[ The wolf struggles, thrashes under the unyielding pressure of Rokurou's weight and strength. He's being doubly attacked, both without from the daemon and within from the boy, clawing at their shared mindspace.
Inside, man and wolf are locked in a similar battle, wrestling without bodies. Yuri grasps at every hazy memory, everything that keeps him whole. The feeling of the Lower Quarter cobblestones beneath his feet; Flynn's flaxen hair in the sun; Karol's bravery and Estelle's books and the old man's rambling stories. Here, the closest thing to warmth he possesses: Six's quiet presence, the erune's ears twitching in tune to every sound; Rokurou's fierce gaze over blades and over cards; Alex's laugh while she cooks; Shinobu's smile while she dances, firelight licking her hair. All his bonds, the things that make him human.
His pack.
The thought shatters through Ozen, crystalizing ancient memories of summer pups, of hunting and stewardship. The wolf snaps back into himself, his own mind. Just like that, Yuri can feel it, the beginning of the end.
In the apartment, the body beneath Rokurou stills, the enormous canine shape folding, melting down, becoming a man again. The clothes are in tatters, Yuri's pale body gathered in Rokurou's arms, and when he blinks his eyes open, they're silver again. ]
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Inside, man and wolf are locked in a similar battle, wrestling without bodies. Yuri grasps at every hazy memory, everything that keeps him whole. The feeling of the Lower Quarter cobblestones beneath his feet; Flynn's flaxen hair in the sun; Karol's bravery and Estelle's books and the old man's rambling stories. Here, the closest thing to warmth he possesses: Six's quiet presence, the erune's ears twitching in tune to every sound; Rokurou's fierce gaze over blades and over cards; Alex's laugh while she cooks; Shinobu's smile while she dances, firelight licking her hair. All his bonds, the things that make him human.
His pack.
The thought shatters through Ozen, crystalizing ancient memories of summer pups, of hunting and stewardship. The wolf snaps back into himself, his own mind. Just like that, Yuri can feel it, the beginning of the end.
In the apartment, the body beneath Rokurou stills, the enormous canine shape folding, melting down, becoming a man again. The clothes are in tatters, Yuri's pale body gathered in Rokurou's arms, and when he blinks his eyes open, they're silver again. ]
Huh.
[ He looks up blearily at Rokurou, then grins. ]
I think we got him.
[ And promptly passes out. ]