Midnight Dream Train [OPEN]

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“I love you baby.” A beautiful coo echoed in Preston’s ear, a delicate hand brushing against his cheek. His azure eyes fell to his left and a gorgeous form was floating delicately next to him, and he smiled as the aura’s emotions flooded his heart.

“Eva... I love you too.” Preston raised his hand in beckoning, afraid that she was disappear within seconds. “Is it really you my dear?” He voice shuttered as he asked the question.

“I’m sorry...” Her voice trailed off and she dropped her cold hand from his face and turned toward her right. Preston watched as a tear trickled down her china white cheek, and he almost cried out to her again.

Then the car struck.

CRASH!

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Preston bolted awake at the sound of the subway scratching to a stop. His dreary eyes darted everywhere before he completely processed where exactly he was. He slumped in his chair as eyes peered confusingly at this strange man who had dozed off on the subway. After everyone had left, the doors slid to a close, leaving only a few people left to reach home. Preston had worked overtime tonight (he needed to pay his apartment bill soon), and he was seriously regretting the choice. Gulping down some gathering saliva in his throat, he adjusted himself, reaching into his pocket. The prescription bottle popped open with a thumb and he gently shook a pill from the container. The blue and yellow tablet fell from inside and he shot it straight into his mouth. With a rigid swallow, he felt the pill cascade down his throat and deeper down into the abyss of his stomach. He was starving when he got onto the subway, but now... all he wanted to eat was the pill.

The nightmares had become more frequent. The hauntings of the past were becoming unbearable, even when he was awake. Preston had skipped out of three days worth of band practice this week and his “mates” were growing concerned. “I’m fine. Just not a lot of sleep.” Preston said. He would never tell them of his devilish dreams. More like memories of a past that he wished he could forget. He would never tell them of his past. It was unbelievable just thinking about it.

“Ugh...” He groaned, lazily dropping his head back against the glass, the lights dancing behind his head. He was trying to start a new life, but this was harder than he thought it would be. It was so easy to forget with drugs, but they are and weren’t the answer to his problems. Nothing could solve them. He had to move on. That was of course, easier said than done.

His eyes darted slowly around the subway, spotting the small collection on people tonight. It was dangerous to wander these streets at night, but when duty calls...

Just gotta' get home... He said to himself.

[Vergil Valentine]

The midnight air was nice and cool, perhaps too cool for Vergil. The male had been pacing back and forth for what seemed like hours. Watching, waiting for the midnight train to arrive. Luckily, Vergil had a few tricks to keep him and nice warm while he awaited the arrival of the train. This man was a shape shifter, one that could only transform into any animal of his choosing. The lone male had made a commute to the more crowed part of town in hopes of finding food. So he’d make a habit of waiting near the subway station. The nightly commuters would get off, and he would be there to greet them. Why? Vergil was homeless. He didn’t have a place to stay. So he used his wits to keep him out of trouble, and most of all get food. He would use these humans to get what he wanted. Even if it meant going home with one of them and pretending to be the perfect pet for the night. This shifter was a master of deception.

There he sat there near the entrance to the subway in the form of a four year old Siberian husky. His shaggy fluffy tan fur was matted up with debris and dirt, he looked more like a street mutt than the oh so astounding Siberian husky. Clearly it had been some time sense the shifter had last bathed, as well as a decent meal. He was struggling just to survive out in this damn human city. He could only hope his appearance wouldn’t foil his plan. Despite looking rough Vergil seemed very alert. The male’s deep sky blue eyes scanned the perimeter. His fluffy triangle ears began to swivel around, taking in the calming silence that had fallen upon the city. This moment of piece wouldn’t last long for the train had finally arrived. Its screeching breaks could be heard even above ground. How humans could stand the horrible noise and even worse smell was a mystery to him. The male lifted his back leg and scratched a flea from his pelt. Suppose things wouldn’t be so bad? The humans had begun to exit the station after all. It was time to put on his game face.

Vergil’s bum rose from the cool hard pavement. Dazzling sapphire eyes scanned the area for a target. Finally, after some searching, he found the perfect candidate. There stood a tall man who seemed to be in his thirties. He didn’t look too shabby, not in the least. Good, this fool couldn’t possibly be as dirt pour as the shifter. The last thing Vergil wanted to do was go off with someone who was just as homeless as he was. No, this human needed some money. How else would he get food? Maybe he can get this man to take him home, and give him something to eat. This would be yet another twenty-four hour home. Vergil would stay till his needs where met, then he’d make himself scarce. This plan was better than living on the streets and begging for a scrap of meat.

Without hesitating, Vergil trotted up to this lone man. Putting on the charm, he began to wag his fluffy tail. This shifter had learned from trial and error what was expected from a canine, and what was appropriate. Jumping on this man would be the worst thing to do in this situation. He’d have to keep his eagerness under wraps for now. Just for added measure Vergil pushed his cold wet nose against the human’s hand. A light whimper then streamed from his maw. This has to get his attention right?

Animal form: Siberian husky
Word Count: 614
Muse Level: High
Notes: I hope this post is ok. :3
Tags: Preston, and anyone else.

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Preston opened his his electric blue eyes to the cold touch gently patting his hand. Throwing his head up from a drowsy stupor, he suddenly caught eyes with two beautiful sapphire eyes surrounded by mud and dirt. With a gasp, Preston straightened in the subway chair, a smile spreading across his drugged feature. Holy shit that pill really made a number of me... he said to himself as he tried to shake off the sleeping sensation rushing through his body.

“Well hello there!” Preston always had a soft spot for animals. As a child growing in the rural areas of Essex, his family had had amassed quite a collection of animal breeds. He recalled his own dog, Flame, had been a Siberian Husky, so seeing the grungy creature staring at his with innocent eyes pulled at his heartstrings. With a soft chuckle, he extended his hand to Vergil, allowing the dog to take one big sniff, just to make sure Preston meant no harm.

“What are you doing all the way out here boy?” He began to check all over the pooch, trying to find some sort of identification for the animal, but to no avail. “Are you a stray?” He really didn’t know why exactly he was talking to this dog as if it was going to respond back. As he continued, wandering eyes began to watch Preston in disbelief. How could he touch such a disgusting dog like that? Was he talking to it. And this was why he despised the company of the subway.

“Do you have any place to go?” Again, Preston continued to bombard this silent animal with question after question. “What am I saying... look at you? You obviously don’t have a home. Man you are a mess, your probably hungry too...” His voice began to trail off, and then suddenly he remembered something. Inside his backpack, he had bought some beef jerky at the super market across the street from the Diner he worked at. In a rushed frenzy, he pulled to pack next to him into to his lap and rummaged through everything inside. His work clothes, music lyrics, and all sorts of gadgets were nestled inside this backpack, and within moments, he pulled out a nice juicy piece of jerky. “There we go...” He smiled.

[Vergil Valentine]

The putrid smell of the dreadful subway began to irritate Vergil’s sensitive nose. It wasn’t like he smelled any better though. This human made station always seemed to have a strange chemical smell to it. Perhaps it was the smell of ammonia, and trash that caused the beast to shutter. Or maybe it was the mixture of so many scents. Suppose this was one of the many drawbacks of shifting into a dog. Your sense of smell was three times stronger than a human’s, making this nasty cocktail of smells to be horrible. A mixture of aromas resided down here which was the reason why Vergil never ventured to the subway unless he needed his sinuses cleaned out. Why would humans use this smelly train anyway?

“Why hello there.” This man’s words where very kind, and welcoming. They quickly snapped the shifter from his thoughts. With his ears picked forward, Vergil looked up at the lone human. The man seemed nice; he was smiling at the shifter after all. Vergil seemed to breathe a sigh of relief as he realized this man was being kind to him. Preston didn’t yell at him, or try to brush him off as the mutt that he was. Needless to say, affectionate humans were very hard to find in this city. Kind natures seemed to have been swallowed up by human’s greed. The Shifter was lucky enough to find a kind soul on his first try. Perhaps the gods where looking out for him after all? Soon enough this long man stuck his hand out for him to smell. For the sake of his role, the male would have to smell it; Even if he didn’t want too. It seemed creepy in a way but Just to keep this ruse going Vergil leaned in and took in a nice long sniff of this man’s hand. Now, this was strange. Vergil seemed to cock his fluffy head to the side as he pulled away. This human had a strange smell covering his hand, one that he’d never smelled before. Where on earth did he get that aroma? Little did Vergil know he had stumbled upon a drug user. The shifter had never used drugs before, so the smell was alien to him. Well, as interesting as the aroma was, he quickly forgot about it when the man began to speak.

Really, did this man just talk to him? Vergil could speak back but that could have disastrous consequences. He was already getting glares from the other passengers. Talking back would only cause panic, and that was the last thing he wanted. This human was really something else. He continued to talk to the beast, even though Vergil didn’t answer. “Cut the talk, get to the grub…”the beast thought as he licked his maw with anticipation. The humans seemed a bit curious, as he began to search the husky for a name tag. Vergil’s skinny frame stiffened as the human looked him over before asking the beast if he was a stray. The husky eyed this man silently with those sparkling blue orbs of his. It was true, he was a stray. Vergil’s ears pulled back against his head, almost as if he understood what Preston was talking about. God, how he hated that word, stray. To most he was nothing more than a piece of smelly trash. A low whimper streamed out of the canine’s maw. Man this human was really laying it on him. Of course he didn’t have a home, he had nothing.

Before the husky could get too depressed the human brightened him up by mentioning food. The human had suggested that he was probably hungry. Vergil’s fluffy triangle ears perked up, oh how right he was. The shifter was starving. The husky’s curled tail began to wag fiercely behind him. As Preston began to go through his bag Vergil could barely contain himself. He released a happy whine just as the human pulled out a piece of jerky. It smelled delicious. A trail of saliva streamed from his jaws as he leaned in to reap the spoils of this work.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Vergil snatched the tasty treat from Preston’s hand before bolting under a collection of unused subway seats that sat parallel to him. Vergil wished to eat his food in piece, for he feared one of the humans would try to take it from him. After he crawled under the seat the male began to scarf the juicy jerky down. Perhaps he was eating it a bit too fast. At one point he began to choke on it. A horrible wheezing noise could be heard before Vergil finally managed hack it up. The piece of saliva doused meat sat there in front of him. His paw extended out to it and he pinned a side of it down before biting onto the other half, this time he would take it slow. He was a fool to have wolfed it down.

After finishing the little snack he immured from his hiding place. The fluffy husky then stretched before he trotted back over to Preston. His long nails clicked across the ground as he did so. Vergil then eyed the man once more before he jumped onto the seat beside the human and plopped his bum down. He looked almost human, sitting there in the empty subway chair. His tongue flopped out of his mouth as he began to pant. Perhaps if he stuck around long enough he could follow this human home and raid his fridge. it was a real shame that he had to take advantage of this kind gentleman. But how else could he survive?

Animal form: Siberian husky
Word Count: forgot
Muse Level: High
Notes: ramble ramble ramble~
Tags: The loveable Preston <3

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ooc: I'm sorry for my short posts T.T Mine are so small compared to yours! lol


Preston didn’t even have time to process before the dirty Husky chomped onto the free offering and retreated to one of the other seats aboard the subway. With a sigh of relief, the young gentleman laughed as he stared at Vergil tearing and ripping at the jerky, the dogs bright blue eyes focused on the piece within its massive paws. “Delicious huh?” Preston chuckled again, stretching in the seat as he slowly felt his body relax from the affects of the pill once again. His eyes grew tired, his hands resting behind his head and he continued to gaze upon the big animal munch at his food with glazed electric iris’. Ah... if my parents saw me now. He huffed to himself, recalling how simple his life was before the accident, how just about every second of his life was laid out for him, that he would never find himself here. Oh what a joke that was. Preston Creed, heir to a murdered father, treasure to a murdered mother, and son of a lost dynasty. You and me pooch... could be considered the same. Strays in a strange world.

As the majestically muddy animal finished his meal, Preston watched with soft, gentle eyes as Vergil made his way next to Preston. He gazed at the magnificent creature, knowing that under all the dirt, there was a prize to behold. Huskies were absolutely gorgeous, poised and proud. They always reminded Preston of his father. Loyal to his inner circle, dangerous to anyone that meant harm to those he cared about. Hard-working and hardy, almost impossible to break his spirit. “So different then me...” Preston raised his hand and placed it gently onto the animal’s spine, giving Vergil a long, comforting pet. His father had started from nothing and gotten everything. He was everything Preston couldn’t achieve.

“Malcolm... I’ll call you Malcolm.” Just the sound of each syllable of his name made his heart hurt, but it was a fitting name nonetheless. “Is that alright with you?” He continued to stroke the dog’s fur, his smile was sincere but his eyes only showed pain.

Then, without even a second thought, he peered into the animal’s eyes and muttered, again almost expecting a response. He may be poor as shit, but he would try his best to take care of this creature. He needed a companion anyway; at least that’s what his doctor said. “Will you come home with me?”

[Vergil Valentine]

Vergil began to wonder what sort of food this man had at his home. The last person he followed home had a wild array of tasty treats. Unfortunately, this home was disposable after he found out he was living with a bunch of sirens. That night didn’t end well for both parties involved. Hopefully this kind man was one hundred percent human and not some monstrous supernatural in disguise. He prayed this lonely man wouldn’t give him a reason to leave. The longer he could stay the better. Vergil was a rather intelligent fellow. He was accustomed to staying in one form, and holding it for quite some time. However, like another beast of burden he did have his limits. Every so often he needed to change back into his human form or risk losing himself to animal instinct. This is where his intelligence comes into play. How else could he keep his role? Vergil usually shifted back after his owners have fallen asleep. It was a great plan, but it did have its faults.

The swaying of the train was beginning to put the tired beast to sleep. He had been up since the crack of dawn looking for food. It was a tiring job, but he had to do it. Vergil was quickly jarred back to reality when the human place his hand on his back and gave him a pat. Perhaps this man isn’t so bad. He had already begun to scratch that place on his back that he could never reach. It felt good, in a strange way.

Vergil didn’t mind this little bonding session. As long as the human kept his hands above the belt he really wouldn’t care. It was strange, this little pet actually felt…nice!? With every form Vergil had come with its own shot of instinct. It wouldn’t take him over completely, unless he remained in said form for a long time. The influence of this instinct made itself known when Preston continued to pet him. For a moment or two, Vergil closed his eyes. Enjoying the affection this man was giving him, but it deep down it felt so strange. A large toothy grin creased the beast’s maw. He hopped this man wouldn’t stop anytime soon.

Today had to be the shifter’s lucky day. The human began to speak again this time he gave Vergil a name. Now this usually didn’t happen until after he was in a home. Suppose this man did things a bit differently than others. No matter, he was getting a higher chance of being taken home now. Preston decided to call him Malcolm. “Malcolm? Interesting…” The beast thought. He was expecting names that went along the lines of, Butch, Sparky or Lucky. Malcolm was the last name that came to mind. If Vergil weren’t in canine form he would have asked the man where he got the name, or if it held some sort of meaning. Vergil was oblivious to Preston’s background. However Vergil did catch a hint of sorrow in those lovely blue eyes of his. Call it animal instinct if you will, but Vergil picked up something from this man. What it was, he wasn’t entirely sure of.

Preston then asked the little canine if he liked the name. Obviously Vergil couldn’t protest even if he wanted too. So, with a wag of his tail, and a twitch of his fluffy ear, Vergil let loose a happy bark. This loud sudden noise seemed to shake the residence who still resided on the late night train. Some spun around and gave the canine’s owner a fierce scowl. Vergil played them no mind, for the human began to speak again. This time Vergil was all ears. He looked into this human’s eyes as if he understood what he was talking about. The man asked if he would come home with him. A spark of excitement filled the canine’s eyes as he lunged forward and attacked the man with a barrage of slobbery wet dog kisses. This probably wasn’t the best reaction, but Vergil couldn’t help himself. He was getting another home! Oh he hoped this one wouldn’t turn out like the last.

Man, This was far too easy!

Animal form: Siberian husky
Word Count: mehhhuuu
Muse Level: High
Notes: Nah don't worry about it. I love your posts<3 Mine are mostly rambling. XD
Tags: The loveable Preston <3

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ooc; ahh... I feel like the posts are getting worse and worse! haha


Preston exploded with laughter as Malcolm/Vergil tackled him and began to overwhelm his face with wet licks of love. His blue eyes shined with awakened happiness and for a moment, everything around him seemed to disappear, and all he could think about was him and Malcolm. This partnership would probably turn out to be the best decision he could make right now. Wrapping his arms in equally joyfully glee, Preston scratched Malcolm along the spine rapidly, chuckling again as he felt his child side escape on this grungy tube in the ground. The other occupants were not as pleased, and a bitter little woman rolled her bony fingers along the handles of her purse as she glared at them. She couldn’t believe such a disgusting sight! “Control the beast sir, this isn’t a zoo!” Her voice cracked as she shuttered in her seat, peering at the uncontrolled mongrel laying on Preston.

The young man sighed and all around him, the world seemed to slow to a solemn halt and his heart sank deep in his stomach. People like her sucked out everything Preston tried to enjoy in his life! No one can do anything they want without being judged by the “eyes of the beholders”. He remembered back home, where everything seemed so easy, so calm; he remembered he never had to worry about others, only about him and his family. With another long breath, Preston slowed his excitement to a drawling pat on his Vergil’s head, allowing the passengers’ negative emotions crush his soul, and his slowly drew his eyes away from the world towards the window.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to stay on this depressing tube any longer, for his stop was coming up very soon. Adjusting in his seat, he prepared to rise from the bench, making sure to gather his things onto his back and in his grip. With a soft chuckle, Preston glanced to Vergil. “Ready to go home Malcolm?” He gave the pooch another pat, his eyes growing more and more sad every second. He just wanted to go home. He was tired.

“Oh, and you better not have problems with bath’s because you’re getting one!” He managed a last minute tease before rising to his feet, preparing to leave the subway.

[Vergil Valentine]

Preston’s lovely sky blue orbs sparked with hint of happiness as Vergil began to lick his cheek. This shower of affection was rather rare. Suppose canine instinct began to take over Vergil, or maybe he was just trying to seal this deal? For whatever reason, Vergil was doing his best to keep this human in high spirits. As long as he keeps this human happy he will have no reason to kick him to the curb. Preston’s hand began to rapidly scratch Vergil’s back. That hand of his seemed to be hitting all the right places. Vergil’s back leg began to tremble before erupting into a spasm. His long untrimmed nails racked across the chair as he did this. Never before had he been treated to such a wonderful scratch. Needless to say he wasn’t used to this kind of interaction; a part of him actually liked it. The muddied beast replied with a second wave of slobbery kisses. Everything seemed to be going just perfect until a human had to go and ruin it.

Their fun had been short lived.

That spark of happiness soon faded as a woman near the other side of the subway shouted something rather callous. Vergil, a man who usually kept his cool, began to feel anger bubble up within that furry frame of his. Not only did this comment anger him, but it seemed to have pushed his human companion back into his dark bleak hole of depression. Vergil could see the sadness in his eyes. The hound then tipped his head. What was wrong with this human? Never before had he bet someone so…down on their luck. Not only could Vergil see it, he could feel it in his bones. Sorrow was a feeling unlike any other. When it took over someone it would never truly go away.

A part of the shifter took pity on this young man. Before this insolent woman soiled their fun it seemed as if he had brightened up this human’s day. How was this possible? Hell if he knew, but maybe staying with this human for a while wouldn’t be a bad idea? Maybe he could stay a week, possibly even longer? Wait, what he was thinking!? Vergil slipped off Preston and returned to his chair. The beasts then shook his head from side to side as If shaking off a flea. He was here for food and food alone. He couldn’t allow this human’s emotions to cloud his judgment. His own well-being came first, and then he could worry about others. That was the first and most important rule, one that had gotten him this far in life. And yet, why did he feel for this human?

Preston began to pat him on the head, the emotions that where once there previously had vanished. The touch itself was nice though. But still, Vergil couldn’t help but to wonder what was going on inside of this human’s head. Was that woman’s comment really getting to him? He thought humans where stronger than that. Confused, Vergil began to keep his muzzle to himself. He had to fight the urge to lick this man’s hand. A simple action like that wouldn’t help, anyway.

Vergil’s thoughts soon slipped back to the problem at hand. Staying with this human for a long time would only result in trouble. He could hold his form for only so long. One day he would slip up, and his secret would be revealed. Then what? Humans where oblivious to the supernatural world, if Preston where to find out what he really was Vergil would have to kill him. It takes a lot just keep his secret under wraps. Killing was the last thing Vergil wanted to do. He could easily transform into a tiger and crush this man’s skull, if need be. This was a risky business, not only for the human but for him as well.

Vergil was quickly pulled from his thoughts as the subway pulled into the station. The male shuttered as the loud screeching breaks brought the train to a standstill. They reached their destination. Where, exactly? Vergil had no clue. The male looked around, seemingly confused as Preston began to gather his things. The beast climbed down from his seat and took his place at Preston’s side. The shifter would follow the man without question; he was the food provider after all. Vergil then looked up into the humans eyes, he was ready to go.

Animal form: Siberian husky
Word Count: 6-somethin'
Muse Level: High
Notes: Nah its all good. :/ Sorry if my posties are too long. I just have a lot of muse.
Tags: The loveable Preston <3

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As the subway’s scream began to draw out, Preston latched onto a nearby pole, preparing for the immediate stop that always seemed to try and push him down. Preston glanced down to his new companion, who was gazing right back with eyes like an pure sky blue lake just frosted over the the cold chills of winter. It reminded him of home. The memories came flooding back again, and Preston was sure if Malcolm could, he would see every emotion swirling in his own azure eyes like a portal into his soul. His body felt heavy and his hand loosened around the pole as he felt like he was pulled into a trance.

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“Excuse me...?” He heard a angelic voice whisper gently in his direction, causing the malnourished Preston to raise his gaze toward the sweet voice calling to him. This was probably the lowest Preston had ever fallen in his life, and at the time, he believed that there was no way of getting back up. He was starving, homeless, bruised, and drugged and everyday at this very alley, people only passed with eyes of shame tearing him apart. What a bum they would say, disgusting hobo other would jeer. Young children tossed trash at his face and their parents just tugged them away, only in fear of what invisible diseases he could carry. Preston wasn’t sick, he wasn’t bad. He was just alone.

“Excuse me sir?” The woman said again, her extravagant emerald eyes scanned Preston’s bony visage and her face slightly twisted as a noxious fume floated from Preston’s muddy clothes. Preston withdrew in terror and shame, not knowing how to escape from this horrible situation. This gorgeous woman was staring at him, absolutely stunned by the dirt showering his body. He hadn’t taken a good shower to weeks, and his clothes were worn with rips and cuts. Along his scalp there was a clump of dried blood from a teenager who had thrown a rock violently at his forehead after promising a free meal if he didn’t scream from the pain. Preston had lost consciousness that night and had awoken shoeless and still starving.

“I’m so-sorry ma’am...” Preston voice was hoarse, almost burning as he muttered each syllable. He began to scoot deeper into the alleyway, farther and farther into the darkness.

Suddenly, a soft touch pressed against his shoulder, holding his firm in his spot. Preston gasped from the sheer gentleness of her skin on his bare arm. It almost caused a tear. Almost. He spun his head slowly to look at the woman again, the breath almost dissipated from his lungs as the light cascaded along her cheekbones, revealing an almost godly beauty. Her onyx hair was perfectly curled and it seemed to shimmer in the luminescent street lamp light. Her large almond eyes were glassy, almost like a doll and carried a almost cat-like curiosity beneath as she peered into his own iris’. Her china white skin was flawless and he was almost tempted to grab her hand and feel her luscious skin himself. However, that was obviously too much.

“Don’t go sir, please! I-” She paused. Her voice was foreign, European he guessed. He also noticed her tone was husky, like she had smoked a fair share of cigarettes most of her life. However, deep in that gruff tined throat, there was still a feminine innocence to her words.

“Let me help you.”

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Preston stumbled as the subway jerked to a full complete stop and he latched quickly onto the pole for safety. His heart almost hopped out of his chest as he felt immediate danger from almost crashing to his knees. His sudden reaction drew attention once again from passengers onboard, who peered at him befuddled, almost afraid from his sudden movement. They watched like he was crazy, like he would lash out any second.

Preston’s pale face grew bright pink, causing his eyes to fall straight to the floor, hoping not to draw anymore attention to himself. As the subway doors opened, he bolted out and thankfully escaped with no problems. After reaching a fair distance he stopped, making sure Malcolm followed. “Let’s get home Malcolm.”

ooc; your posts are perfectly fine! I apparently can't write haha!

[Vergil Valentine]

Vergil prayed to the gods that this man’s home wasn’t some cardboard box under a bridge. The male hoped this place would satisfy his needs, or else he would have no choice but to leave. Just the thought alone saddened him, but what else could he do? The more food the man had, the longer he would stay. The large musky beast stood firm as more thoughts entered that skull of his. What would this man do with him? Well, he did mention a bath. Vergil wouldn’t fight him, hell he needed one! The putrid smell of his coat was rather irritating to the senses. A shower or bath was hard to come by when you lived out on the streets. It was a prevalence to be able to get clean.

What would happen to him after the bath? Would this man allow him to stay indoors, or would he put the poor beast outside? From time to time he had seen dogs tied to a tree in a human’s back yard. That wasn’t the life Vergil wanted to live. He knew he wasn’t the best or the cleanest looking canine, but would this man do that to him? The shifter shook the thought from his skull. This man didn’t seem like the type that would do such a horrible thing. As he thought about it, Vergil glanced up at Preston. By that time, the human had fallen under some sort of trance. Was this human ok? Vergil cocked his head curiously to the side. The male seemed to be just standing there, staring into space. What on earth was this man thinking about? Oh god, if he managed to be taken home by a crazy human…no, that wasn’t it. The humans didn’t seem crazy, just deep in thought. There was nothing unusual about that, right?

The beast’s untrimmed nails clicked against the ground as he attempted to keep his balance. Skidding across the floor was the last thing he wanted to do. The train then came to a screeching stop. His human seemed to break out of his trance and grab onto the pole just in time as the force of the train nearly made him topple over. The canine drew closer to Preston, a bit concerned that he nearly fell. The floor inside the subway train wasn’t soft by any means. Taking a spill in here would certainly hurt.

Vergil then looked around. He had began to get the feeling that he was being watched. Boy, was he right. Almost every human on this train was staring his master down. Oh how he wished he could say something. Possibly along the lines of: “What are ya’ll lookin’ at?” but, alas, he had to keep his trap shut. Exposing himself to this many people would not only leave to trouble, but also destroy his chances of going home with this man. Vergil’s hackles began to stand on end. His stance and poise was a great indicator to his mood. Body language was the only real thing he could express in this form. The male even went to the lengths as to crinkle his muzzle at these staring civilians. They had no right to look at Preston like that! Oh, they were lucky he had to keep a low profile, or else he would have said something crude. Vergil’s eyes then returned to his master. The look on the humans face was absolutely pitiful. Apart of him wanted to say some words of encouragement. However he couldn’t let his emotions get in the way of this plan.

As soon as the doors to the subway opened the male bolted. Man, this human was quick. Suppose the embarrassment was too much for him? Vergil followed without question. He stayed at his human’s side as they walked through the crowd of humans. Once they reached a far distance from the train the male turned to him and asked if he was ready to go home. The beast wagged his tail and released another bark as a response. He couldn’t wait to get to this man’s home. Man, how Vergil wished he could say something to lift this man’s spirits.

Animal form: Siberian husky
Word Count: 6-somethin'
Muse Level: High
Notes: Well, I thought your post was awesome.
Tags: The loveable Preston <3

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Preston watched as large animal barked excitedly to his question, causing a small part of his damaged soul to lift, feeling the warmth of the innocent Malcolm peering straight at him. He felt like the dog could feel Preston’s depressive black cloud and that he wanted to try his best to fix him, make him happy. With a passionate sigh, he knelt to the precious dog’s level, placing a comforting palm on Malcolm’s crown, making sure to rub those massive pointed ears as he whispered gently, ”I’m sorry if I’m bumming you out Malcolm. I don’t know why, but I feel like you’re trying to cheer me up. Sorry I haven’t been responding well. Not exactly the happiest guy boy...” He paused. “But I’m gonna take care of you okay? So you don’t have to worry. I’ve had dogs most of my childhood, so it’ll be nice having you around.” He spoke with utter sincerity, although he knew this dog only heard gibberish. He hoped Malcolm at least felt his honesty.

“You know, it’s kind of ironic, but you look just like my old dog. It’s a bit surprising...” He then began to peer deeply into Malcolm’s eyes, almost like he was trying to read him. “Your eyes though... they are incredibly bright! His were brown, like dirt. Your remind me of snow, like back home. I wish I could take you to the snow, you’d look awesome.” He continued to babble on and on, talking to his speechless friend in the middle of the subway. It helped him forget about what happened today.

“If your eyes were eyes had been green and you were a girl, I would’ve named you Eva.” Just the mention of her name choked him up, but at the same time he never wanted to forget her. Ever.

Before long, Preston glanced around, noticing that he had literally stopped in the middle of nowhere. With a heart-felt laugh and a final pat, Preston rose to his feet and turned on his heel, beginning his way out of this wretched place. “Let’s get out of here and get you bathed! Your a walking mud clump!” He teased, ascending the stairs to the busy streets. “Stick close Malcolm...”

ooc; thanks! yours as well, Vergil is awesome.

[Vergil Valentine]

Vergil was so relieved to be off that damn subway. The nasty, putrid smell was really getting to him. Man, did humans stink. Once outside the large beast took in a deep breath. It felt good to be out of the subway and away from all those unpleasant humans. Not only had they tampered with his mood, they also seemed to have put his temporary master into a state of depression. Vergil hardly knew Preston and yet he felt bad for the guy. Who knows what the man had been though before their paths crossed? Today didn’t seem like the human’s lucky day. Even before they met he seemed down and out of it. For whatever reason, Vergil stayed by the sad man’s side as if he had known him for a lifetime. His long untrimmed nails clicked against the ground as he continued to walk through the subway station.

Before long the human suddenly stopped. Vergil stopped as well. Tipping his head, he stood there looking into the humans eyes. His own orbs held a hint of confusion. Why did they stop? What was going on? Suddenly it hit him. Oh god, was this human going to turn him loose? Vergil prayed the man would still take him in. Hell, he didn’t think he could last another day on the streets. The garbage out here got rotten rather quickly thanks to the sudden heat wave that hit the city only days ago. He would die if this man didn’t take him! Vergil’s mind was going absolutely crazy. What could he do to stop this? Then without warning Preston then did something Vergil wasn’t expecting. The man had knelt down to his level so he could talk. With ears pricked forward Vergil listened to everything Preston said. The human’s words surprised the smaller hound. So, this man was well aware that he was being a major downer, but yet…

Vergil looked away as Preston began to pet him. Was this human really doing this? The man then continued, stating that he wasn’t the happiest person in the world. “Clearly…” Vergil thought as his fluffy dirt covered ears continued to be rubbed. Perhaps this little talk wasn’t so bad. At least he knew the man truly cared about him, or else they wouldn’t be having this discussion right now. Vergil then peered into Preston’s eyes as he vowed to take care of the male. The human even said that he had dogs before, so he knew how to take care of one. Well that was good. At least he knew how to feed him. The thought of getting dry dog food everyday seemed discussing but it was better than rotting garbage. Preston then finished by saying that it would be nice to have him around. A shock-wave of emotions ran ramped through the beat’s skull, leaving him with a feeling a jolt of happiness. No one had ever told him that before. Most people think he was very unpleasant to be around merely because he was a street rat. A lot of the humans would turn a blind eye to him, but yet this human saw passed that.

Preston seemed to be on role. Telling the canine about his other husky whose name was Snow. Well then, Vergil was wise to choose this husky form. If he hadn’t there was a really strong chance that he wouldn’t have gotten through to this human. Maybe he was wrong. What if Preston was just a nice guy? Perhaps it didn’t matter what form he was in? When Preston went on to talk about Vergil’s eyes, the hound looked away. How embarrassing, a human talking to him like this even though he was a filthy little mutt. This human was quite the talker. He continued on with what he was saying even though they were sitting in the middle of the subway station. Vergil wished he could contribute something to this conversation. Oh the talks they could have. For once Vergil would have someone he could talk to. If he did show this human what he really was would he still be as kind? Vergil thought this over as the human continued to babble on how he would look awesome in the snow. Maybe, just maybe it wouldn’t be so bad for him to find out. Vergil was sure he wouldn’t be too happy to find this out AFTER the human scrubbed him down while getting a bath. Man that would be awkward. Hell, maybe he could get something decent to eat instead of dog food too.

It took Vergil a moment, but the hound finally made up his mind. Preston soon rose to his feet. Vergil then followed the male out to the street where he began to act rather strange. When Preston told the hound to stick close he began to trot away. Every so often he’d turn to Preston and bark, almost as if he wanted the human to follow him. The shifter hoped this would work. No, this HAD to work. His heart began to thump faster within that little chest of his. For once in his life he was going to expose himself, but not out in the middle of the street. The husky trotted over to the opening of a small ally, he then turned to Preston, and gave him a long look before walking inside. Once half way through the cramp ally he released a low sigh before his body began to change. Tiny muddled paws shifted into dirt covered hands, and feet. Dirtied fur shifted into tan sun kissed flesh. Luckily for Vergil his body was covered in old tattered cloths he had worn for the past few days. Once the transformation was complete a rather tall man stood in the canine’s place. Vergil could only hope this human would understand. The man then walked over to the entrance to the ally and waited for Preston.

Animal form: Siberian husky
Word Count:9-something
Muse Level: High
Notes: MURRRRR
Tags: The loveable Preston <3

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Preston was taken aback as the dirty pooch began to leave his side already and trot in the opposite direction. Stopping immediately, Preston called out, “Hey Malcolm, come back! Home is this way!” However, it was to no avail and the dog let out a beckoning bark, as if trying to hoax Preston somewhere. Where was he going? A couple that passed by Malcolm gave a noxious stare as he barked loudly just as they passed him, causing a few irritated glances to his “owner”. For the first time however, Preston took no notice and only stared, tilting his head slightly in confusion of what Malcolm wanted him to do. Should I follow?

Of course! “What’s wrong boy?” Preston adjusted his backpack before jogging to catch up with Malcolm, giving the couple a half-smile as he passed, “My apologizes...” He muttered, tipping his head in forgiveness. He noticed his dog halted every few moments to make sure he still followed behind, causing Preston to watch in utter surprise. Where is he leading me? Is he leading me to his... home? The thought that Malcolm already having a family saddened him, for he had already grown attached greatly to the Husky. He had always wanted a companion he could come home to, one that wouldn’t judge him for his mistakes and listen to everything his said with unnatural thrill. He missed that feeling of being needed, being wanted by something. Anything!

Preston then realized Malcolm had slipped into an alley, causing his stomach and insides to churn. He remembered the smell, the cold breeze that tried to still your heart every night in the late winters. He remembered curling himself in newspapers every night before closing his eyes, afraid that he would die of hypothermia. He even remembered having a scare with frostbite on his fingers his first winter. Luckily, a gentle hobo gave him a pair of ragged gloves, but it was one of the best gifts he received in his whole life. Where had that old man gone? He stayed with Preston that whole winter, teaching him the ways of the forgotten and the outcasted. Preston owed him his life, and he had always wanted to return that favor for everything he had done for him. Unfortunately, Eva and Preston had no luck when they searched for weeks. I hope he’s not...

Suddenly, as he stood there, he squinted as he tried to find Malcolm in the dark. As he peered curiously, a form came out from the shadows and Preston jumped at this individual’s sudden appearance. In his lost thoughts, he hadn’t taken notice to Vergil’s change and only just realized this man’s presence. He was a lean black male, clothes worn and tattered and covering his muscular were tattoos of tribal origin. “O-oh. I’m sorry sir, does the Husky belong to you? I’m sorry, I ju-” He stopped and began to process what exactly he was looking at. “Sir, are you alright? Your clothes-” Preston was rather speechless, but tried his best not to seem rude.

[Vergil Valentine]

Vergil could only hope this human would understand. What he was doing could be called stupid, exposing himself to this human just because he wanted to be friends. It was truly pathetic. Oh, how he had fallen; ignoring his own rules just to satisfy his human emotions. Deep down, Vergil yearned for attention and a companion. It was truly unfortunately that he couldn’t find a single shifter to travel with. Hell it had been months since he’s seen another of his kind. Suppose his race was dying out because of the humans? Well, he did hear rumors about a place called the PIDA, they captured supernatural who exposed themselves.

The shifter slipped his hands into his pockets just to keep himself from fidgeting. This was a big risk he was taking. Maybe this was all a bad idea? Vergil suddenly shook the thought from his head. No, he couldn’t back out now. Preston needed to know the truth. The poor man obviously had it rough. Vergil didn’t want to add to this man’s suffering. Not after he had been so kind to him. No one else on that’s subway train wouldn’t have even given him the time of day, but this man…

This man was different from the others in some way. He was kind, and gently. Something not most humans would express to a mangy homeless mutt like him. Vergil was certain that they could become friends; he could feel it in his bones. It would be a real shame if he had to put this human down because he started freaking out on him. Though shifter doubted this man could do too much. Preston was the most down and depressed human he had ever came across, it would be a surprise if he got a reaction out of him at all. The tall dark man bit his lip as Preston began to walk towards him. His heart was thumping wildly inside his chest. A wave of nervousness washed over him.

Despite his emotions running amuck Vergil attempted to act cool and calm, he even straightened his posture and looked the human in the eye. Finally Preston approached him. He looked a bit frightened at first. Then again who could blame this man? Night time had fallen bringing with it a sense of uncertainty. To add to this, the man was walking towards a cold dark ally. He was bound to get spooked by something, right? Besides, Vergil wasn’t exactly the friendliest looking person. No wonder he caused the human to recoil.

When Preston asked about the canine Vergil nodded. “Yeah, I suppose he does.” The shifter replied as he looked this human over. Finally, he was getting to see this man face to face. A sense of excitement sparked within the young shifter. He couldn’t’ wait to start laying down some questions that he had stored in that head of his. Vergil was a curious man, and curiosity gave him nothing but trouble out on the streets. Curiosity was in his nature however, he couldn’t help himself. After starting the man down Vergil took a step back. As he began to realize he was getting in the humans personal space. He didn’t want to scare Preston away. Vergil then looked down the alley before turning back to the human. ” H-He’s kind of nervous right now.” Vergil said as if he were talking for the husky. The male then scratched the back of his head. Man this was getting awkward.

What happened next caused Vergil to freeze. Preston had begun to look him over. There wasn’t much to look at. Vergil was just about skin and bones. He looked like someone’s toy rag doll that had lost some stuffing. It wasn’t until Preston mention cloths that Vergil tipped his head. The human seemed to regret asking him about that. Ah well, it was bound to happen right? Vergil shrugged before he began to chuckle nervously. “Heh, These aren’t the most fashionable threads, eh?” He teased with a smirk. It was true, his cloths where absolutely horrid. However, Vergil didn’t let that hinder his mood. He was happy, and excited to be able to talk to this man.

The shifter sighed. “Well, there is something you need to know.” Vergil began as he looked around. “ It’s about your-I mean my dog.” His eyes darted around, Just to make sure no one was watching. What he had to say was for Preston’s ears only. “You see..” Vergil’s voice began to crack. He’d never been this nervous in his howl life. The male peered up at Preston and swallowed hard. “ I-I am your dog-I mean I am Malcolm.”

Animal form: Human
Word Count:6-something
Muse Level: High
Notes: sorry if this post is a bit durpish
Tags: The loveable Preston <3

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Preston wanted desperately to help this lost soul, for it was like looking in a mirror from a forgotten past. He knew how to felt to be alone, hungry, and lost with no one to turn to. This world could turn anyone into an homeless outcast, no matter what you did for them; whether it was saving a life or many, or just being too innocent, humans always found way to turn those good into monsters, or empty shells. Preston allowed his family to turn him into a walking corpse, literally rotting on the streets for only reasons Preston seemed to understand. They turned a child in a guilt-ridden thing for everything they condemned for, even though they were the only ones at fault. Now, his life seemed almost over, and he had done nothing to repay those who saved him from the hell. He only returned their kindness with death.

Never again, would he allow another person suffer on his expense, no matter what or who they were. Never...

Suddenly, almost as if some unnatural force was at work, the man before him said something he couldn’t even believe, something so impossible to comprehend. "Wh-What?"

He was Malcolm?! There was no way a human could be an animal, at least not physically! Preston gazed at this skeletal form before him and shot straight to his face, peering deeply into the stranger's eyes. Preston's electric blue eyes studied in utter shock as a familiar feeling swept through his soul. That same feeling... he said to himself in complete disbelief. Although Vergil’s eyes were a deep abysmal brown, Preston could see beneath the dark, and within them was a blue reconciling sea of snow. Preston could sense that same powerful urge of trying to make him feel better reverberate from his man. He almost lost his breath, gasping in utter shock. “H-How...?” Preston was so confused. How can someone turn into a dog?!

Everything he knew seemed to shift, his mind throbbing as his panicked thoughts overtook what little sanity he had left from this sudden revelation. There was no way... no logical way that such things existed! Preston took a haunted step back, overtaken by the flooding emotions rushing through his bloodstream. His breathing grew rapid and he seemed to gasp for control. His heart almost twisting upside down and he rushed to the far wall to catch himself from crashing down to his knees. However, with a shuttering voice, he whispered to Vergil, “Please... do-don’t be afraid. J-Just give a minute to process t-this.” He would keep to his world. This man still needed help, and no what was true or not, he would still help him. This man seemed to generally care for Preston, for he had not disappeared when he had the chance. If he was being honest, or he was crazy, Preston would still help him.

"It-its just the..." He paused, huffing again. His medication always caused these “breakdowns” whenever he became overstressed and he wanted to make sure Malcolm...-erm, or whoever this man was called, know that Preston wasn’t frightened or rejecting him.

Although he still couldn’t believe exactly what was happening, since a part of him believed every word, but his other half was driving his insane! It was like his “other side” was punishing him for faltering and allowing such an impossible comment to shift him so drastically. He wobbled to the ground and crashed against the alley way, head between his legs and hands shaking as he tried his best to calm himself. “I-I’m sorry sir... just my meds don’t like when I get too stressed out. I-I’ll calm down in a second.”

“J-Just... can you talk to me for sec...?” Sweat began to trickle down his brow as his body almost seemed to convulse from the overbearing pressure and a small drop of liquid tumbled from eye down to his cheek. Images were buzzing through his head uncontrollably, every moment of overwhelming stress was rushing back, and he needed someone or something to pull him out of it. “Anything... just something!” He begged. "Please...!"

ooc; your post was fine. I hope mine wasn't too dramatic! lol