08-19-2018, 07:04 PM
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It seemed not to matter he was a fighter, body honed to a point it seemed muscle clung to bone and no fat padded it, baring only minimal scars from those few who had slipped through, gotten tooth or claw upon him, this was new. Dangerous. Then it spoke. There was no tone of anger within the voice, lilting as it offered inquiries not barked orders at him, faint whine rising from him as body did the same, head tilting some as he watched it. Brief was the want to bite into the other, feel skin tear beneath his teeth, when it thought to approach, voicing his displeasure with such in another low growl, less a sound of menace but warning, pulling away when it spoke directly into his ear.
Join. What was here if not just a building left abandoned, shelter for a single night. Brow furrowed and for a time Deval only looked at the manticore, unsure exactly what they were asking of him. Never had the news reached him that groups had formed, found their own land and set about borders, the scent of so many others doing little to ward him off, uncaring to the act of trespassing, simply seeking something and moving to take it for himself. Head dipped briefly in what seemed a nod though it was a hesitant move, unease present in a body held tight, and then there were three.
Smaller than the rest, familiar to the canine, and harbouring no real threat. Brief with the flick of the gaze towards the calico, taking in the small stature of the feline, offering no words as these others had.
It seemed not to matter he was a fighter, body honed to a point it seemed muscle clung to bone and no fat padded it, baring only minimal scars from those few who had slipped through, gotten tooth or claw upon him, this was new. Dangerous. Then it spoke. There was no tone of anger within the voice, lilting as it offered inquiries not barked orders at him, faint whine rising from him as body did the same, head tilting some as he watched it. Brief was the want to bite into the other, feel skin tear beneath his teeth, when it thought to approach, voicing his displeasure with such in another low growl, less a sound of menace but warning, pulling away when it spoke directly into his ear.
Join. What was here if not just a building left abandoned, shelter for a single night. Brow furrowed and for a time Deval only looked at the manticore, unsure exactly what they were asking of him. Never had the news reached him that groups had formed, found their own land and set about borders, the scent of so many others doing little to ward him off, uncaring to the act of trespassing, simply seeking something and moving to take it for himself. Head dipped briefly in what seemed a nod though it was a hesitant move, unease present in a body held tight, and then there were three.
Smaller than the rest, familiar to the canine, and harbouring no real threat. Brief with the flick of the gaze towards the calico, taking in the small stature of the feline, offering no words as these others had.
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THOUGHT GASOLINE WAS ON MY CLOTHES
AKITA. TRAINEE OF THE ROSEBLOODS. TAGS..
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