsling grins readjusting the pirate hat on her head

“Aye Cap’n,” he gets up off the ground and straightens himself a bit, “She’ll need a title befitting of her beauty and wisdom!”  He pauses and ponders it over.  “Something like… oh navigator!  We’ll never be a drift with her charting our waters!”

"Aye! Let's go inform are navigator of her new position" Arsling smirks "but not before we find some more booty to plunder!" She dives back into the pile of boxes tearing off the tops and looking for goodies

Xander belts out another hearty laugh.  He dives after Arsling yelling,  “Right behind ye Cap’n!  This’ll be our biggest score yet!”