It is a rather calm morning in the forest, the late spring brings fair weather with a gentle breeze shaking leaves on the branches. A treehouse lies hidden amongst the thick tree brush and plentiful vegetation that surrounds it. A young warlock rises from his bed, he has an ectomorph figure, being very lean and not too muscle-bound, but what he lacked in muscle he had in height. The man combed his fingers through his shoulder-length walnut hair, dark olive eyes analyzing the window. He shuffles across the room to a large, handcrafted bureau for his day clothes just as a red-tailed hawk comes flying in through the window. Seemingly ready to give its usual shrill wake-up call to the man, but to its surprise, he is already on his feet. The hawk's talons take hold of the sill which had visibly been used to the abuse by the many deep marks already adorning it. "Good morning, Ignatius." The man purrs giddily, only making his familiar roll their eyes "Yes, you got up on your own today, how brilliant of you, Flynt." He huffed and ruffled his feathers, clearly unimpressed with his now chuckling master. 

Flynt dresses and ties his hair back then signals for Ignatius to follow as he makes his way through the house to the parlor. Blackout curtains are hanging over the windows, helping evade as much light as possible for the creature that had curled up on the sofa. A pair of massive bat-like wings are easily able to engulf her body in such a position. Her flesh was unnaturally pale for any humanoid, harboring a soft gray undertone, it would be smooth and cool to the touch. Her ashy white hair is messy, going over her eyes while she tries to sleep the day away, however it could not manage to hide her pointed ears or the small horns that poke out of her skull. Small tusks force a shift in her jaw, parting her mouth just slightly while she slept. Her creator drapes a blanket over her, this quickly alerts the creature, its eyes flying open, showing off the bold mineral alloy color that consumes the orbs, there are no visible pupils to them. 

  She relaxes when she recognizes the being she deems most important. "Briar, take it easy, it is only me." This earned Flynt a slow nod from Briar, her sharp jawline making her look that much more rigid when she grit her teeth, a habit she had from the get-go. "I am sorry... I only wish to be ready for an intruder." The man heaves a sigh and slowly brushes hair from her face, she seems to lose her tension in minutes. "You do your job well, I have not shown any doubt in your abilities, have I?" Briar shook her head. "But I must serve my purpose, sir. I must protect you with my life, this leaves little downtime." Ignatius rests upon a perch near the sofa and does not coddle her, he sternly clarifies what Flynt will not bring himself to say. "Miss, we are aware of your dedication, but you must grow accustomed to your own master's presence to protect him. We can't have any accidents, he is powerful, but he is still a human, quite fragile compared to your kind." 

The grotesque suddenly feels heavy like the granite she was made from, weighed down from these unfamiliar negative feelings, the guilt of Ignatius' clear disappointment which she could only assume was shared with her creator. She is new to the world and still does not differentiate auras, she has much to learn and that familiar does not seem to want her to forget it, what is wrong with me? Briar wondered. These emotions make harsh energy overwhelm her, her flesh starts to harden, and spikes begin protruding from her body as she growls. "It's not of your concern, fowl!" Flynt cuts in between the two before Ignatius can make a snide remark, lightly setting a hand on the girl's head as he spoke to her mind, interjecting any other thoughts, grounding her. "Deep breaths. Ignatius only wishes to look out for me like you do, he is just miswording his thoughts." Briar's breathing was heavy, but she took her time, taking air in through her nose and releasing it out through her mouth. Her small tusks push out her jaw, steadying her once erratic pattern. 

After several long minutes of quiet, she relaxes again, her thorns retreating into her now plush skin as it lightens to its usual shade. Rough ash crumbles and flakes from her as she reverts to her less intimidating form. Briar mumbled an apology. "I'm sorry I grew hostile…" the hawk looked away as he begrudgingly accepted her apology. With everything settled Flynt leaves his familiar with the girl while he heads into the kitchen to make himself some breakfast. There is no speech between them, which is undoubtedly a fairly common occurrence between the two. 

Their master returns and is disappointed at the lack of energy in the room. Flynt sets his breakfast aside on a coffee table and takes Briar's hands, pulling her up to her feet. He begins leading her around the room in a waltz-like dance in an attempt to lift her spirits. The spontaneity elicits a bellowing laugh from the young grotesque as she attempts to follow all the spins and awkwardly match the footwork. The eccentricity only makes Ignatius all the more flabbergasted for that morning, he shakes his head with an obvious lack of understanding of such actions, especially from such a "beast" of a girl. At the end of the little show, the warlock seats his gargoyle back down and goes for his breakfast. "Iggy, I have yet to teach you how to have fun." The hawk puffs, hating the pet name and refuses to respond to him, making a smirk tug at Flynt's mouth. He looks at Briar, arching his brows, and signals to his familiar, "Was it something I said?" She smiles slightly and refuses to say a word, working Ignatius up even more. "You know damn well what you said. Address me properly." Flynt responds in faux surprise, "I see, my mistake."