billie jean // open, visitor

[deimos]

[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman; color: black;"]Did he belong here? Primus did not. Good question, and you're absolutely correct assuming the massive wolf, maned and his face made of bone, did not belong there. But he was hunting, his feral red eyes wide with malice and a grin on his impossible bone face. His feet padded up the railroad, eyes glimmering as he walked, tail swinging behind him. Did he enjoy the sight of the island? Only knowing that he was here to fuck something up, of course he did. Primus did not wait, his paw reaching up, blood red claws slamming against the golden bell and ringing it loudly.

He almost questioned if he damaged it.

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