04-03-2021, 06:37 AM
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another day, salat time. the hellhound lifted his nose with a small hum, a smile forming on his maw as he shut his eyes and took in a breath of fresh air. he liked the smells of freshness, especially of nature after rain. he let a content expression settle on his scarred features and a soft sigh, his shoulders drooping as his muscles relaxed. salat was a very private moment, for him at least, had always been, and he really didn't like to be disturbed.
he had moved pretty far out away from camp solely for the purpose of not having anyone decide to barge into the intimate session, and stretched before kneeling down, muzzle nearly touching the dirt and scorched chest-fur brushing the grass. he began the song, rough voice now a soft, deep croon, almost trance-like.
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[member=3043]teef.[/member] [member=17246]aesior[/member]
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