Go ahead and burn it down Who: Madeleine and Zaviar Where: Zaviar's When: Waaaaaay too early in the morning
The world may well have ended for all that Zaviar knew and he would not have had anything to say about it until he woke up in tatters, the remains of his clothes, curled up at the base of a tree somewhere near the boundaries of Scarlet Oak. There was the taste of blood in his mouth and a hazed blur was all that he remembered of the majority of the day. As he lay there staring up at the sky he tried to remember what it was that had set off the mindless rampage that always came when he shifted into his hybrid form. Be it by his own free will, the influence of the full moon or because his emotional barrier had been effectively shattered by a sledgehammer he was always left with the same feeling: that of knowing nothing of a chunk of his life. And this time he realized that there had indeed been a very good reason for it. Pain had flared up, the side of his face was still a little sore, and there had been too much noise and all of the vibrations on top of the scent and taste of death... Zaviar could have handled all of that and still walked away if not for one simple bit of information.
He could not find Madeleine.
Pushing himself up off the ground, he inspected himself thoroughly as he always did when he came back to himself. Other than what felt like a healing burn on his face he seemed to be fine. There was blood, but it was dry and not even his own. Someone somewhere had been bitten, or killed, and yet again he had no idea of who it was or why he had done it. Zaviar also did not care. If they survived then they should be grateful and if they died then it did not matter, now did it? No. Madeleine is fine. It was not a hopeful thought so much as it was a fact and it was a fact because Zaviar determined that it needed to be so. Everyone else could have been torn into shreds and destroyed beyond recognition because of whatever it was that had happened at that march of the idiots and he would not have batted an eyelash. The redheaded fire elemental was another story though, and if not for the fact that his clothes were almost non-existent then it would have been to her house that he stumbled instead of his own. A change of clothes and then he could - 'ZAVIAR!' The intrusive thought was accompanied by a mad string of barking and scrabbling at the door he had not even reached yet. Had the dog turned into a worried old woman to react like this? 'We were-' Zaviar closed the thoughts out and drew in a deep breath after he used the hide-a-key to open the door. Familiar scents and then the one that he had not been able to find in Ann Arbor before the anger at whoever was responsible had overwhelmed him. Madeleine.
Zaviar was not the sort to shout someone's name even if he was relieved to see them - he did not express himself that way - but when he saw Madeleine sitting on the couch... he actually let out a sigh of relief and ignored the dog that was jumping all around him. Knight needed to learn how to properly express his emotions. 'I'm glad to see you!' He was still barking. Staring at Madeleine for a moment longer, Zaviar walked over to the answering machine that was blinking red at him and pressed 'play'. After listening to a few, which seemed to consist of the same emotion except for when there was just what he imagined to be the sound of fire and all from Madeleine's number, he looked back at Madeleine and drew in a deep breath, relishing her scent as much as the taste that went with it. "I couldn't find you." Knight had stopped barking and was sniffing at his leg, a spot of warm wetness causing Zaviar to jolt slightly when the dog started to lick the dry blood off.