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Mathias was....well, confused was one word to describe it, and probably the most apt. He was glad to be back to Amity, to have woken up from that odd world of shadows and lost memories, of legacies, of weapons and strange foes. For most of his time in that place, he had been nothing but a silhouette of his actual self, and his behavior in that period was well....quite embarrassing.

Restless, Mathias found that he could no longer stand to be in his den any longer, and in an attempt not to think about it too much, had gone out onto the school grounds for a walk, a chance to stretch his legs a bit and work off some pent up energy. He considered changing into his natural form, but only briefly, as he was at least conscientious enough to realize that in a school with so many predators, his small and admittedly, probably quite delicious looking natural state might be a hazardous form to take.

So he had to just make due with the slightly uncomfortable two legged form he was forced into, and he did so by deciding to go for a bit of a light, early morning jog. He had doffed his boots and left them back in his dorm room, allowing his furred and slightly large sized feet the freedom to slap against pavement, stone, grass, dirt...whatever he chose, really, his black claws digging into the earth where they were able and kicking up light clouds of dust behind him, his body instinctively aiming to place him on more natural ground.

He had actually been at it for some time when he decided he no longer wished to be in student form, no matter what the risks, and taking off his pin allowed himself to shrink down in size, leaving in the place of the student a small, tan and grey bunny with wings tucked in against his back, red eyes half lidded as he enjoyed the warmth of the pumpkin sun against his fur.

Suddenly ears twitched and swiveled, and eyes opened slightly wider. A sound! His nose wiggled a bit as he craned his head upwards slightly, sniffing at the air. Mmmmmm, grasshopper! He realized in that moment that he was actually quite hungry, his mouth watering for food, his instincts to hunt kicking in. He used nothing more then his senses, which had honed in on the sounds of the grasshopper as it approached and somehow completely missed that it was being followed by something significantly larger.

Ghosts were ninja's, obviously.

He suddenly sprung out of the long grass that surrounded him, red eyes alight with hunger, aiming to capture the grasshopper between his clawed front feet if he was so capable of doing so.

Mathias was intent on capturing his prey, so much so that even after leaping out of the grass, in plain sight, his eyes locked on it's target, he still didn't quite notice the ghost boil that was also in pursuit of the grasshopper. It wasn't until the squeak, a sound that had his ears shifting towards it in surprise, his red gaze lifting, and his mouth, which had been opened just slightly to reveal fanged teeth, snapping shut, that he finally noticed that he wasn't alone.

Grasshoppers didn't squeak.

Apparently Jove did.

Surprised and a little bit flustered, the wolpertinger landed in a very ungraceful manner, one that had him tripping over feet and face planting so that he was caught with his fluffy rabbit behind up in the air, and his wings spread behind him. He let out a soft, grumbling growl, eyes closed, and very much not wanting to open them again anytime soon because how embarrassing.

Almost as embarrassing as skipping about like a child capturing shining, floating objects. That memory in particular he wished he had forgotten, instead of other things.

Wings folding in behind him, he pushed himself back up to his feet, proceeding to stand on hind legs, silvery and tan mixed fur covered in dirt from his tumble, then with an inward sigh, he fell back to four legs and hopped forward to see if Jove was okay, shoving aside the other things, the alternate world things, that he didn't wish to focus on. He didn't know if the ghost boil considered him a friend or not, but he at least wanted to make sure he wasn't hurt.

Was Jove...blushing? It took the wolpertinger back a bit, his own cheeks warm but conveniently hidden by silver and tan mixed fur. It was at least a tiny bit comforting to know that they were both adequately embarrassed by what had just occurred, and he took it to mean that the other boil hadn't been hurt in anyway.

But still, just to be sure, he took another hop forward, then lifted up a front foot to set on Jove's knee, then leaned up towards him, nose wiggling as he sniffed around for...something. Blood ,perhaps. He used his eyes to look the other boil over as well, but no injuries were apparent.

He also noticed that Jove really didn't smell like anything, Jove why didn't you smell like anything? His nose wrinkled up and he flopped back down, removing his foot and narrowing his eyes, ears twitching a little in a mix of confusion and irritation.

And then he rammed the other boil in the knee with his horned head.

Mathias was a little bit lucky at that moment that his head was quite hard and his skull quite thick when Jove's fist came bopping down on top of his head. It still hurt, and he still winced cringed down, his ears flattening back. His lip pulling back from his teeth, he let out a disgruntled growl. What the heck had that been for? His head butt had only been a friendly greeting! Or at least, as friendly as a greeting from Mathias in his natural form ever gave....

Maybe he just hadn't done it hard enough!

He headbutted Jove again.

Mathias wasn't sure what to expect after the second time he rammed himself against Jove with his forehead. He was hoping it wouldn't be met with another firm bop to his head, but he braced himself just in case, eyes squinting in preparation.

And then suddenly....Jove wasn't Jove anymore? Or well...he was, but he was small and fluffy and Mathias's eyes widened a little at the sight. He hadn't known that the ghost boil could do that! Though really, he had wondered about the tail and ears a little bit.

A foxfire. Just a pup, by the look of it, but Mathias was only an adolescent wolpertinger himself, with a bit (or hopefully quite a bit) of growing left to do.

He might have still been a little stunned and thus slow to respond when foxfire Jove darted forward and headbutted against him in return, an action that sent his underprepared self stumbling back from it, but his surprise quickly wore off as he realized the possibilities that could be born from them both being in smaller forms.

He attacked in retaliation, though in a mostly gentle and playful manner, launching himself at Jove and attempting to pin him down, only using his claws a little.

His attack a failure, Mathias felt his claws swiping through thin air, and possibly combing the barest edges of fluff, before Jove was away, darting around him in a speedy manner. His own kind were not slow, and were certainly agile enough despite wings that often got in the way, but a ghosts agility seemed to be a different thing altogether. Mathias jumped in place, spinning, attempting to follow his companions maneuvers, and might have lunged at him if it weren't for a paw that came straight for his face, giving him slap that instead of pulling away from, he snapped his teeth at, intent on catching it with at least one long fang.

This was in some ways both similar and very different from how he and his siblings might have played, though if his scars were any indication, things only started out playful for a short amount of time before becoming full out scraps. With this, though....it was like he didn't have to worry. Like he could have fun, and it could be a less aggressive and brutal kind of fun then he was more used to.

Unless, of course, Jove wanted it to get rough.

His teeth clamped down on a small paw, but it was hard for him to even tell how hard he should bite, considering there was very little to actually taste. Plus, he had a load of fluff in his face, a situation that only became worse when Jove barreled into him, blinding him completely.

And then suddenly needle like teeth were piercing into his ear, and he let out a small hiss of pain from around the paw he was still determined to hold on to, reflexively pulling as though to tear his ear away. His ears had scars like the rest of him did, in the form of fang like bite marks and thin lines provided by sharp claws. This was not an unfamiliar sensation by any means.

He sucked in a deep breath through his nose as best as he could amidst all of the wispy ghost fluff, and bit down harder on the paw.

Let it be a game of who could hold out the longest.