THERE'S A SHARK IN THE WATER // MOON

[align=center][div style="width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 9.4pt; line-height: 1.4;"]He could feel him before he saw him. Faint tremors in the ground, a heartbeat tapping the canals of his ears. A new flood of saliva gushed in response, and he swallowed, alizarin bleeding into black eyes, adrenaline sending shocks of anticipation through his muscles. The large lion tensed, watching with an unwavering gaze as the leader sat, back to Gabriel's- no, Reaper's position. Reaper. He was Reaper, not some sentimental old man ruled by a weak heart, though it did have its uses, he supposed. Without it, his activation would never have been possible. The man had cared too much, then only enough to turn himself in, and from there, Reaper was born. He was not bound to affection like his cover was.

And so he launched out of cover, pinioned wings tight at his side. [color=white]Reaper attempted to bowl into Moon, tackle leading into a pin, claws at the lion's shoulders. "Pathetic little worm," he sneered, blood-stained teeth bared, while the rest of his mouths bit at the air desperately. Eight eyes focused on his prey, each flashing with hunger.
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