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he had only been playing with aesior, not meaning for things to come... this far. the other saw darkness, optics rolling far back-too far back and that stopped damion in his tracks. this wasn't good. he never intended for him to faint, only wanted to play with him and make things enjoyable for himself. he scrunched his nose in thought, a sigh slipping from his maw. tongue ran over teeth and jaws closed as the hellhound dropped to a crouch next to the unconscious tom. best wait for him to wake up.
a while later damion got bored and he did something he would have been beaten for. he got up and left. left the unconscious mute alone in the woods, the guard just simply up and walked away. how laughable.

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