01-12-2023, 09:59 PM
"CALL ME MAVERICK"
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the smell of blood drew damion like a moth to a flame. nostrils flaring and a greedy gleam in his optics he pushed his way through the bushes. "true shame you decide to chop things into tiny pieces instead of giving it to those who want to eat it." he drawled, a lazy smile on his maw. he didn't mean himself, of course. he could hunt plenty and he didn't have anyone to hunt for, so all the better for him. "why do you do that? cut things up if you haven't killed them in combat? is it fun, or something for you?"
damion liked ripping things to shreds for fun, oh he loved that. if it was his enemies he'd feel satisfaction, if it was prey he'd eat it. he wouldn't understand how someone could look at their insides and be like hmm, yes, i'll look at these things.
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