this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
the money in his pocket, was burning a hole in his stomach. god, the food bello could buy ... and technically it was all free! the clothes he had on, the bed he woke up in, the FACE he was wearing ... none of it was his.
that morning had been a roller coaster of emotions. the night prior was not unusual. bello had gotten home after a long day of sinning (the duty of all loyal silvertongue coven members). there was a rotisserie chicken he'd picked up on the way to his apartment for dinner. on the way in the door bello slipped some of his day's earnings into a large jar. he sat at his two-in-one desk and dining room table. it was pushed against the wall to take up less space. also, he only had one chair. facing him on the table was a picture of his family and a tin of cookies his mother had sent. bessie laid on an unfortunate looking bean bag. the purifier ate himself into a food coma and passed out like a stone. notably, he had no night terrors.
opening his eyes the next day, bello didn't know where the fuck he was. this was not the worn mattress he was used to and his grandmother's quilt was no where in sight. despite his confusion, he was comfortable. warm blankets and fluffy pillows swaddled him. his body felt lighter. it had been years since bello had felt this small. he felt 12 again. getting up to investigate, bello was horrified. purple hair, yellow eyes, and a generally wimpy demeanor ... he was corvus? this had to be fixed.
not bothering to change out of the fuzzy pajamas he'd woken up in, bello had made his way back to his home. if he'd woken up as corvus ... perhaps corvus had woken up as him? his studio apartment was in a decent area of the sundial. it was expensive and tiny, not his taste. mama okoro had made him move somewhere "respectable". she said it was already too much on her nerves with him being away, she at least needed to know that her oldest boy was safe. this was wishful thinking, considering bello's line of work ... not that he would ever tell his family about that. bello knocked loudly. no response. "hello? hello."
there was a key on top of the door way. it took a moment to feel around for it before he could let himself in. "hey idiot, wake up." there in his bed, was his glorious muscled body. the idea that someone as useless as corvus was joy riding in it ... well, it really pissed him off. entering the single room, bello planted a slippered foot firmly on what was his own butt.
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He’d woken up cold, naked almost. The weight of wooly blankets and thick sheets traded over for a..cooler set up in bed. He woke up with the taste of chicken in his mouth and drool off the side of his cheek. He shivered, pausing to note he hadn’t needed to kick off his sheets. Had maddox rothscus ✨ stolen them in the middle of the night? Unlikely. That more of a Billy Kasparian kind of thing to do. Something wasn’t right. The lighting was different, the temperature was different ( duh ), and he didn’t recognize the only thing still given warmth. It was soft, and pretty but it was a well-worn kind of softness. Not the rugged, almost scratchy texture like the wool that so often kept him bundled up hot. As he took in his surroundings, he began to feel a bit of panic. Was he dreaming?? Felt too real for that. No something else. [break][break]
Corvus stumbled out of bed feeling almost whoozy as he stood up. Was he floating? No this was a different feeling. He was definitely ground. A look at his hands revealed cracked, callousness from year of work. One on particular…kind of stung but it felt itchy to him. Money, he thought. Money incoming. He stuck hand in his shirt doing his best to scratch his own palm with his fingers while he looked around for a bathroom. After stumbling along, almost hitting himself on the top of a doorframe he found the mirror. He felt his stomach knot as he saw who was reflected not particularly enjoying the implications of a) he was dreaming and b) he was dreaming about Bello. More specifically being Bello. Quite lucidly at that. His vision wasn’t that weird dreamy cloudiness where u could sort of make out the images but when you focused to hard you ended up seeing the backs of your eyelids. [break][break]
No this was sharp, bright. He could very clearly see his own- Bello’s own face. He’s not one to dwell on it too long. It had to be a dream. It couldn’t be real. And so, ignoring the urge to pee, Corvus made his way back to bed and pulled over the quilt over his…oversized body. Even when he curled up onto a ball the thing barely covered him up. Well whatever. Back to sleep. [break][break]
Except, his body refused to go to sleep. Possibly, most definitely, because of said urge to pee which was being suppressed by an even bigger urge to not imagine his friend’s genitalia. Still, the witch stubbornly stayed in bed, ready to force himself into sleep and hopefully into waking up like normal. He heard a loud knocking on the door. Nope, not happening. The witch didn’t move, squeezing his eyes shut and hiding his head under a pillow. This would all be over soon enough. [break][break]
He didn’t notice the shuffling at the door or the presence coming closer too busy counting sheep silently. He does flinch at the voice- his voice ordering him to wake up. When he doesn’t move, he felt a small hit on his ass and finally deigned to quietly pull the pillow off his head and look at his guest. “Um.” He began, eyes wide as he took in his own body, still in his loose pajamas that made him look even skinnier than he was with how much they hung off of him. “Good…good morning?” he asked not sure how to process the deepness of his own voice now. “How’s it going…?” he added, eyes darting to the door and around the room for signs that the dream was going off the rails. He usually woke up around then. Though it was starting to become clear that this was his reality now.
even with a completely different set of facial features, bello manages to look equal parts stoic and condescending. "shit, i dunno ... how's it going?" he lifts his slippered foot only to stomp it back down again, "is that really what the fuck you wanna ask me?" the witch is enraged. he did not trek all the way over here for casual conversation. he came over here to fix the obvious. bello pulls angrily at the soft pajamas. "does THIS look okay to you?" honestly, they were comfortable, but that was besides the point. the stupid, deer in the headlights look on his own face ... it had to be corvus in there.
he struggles to resist the urge to jack corvus up. from what he knows, and currently feels, corvus is weak. bello doesn't think he truly stands a chance against his well oiled machine of a body. walking around the mattress, bello puts his hand into familiar dark locks. it pains him to treat his body this way. he pulls, turning the head so there is no choice but for the two of them to lock eyes. "you in there corvus? huh?" bello squints. he has no idea how they've gotten into this situation but he is inclined to blame it completely on his coven mate. it wasn't like he would've done this to himself. besides, corvus was an illusionist after all. though bello wasn't sure what he would get out of a childish trick like this.
it's hard to stay angry when bello is looking at his own face. while he was not outwardly vain, his appearance had always been a source of pride for him. the way he'd taught his body over the years, it was a fine tool. occupying something so soft and useless was a slap in the face. "cause i'm stuck in this stupid skin suit." bello thinks if he was alone, he might cry. he sends a silent prayer that this can all be fixed soon.
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While he had no indication to believe they had….become each other, the expression his body wore and the way he was quick to angrily outburst first thing iin the morning clearly set off alarm bells in his head. Oh that was definitely Bello in his body. He refrained from stating the obvious, that the pajamas Bello was currently wearing were his favorite and he would appreciate it if the guy didn’t yank on them. He might’ve ended up in a worse situation if he did as the smaller witch stormed to his side and yanked his head around like a distracted pup. His hand moved to grip Bello’s wrist and he clamps down like a vice. A little too hard before he eases up as he realized he could be hurting himself in the long run. His face scrunched up not particularly please at having his skull yanked at and being nose to nose with a pissed of farm boy. [break][break]
“Y-Yeah! S’me Bello!” he answered quickly, not one to draw things out. Even in Bello’s body, he was still very much afraid of the bigger witch. Mostly because he did things like this first thing in the morning. Then again, as he had learned before, Bello had a habit of lashing out for anything really. Corvus just had the even worse habit of being within range of it. “Listen- that’s good! At least its not total strangers running around like us.” He offered trying to ease over the prickly tone Bello had taken with him. Prickly being a very kind, unnecessary rationalization in Corvus’ mind. [break][break]
His face scrunched up together into a frown as he tried to think the whole situation through. “I- I’m not sure what’s happening but honestly I just wanted to go back to sleep and wake up.” From this nightmare. But he kept that part to himself not wanting to offend Bello. After all, most would be thrilled to inhabit the body of a strong young man. It was all the benefits of being a hard-working athlete, with none of the work. Most would think it was fun. Corvus just felt increasingly inadequate. And though this was the first-time switching bodies with someone he could still feel the athleticism he lacked. These hands, the height…the inherent strength tied into every fiber of Bello’s being. His expression seemed to darken for a moment, mouth tightening into a thin line and eyebrows scrunching together. Was this was it was like to be the heir? Bello lacked magical control but that came with practice, and patience. He would get there eventually and then what? [break][break]
Was this what it felt like? He wasn’t even tasting the full extent of that kind of strength, but he was already, very much, leagues behind. The thought burrows into his chest, gnaws at his lungs, and his vision blurs for a moment before Philippe snaps. “Corvus.” The familiar growled, hackles raised. A grey, very angry looking cow stood before the bed. Philippe had materialized after attempting to keep Corvus’ attention and being blocked out of the boy’s mind completely. “You need to figure out why this has happened- Why we are like this.” Philippe continued keeping his witch focused with one stomp of his hoof on the floor. “And for the Gods’ sake have some pride in yourself.” He added, almost tiredly like this was something that he said often. Like this was something he had to remind his other half constantly. There is something else exchanged in the way the cow seems to glare at his witch and how quietly Corvus processes it before letting go of Bello’s wrist. “You could’ve at least put on clothes before you rushed over.” He murmured, focusing again on his companion. “Let’s get to the coven, surely someone can figure out what’s happened.”
he feels the large hand tighten on his wrist, it takes a second before corvus realizes the force of his grip. this guy had no idea what he was doing. hopefully he adjusted to the size difference easily. otherwise bello was sure to be covered in bruises by the time he got his body back. he lets out a deep sigh. as the anger leaves his body, he loosens his grip on corvus. letting him go entirely, his shoulders droop. "oh, well ... yah. i guess yer right." he'd not truly considered the situation, outside of waiting it to stop. if he'd woken up as a complete stranger, bello wasn't sure what he would've done. gone home the same probably and hoped for the best. still, this small grace was suspicious. this chaos couldn't have been random. why else would he be in the body of someone he knew so well?
he purses his lips. go back to sleep? corvus wanted to go back to sleep in a time like this? what kind of avoidant wishful thinking was this? bello is aghast at the other witch's irresponsibility. "well, when we switch back you can sleep in your womanly bed all you want." growing up on a farm, the purifier was spartan in many ways. the excessive bedding corvus preferred was feminine in his opinion. all the fluff and soft fabrics were unnecessary.
going to the coven may have the been best idea the had. bello was apprehensive regardless. he wasn't too keen on being seen as corvus. their coven mates did not extend much respect to the witch. bello, refused to be on the receiving end of bad treatment no matter whose body he was wearing. he may have been significantly weaker than he was used to, but a punch was a punch. bello had enough will to make it hurt. "well, clothes weren't the first thing on my mind this morning. besides, i don't wanna wear anything you got." bello had no sense of style but he knew it wasn't the same as corvus'.
"oh man fuck." this cow, is not his cow. it appears to be corvus' cow, well his familiar as a cow. this body swap situation had gone beyond just the two witches. bello thinks it best to see bessie there in the real, to analyze the damage of the situation. the thing is, he truly doesn't want to. the man feels woozy. his sweet girl caught up in all this mess? was there no justice in the world? on second thought maybe corvus was right. they should just go back to bed. there was probably some spell or incantation they could do. maybe it was as simple as holding hands and closing their eyes. "i don't feel so good."
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Corvus sighed through his nose, which in Bello’s body probably made it look like he was angrily flaring his nostrils. He’d managed to bring Bello down an emotional peg or two at least. “It’s not womanly, it’s warm.” He was used to searing heights, broken earth, and seas of sand even if all he did was look at them from his family’s Garden of Eden. He frowned, half annoyed half understanding. On the one hand yeah, this experience was probably jarring to a witch that looked down on him. On the other, he couldn’t just wander around in pajamas all day. “What’s wrong with what I wear?” he asked indignantly before gesturing at him. “It’s not like your clothes are going to fit you anyway.” He added gesturing at his own body. His chest was three sized too slim for starters. “We’re getting you clothes.” He said with exasperation, dismissing the whole thing entirely. He wasn’t about to let Bello walk around in his favorite pair of sleep clothes. [break][break]
He stood up debating whether or not to pat Philippe but he doubted he would enjoy it at the moment. Not when his beautiful flying form was replaced with a cow body he couldn’t quite control well enough. “Why don’t you sit down for a moment and I’ll…ignore the urge to pee and get changed.” Corvus said, not moving to help the other witch down for fear of getting his again. However, before he walked away he eyed the other with suspiciously. “You haven’t…tried using my magic yet have you?” he asked as he tilted his head, and scratching his palm again, forgetting to shove it into his shirt. Better not, Bello might make fun of him for it. [break][break]
Philippe seemed to huff, but instead of aggressively following Corvus to nitpick at him he stood where he was uncertain how to move his heavy body now. And then a moment later, the cow is gone, too uncomfortable and unwilling to deal with the current swap. At least he could wait it out without having to stumble around in a body not his own. Corvus meanwhile too his sweet time trying to cloth himself and not bump into the little furniture present.
bello laughed. he hadn't meant anything he'd said as an insult. though, he never did. his insensitive nature often caused people to "misinterpret" him. "i didn't say anything was wrong with what you wear. if you want to look like that, well its on you." he shrugged. the pajamas weren't something bello would pick on his on but they were comfortable. "i don't see what's wrong with being in these?" he ran his hand over the shirt in a half-attempt to smooth out the wrinkles. while earlier he'd been adamantly against the pajamas, he was even more adamant against taking a detour. what did looking a little silly matter during a crisis? corvus was not about to steer them off course.
corvus stands up and bello eyes his body. this was different than a mirror, realer. "oh, what your gonna put more clothes on? you look good." he took a step closer to corvus, to appraise himself. he couldn't help feeling that he was getting the short end of the stick in this situation. god he was a stallion. with each passing second he grew more appreciative of his family's genetics. the okoros were hard working, hardy people. at home, bello didn't seem abnormal at all. just one of many large farmers.
"oh, no. didn't think i could do that. not sure i want to." trying to use another witch's magic seemed ... like something that would be quick to backfire. he wasn't sure if he could manage corvus' ability. his own magic was something he had questionable control over to begin with. "i mean, how do we even know if this whole body swap situation works like that?" was magic not tied to who they were, with or without their bodies? the same way their familiars were? after all corvus still had phillipe, even if he wasn't in the right body either. bello notices the cow disappear and he doesn't blame him. if he could become just his mind until all this got sorted out, he would. "we should go straight to the coven, no point in taking an unnecessary detour."
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“You aren’t even wearing shoes, Bello! Those are pajamas.” Corvus retorted quickly. Maybe it was because he wasn’t in his own body that he didn’t care, but Corvus sure as hell did. He didn’t want to be seen outside his home in his favorite pajamas. He already got enough from the other members of Silvertongue, he didn’t need more of this just because Bello didn’t feel like wearing proper clothes. “Yes, people can’t just walk around with underwear. Do you want me to get arrested for public indecency?” Corvus asked as he simply grabbed Bello’s clothes form the night before and began sliding on jeans and then his shirt. [break][break]
Now to grab his shoes. Boots right? He thought he’d seen that somewhere on his stumble to the bathroom earlier. As he clothes himself, he shrugged a little. Well, he mostly wanted to make sure any shenanigans Bello might get up to in his body were kept to a minimum but also. “I dunno, I wanted to see if your control of my body is like your level and mine’s my level? You’re a purifier right? I would’ve tried to see what’s wrong with us if you have the ability to.” He supposed though that Bello’s apprehension was valid. After all what if something weird happened while using his body? Better not break an arm while they were swapped. Who knows what Bello would try on his body. Hopefully not a lot considering he would feel the initial brunt of it. [break][break]
“It’s an easy enough route back to my place. You are putting on Real Clothes, Bello.” He asserted as laced up a pair of working boots on his feet. “Besides, my cousin is a more powerful purifier than you. He might be able to look into what’s happening to us.”
he just scoffs. shoes this, clothes that, it was like no matter what all corvus did was nag. if it was not obvious, bello was not a law man. he had no regard for authority in general and was definitely not concerned with the legality of things. that was the thing about the city, so many people and so many rules. the witch missed being on his own land, listening to no one. "i'd be the one getting arrested." bello shrugs nonchalantly. "besides ain't you an illusionist? you can't just pretend us some clothes?" he wiggles his toes, hands shoved into his pants. it was sure nice to have pajamas with pockets. in case you needed to take your wallet to bed.
corvus pulls yesterday's outfit off the floor and puts it on... without even doing a smell check. "okay ... you don't wanna go outside naked but yer gonna wear my dirty clothes? yr sick corvus." if corvus is gonna put his foot down about pajamas, bello felt more than justified putting his foot down about this. it was not like they were 'lightly worn'. he was an active guy. even when he didn't set out to do anything, bello did something. the combination of his regular activities led to the accumulation of blood, sweat, and food stains. lately he'd been trying to wear only dark colors ... but that shirt was light grey, or maybe white? sure. the witch wasn't the flashiest but he was by no means a slob. "i got clean clothes for christ's sake. what kinda guy do you think i am?" the back of his hand was against his hip, rolling the rest of his hand into a loose fist.
he's embarrassed at corvus' logic ... bello was a purifier. this should have been right up his alley, and yet here he was standing around useless. the witch cannot think to respond before corvus is rattling on about going to back to his place and oh, his cousin is a better purifier anyways. bello throws his hands up and sighs. "whatever you want princess." easier to let corvus get his way for now and get on with the day. "lets get back to the castle." bello steps towards the door, holding it open for corvus to step out of the apartment.
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“Bello, I’m in your body. Are you an illusionist?” Corvus returned, feeling uncomfortable enough. He kind of wanted to use the bathroom and also brush his teeth but this situation was pretty serious already. Before he can finish getting dressed however, Bello is protesting his choice in clothing. And honestly…he’s a little grateful because he can smell himself o the fabric. Still, he felt a little more mouthy, probably because he was in Bello’s body and therefore it was less likely Bello would try to harm him. Probably. “Because going out in dirty clothes is the same thing as walking outside naked?” [break][break]
He had worn the witch down enough but Corvus is already shirtless again quickly throwing off sweaty, cotton and moving around to reach for something clean within Bello’s closet. “Thank you, kind sir.” He called back in a tone so sickly sweet, he wanted to immediately forget he had said it with Bello’s voice. It took a little longer than he’d meant to, as Corvus fumbled around trying to get dressed quickly and make sure Bello didn’t just ditch him to solve the problem on his own. [break][break]
Feeling decent enough despite existing in another man’s body, he moved to exit glancing around wondering if he’d forgotten anything and giving himself a last chance to really, really wake up from this weird nightmare. Nothing after 5 seconds of squeezing his eyes shut. Great. “You didn’t see anyone awake when you left my place?” While he did have an extremely magically competent family it was quite another matter entirely to find them consistently. Zephyr he could find pretty often, and his uncle seemed to run a routine but the others. Billy and Siobhan could be at their coven or harassing people on missions. Maddox? He could literally be anywhere in the city having very little routine or proper sleep habits. He didn’t know if that guy ever really slept or if he just made it a habit of sleeping somewhere new every night. [break][break]
Regardless, even if the guy wasn’t around at least Corvus wouldn’t be forced to watch himself get beat up for wearing kitty pajamas.
they'd literally just discussed this. how quick the witch was to forget. none of this made sense. bello pursed his lips in frustration. was he an illusionist? the logistics of this whole thing was making his brain swim. in his own body, bello's anxiety works to his advantage. he is stoic and intimidating. as corvus, he looks wound up unreasonably tight and angry in a loud, frantic way. he looks like he needs 5 espresso shots to function and is still late to everything. "are you an illusionist?" he mutters to himself, his voice high and mocking.
he hears corvus' question and ignores it. logic was not the point. the point was for corvus to listen to him. its a relief when the other man reappears in clean clothes. "corvus...", his face is straight. bello makes an attempt to whistle but it falls short. he's not entirely used to this new set of lips. "don't let this get to yr head, but yr looking pretty hot today babe." the smile stutters on his face as bello attempts to hold back laughter. the expression on his face is truly mischievous. he's unreasonably proud over his joke. "when you look like that, people wouldn't mind if you went out naked."
bello tries to recall the morning. the body swap was so much to deal with, it seemed every moment up until now was a blur. did he see anyone? it wasn't as if bello would have known who anyone was. did corvus have a morning routine? he supposed it was a bit suspicious for him to have rushed out of the house still in these pajamas. "uhhhh ... i dunno. maybe someone saw me?" he responds. he lived alone with his familiar. it had a been a while since he'd been a part of a full household. the witch was out of sync when it came to cohabitation. besides that, he didn't wanna talk to any of corvus' family. that would of been a quick way to make a sticky situation worse. "listen, don't worry about it. lets just go." the frustration comes out in his tone. bello seems angrier than necessary but what else was new.
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Corvus is quick to grimace at his coven mate, not impressed in the slightest with Bello’s vanity. Not that it wasn’t’ well deserved, he definitely felt great being a giant compared to how short he usually was but…now wasn’t the time. “Don’t call me babe in my body please.” He replied quietly. “You really just want me to run away from cops, don’t you?” he added as they made their way out into public again. He took a moment to orient himself, glancing around at Bello’s area and trying to figure out how to get back to him home from there. If they could get onto a main street it’d be easy enough, and form there they could stroll towards some elluvians and appear at their coven. [break][break]
“I wonder if we got cursed as a coven? Like the Jester’s Den did something.” He wondered out loud. If that were the case Billy and Siobhan would have some sort of clue or information. That is, if he could track down any of them at all. Then again if it was coven wide, heading out to Silvertongue really was the smartest thing to do. “We can’t be the only ones like this you know.” He continued before rationalizing his thoughts to the other witch.[break][break]
“We’re not really high-ranking witches, and while inconvenient it’s not earth shatteringly bad, this swap.” It just kind of felt random. Like it wasn’t completely thought out. Their magical defenses may be a bit messed up, but in a pinch, he was sure the mana control would show up through sheer force of will. Everything seemed normal enough too as he looked around. Still, it was more comforting to believe this was something that affected more than just them versus the alternative. That he and Bello, or more than likely, Corvus had been personally targeted for a really long, really horrible prank. That wasn’t a possibility he wanted to believe, but then again, he was incredibly easy to target. Not that he did much about it but smile and laugh. “Oh! I know where we are now!” he exclaimed, perking up as they turned onto the street. “Right, my place is easy to track now.” He said, smiling down at Bello. He had to stay optimistic. Baby steps.
"okay, i'll wait until we switch back then." he cast corvus a glance out of the corner of his eye. no one amused him as much as he did himself.
stepping out into the world was discomforting. at least within the confines of his apartment bello could pretend things were relatively normal. on the outside he was a victim to passerby's perceptions. it was arguable how much of his true self was perceived even when he was in the proper body. this however was too much. even the air felt wrong against his skin.
the whole coven cursed? bello considers the idea but its almost blasphemous. silvertongue was not a group of witches to be toyed with. any group of witches powerful and bold enough to do such a thing surely had a masochistic streak. the idea of another established coven doing this seemed even more foolish. "uhhh man i dunno about all that." he grumbles. the idea of the whole coven falling victim to whatever ailed them provided a dizzying cocktail of comfort and terror. "its best if we just don't think about it too hard." he finally concedes. they knew nothing so far and until they did it seemed best not to speculate.
bello cannot help but laughing. corvus was right. even within their coven it didn't make sense for them to be targeted. how were they in all of this. "being inconvenienced is enough for me." he didn't care about anyone else. lucky them if they got to wake up the same as every day. this was, on an individual scale, earth shattering no matter what corvus said.
he perked up as corvus found his bearings. bello was trying to be hopeful but he felt in his stomach that switching back wouldn't be an easy process. "okay then cowboy, take the lead." the witch's stomach growled, loud and undeniable. for once food could wait, couldn't it? when was the last time corvus ate anyways? he thought fondly of previous night's dinner. what he wouldn't do to have some chicken in his stomach now.
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Corvus shrugged, still rationalizing as it made him feel better. “Maybe once we get to HQ there’ll be a line of like…reverse body swap services or something.” Or maybe it was a huge illusion. Though, it felt to real to be an illusion. Something intrinsically them had been pulled out and put into a different vessel. That sounded kind of scary. What if he had been put into the body of a pig about to be butchered or something? Hopefully it only worked with witch to witch. Anyway, that was a big IF and he was currently living in the reality in which that hadn’t happened. No use in worrying about it now. “Either way, we’ll get this fixed somehow. Maybe I can help you figure it out. You’re a purifier, right? Reversing curses is, like, your thing.” The boy offered as they continued moving, taking corners and skidding through alleyways for quicker movement. They were in a hurry. [break][break]
As he spotted the familiar home attached to a forge, he picked up speed, sprinting towards the front door. “Hello! Who’s ho-!” the witch would cry out as he opened the door only to be yanked away from the door and slammed roughly into the hardwood floor of the interior. It rattled the furniture a bit and definitely knocked the wind out of him. “W-Wait-!” he wheezed, his voice barely coming out as he heard a deep growling as one, shadow beast slowly crept out of the hallway leading to his room. There was pressure on his body as the shadowy tendril pressed him forward only to pause in his threats, sniffing the air and moving towards the entrance carefully. [break][break]
The old dog, with a spiked collar and a little pink heart dangling from it moved towards Bello, sniffing at him with concern before moving to stand by the witch’s side defensively. Corvus, who had already started to try to get up was immediately slammed back down onto the ground. While not as bad as the first time, it was certainly demeaning. “Call- Call him off Bello!” he yelled as the wolf pressed him down on the ground to subdue him.
