04-13-2021, 03:43 AM
"CALL ME MAVERICK"
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a pleasant smell entered his nostrils, they flared in eager response to the fear lingering heavily in the air. mixed with the scent of a fellow groupmate but damion was too distracted to care, tongue hanging limply out as his maw parted greedily. he enjoyed fear, it brought excitement to life. a gleam expanded his ringed pupils and his jaws split wider into a sinister grin.
aesior.
scent was sharp and clear, clear as the shuffling sound the other made as his paws brushed the leaves, fur touching foliage. damion knew the mute was fucked, wasn't like he could scream or anything. if aesior was a stranger or his now dead father the hellhound would've immediately attacked upon contact but this was no stranger. this was a friend. and friends don't kill each other, do they? don't they?
the head of the beast shook, rough laugh from wounded windpipe ringing through the air. breaths of the other coming heavy, jagged pants to signal fear to the larger predator. damion let his boner crack and snap as he stretched, languidly, mouth opening further and pooling venom to drip to the floor. "i see you!" taunting, teasing.
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