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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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damion was in the middle of his prayer when a quiet sneeze froze him and locked all the muscles in his body, rendering movements useless. as chaotic as his childhood had been he had always managed to be alone when he was praying, knowing safely that nobody else would disturb him due to the rest of his family being religious too. so he  wasn't used to  being disturbed. but he forced himself to carry on but found he could not. he relaxed, fur still standing on end, shaking out tight limbs and loosening them to activate them again. once he regained the ability to move and not freeze in shock he finished the prayer unbothered. if the other animal wanted to run, so be it. damion had a really honed sense of smell and was really good at tracking people, so even if the  intruder wanted to escape it would be too late anyways.
optics darkened as the last verse was whispered, jaws parting to reveal criss-crossed fangs that began dripping with saliva. venom formed in the groove of his nose, spilling past his lips and lighting up his entire  face with a twisted, eerie glow. "come out, come out, wherever you are!" the tone was soft, almost sing-songing: a trap to lure his prey in. he hadn't picked up a scent yet, but that was because he wasn't close enough. he knew the location of the animal if they were still there, he had heard the sneeze, he had yet to make his way over there still.

better not be his clanmate.

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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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oh the fear that was radiating off of the other was enough to satisfy damion's hunger for at least a few days despite him just having eaten. he could  see the other just as clear as aesior could see him. lifted a bony shoulder in a shrug, teeth dotting with venom. the first drop rolled gently and landed with an inaudible splat on the floor and he watched the mute flinch, claw tapping at his throat, chest heaving. all
all this he watched through interested optics. how much fear could he instill? the tom didn't seem to be able to move, and that took the thrill of the hunt away slightly. he liked when his prey ran. he enjoyed it. but aesior wasn't his prey. aesior couldn't be his prey. it was a sin to commit murder. he cast a glance skywards, sending a quick apology for the thought. but this was fun! he was having fun. he blamed it on his father, having warped damion's mind for so long that only scaring people as much as possible was okay, killing was a no-no but taunting, teasing was fine. as long as not a drop of blood was spilt it was fine even if the victim lost their mind.
damion shook out his fur, advanced closer to the panicking tom slowly.

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damion was visibly enjoying aesior cower in front of him. it was obvious to tell by the joyous swishing of his tail, breath coming in excited pants from parted jaws in contrast to short, panicked ones from the mute. he observed the brushed out fur, tail spread open and every pore spreading fear. all of it through cold, calculating optics, a gleaming smile on his exposed jaws the entire time. aesior seemed scared of his teeth, damion noted, eyes scanning the tom's body for any visibile marks- throat, chest, windpipe. click went the hound's mind as the pieces were put together, maw parting further only to allow a serpentine tongue dangle out.
the closer damion got the more aesior kept trembling, fat tears running silvery streaks through his fur. damion watched each one fall, keeping his gaze trained on aesiors' eyes, noticing it go glassy, hazy, the body tensing up as a movement was made. quick was the stab at his face, claws barely digging into his skin they were that sheathed. barely.
a few of his cheek furs snipped off and he watched them fall, his muzzle creasing as a raspy snarl burst forth from his own burnt throat. this was in hopes to stop him? near laughable. the snarl died into a bark of a laugh, the sound jarring through the clearing. he laughed, it felt nice, to let the sound ring free in the air. once in a while laughing wasn't a bad thing. especially when it enticed fear, drew scared whimpers from the victims. "wrong move, aesior." came the haunting voice, light, carefully curling up the words, accent barely hinting at his heritage.

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