I'll take your place behind the mask || demonic feral

He couldn't tell if it was the freaked out animals that got his attention, or the scent of blood. But either way, with Icarus being the subject of many a frightened whisper, DevilDog was a little concerned. The large hellhound carefully loped over to where he assumed Icarus was, and sniffed. Blood. A stench he knew all too well. It hounded his memory. Slowly, he spoke. "Icarus? That you, buddy? You, uh... you doin' alright?"

[glow=black,2,300]— [abbr=Hellhound, Blind, Omnisexual]❖[/abbr] —[/glow]