Warnings: People that have animal parts.
Disclaimer: I do not own FFVII or its characters. I make no money from this fiction.
Summary: It was a weird pack.
A/N: Written from prompt: Genesis/Angeal/Sephiroth/Zack: Ears&Tails - Zack: "It was a weird pack, what with only one wolf and all. But they got on pretty good, and I know they agreed on me, if almost nothin' else."
It was a weird pack, what with only one wolf and all. But they got on pretty good, and I know they agreed on me, if almost nothin' else.
They were all antisocial by nature. Hojo had made them that way, what with all the genetic bullshit he had done to them. To me. He combined us, our very beings, with the greatest hunters on the planet.
The 'Puppy' nickname was now so ironic it wasn't funny anymore. I had ears and a tail. A big, fluffy fucking tail. It was a pain in the ass. Sometimes literally if I sat on it. The ears though, those were admittedly pretty fucking adorable. Especially since I had mastered the art of tilting my head and letting one he flop while the other stayed erect. Not even Turks could tell me no.
We couldn't decide what type of big cat Sephiroth had been crossed with. Maybe a little of all of them. His eyes were now slit down the middle, and the elegant white ears were almost hidden by the silky strands of snowy hair. I was sad that Sephiroth didn't have a tail, too. Maybe he would grow one later. I really, really wanted to see if the fur would be as soft there as it was on his ears. That, and I couldn't help but joke about the dog chasing the cat up the tree. He was not amused.
Genesis, as insane as he was, is more nutso now than ever. A Cooper's Hawk they called it, the type of bird that he was blended with. I watched some videos about them, trying to find out more about what Genesis had become. Those fuckers were stark raving mad. Faster than all fuck, but their maneuverability combined with their speed was what Hojo was going for. I don't think he accounted for the whole batshit insane thing. He seemed calmer, however, when he was around me. The agitated crest would smooth, his head would stop darting erratically, and he would settle quietly…at least for a little while.
Angeal was now modeled after another bird of prey. Great Horned Owl. Stoic as always, but one hell of a temper once riled. Whereas before the…changes Angeal had a good measure of restraint. He knew when to back down, knew when a fight wasn't worth it. Now…he had no fear. Still calm and stoic, but no fear. Therefore, his rationality was down the shitter. It was up to the wolf to steer the pack away from dangerous situations. The fluffy head tufts though, those were freaking adorable. For the longest time, he didn't know that they would lift straight into the air when he was interested…or aroused. He fought so hard to keep them hidden and slicked down into his hair. It just made it that much cuter when they popped up randomly.
Birds, dogs, and cats. I thought that we would have a hard time staying together, considering. Packs were a wolf thing, not a cat or a bird thing. Something about them, their new natures, went against natural instincts to bring us together.
I couldn't have been happier.
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