<div class="floatright">(http://40.media.tumblr.com/cb53d8644e7870ad8a7092e2fa6f07d6/tumblr_nd6zb1ubBk1qzx74yo1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Corrin Arwi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13964542#msg13964542)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1st January, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>----<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>All~<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Corrin watched the sidhe’s reaction to Quinn’s findings with a slightly tilted head, but added the man’s number to his phone without comment, murmured a goodbye and followed the other pooka as she headed towards the car park, calling in the beast of a dog as she went.<br/><br/>Corrin found himself watching the dog as he walked, feeling a stab of envy - not over its ownership or companion but just over how much<em>dog</em>it was. His own hound form was long and sleek, closer to a sighthound than anything, but he could see the power in Lilisa’s friend and he couldn’t help but feel... out done. Which was stupid, he was a Pooka, and not restricted to one form. Being himself was superior to being a dog! Yet why did that feel like a lie inside his own head?<br/><br/><em>Canine envy, fucking great</em>.<br/><br/>He managed to hold it in until they reached the car park, out of earshot of the Count. “Holy shit that dog is<em>the biggest thing I have ever seen</em>, how do you even have clothes not covered in seven inches of dog hair, I fucking wish I was that fluffy, damn!” The words spilled out of him, and he clearly wanted to play with the pupper, but was restraining himself. It looked like a painful effort of will.<br/><br/>“I feel so<em>small</em>and delicate next to him, like a teacup. I legitimately hate it!” his tone however, was pure delight. “Fuck me. Urgh, come on, focus. Murder, investigation, quest. Right. I shall gladly join you in your.... Military tank. Wow, what a steed.”<br/>