07-30-2018, 10:10 PM
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WAIT FOR ME HEAVEN
(i'm here 'til i die)
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Wherever Malkyn is, Talia doesn't seem to be far behind, although it's more out of a need for comfort on Talia's part. Having Malkyn close gives her a feeling of safety, of security; they had moved away from their own home after a lifetime of being torn apart by consequence and circumstance, and she isn't keen on it happening again. There have been far too many times where life fucked them over, and she doesn't think she can take another loss. Especially not her, especially not Malkyn, especially not the one person who's been with her all her life through thick and thin. She's sure, at this point, that each beat of her heart stamps out the other hellhound's name across her chest like a prayer.
The white-furred hellhound makes her own approach, eyes wandering across the scenery to take into account everyone that's present. The bond between her and Malkyn is open; if her Alpha wants to see through her eyes, Talia would let her without question, but doesn't force an offer down the other's throat. She stands, instead, next to her mate, the side of her tail brushing against the other's lightly, comfortingly, but being careful to keep the barbed tip away. She takes a second to glance at Malkyn, lips curling into a wry smile at her words - something tender and affectionate trickles through the bond.
Her attention is drawn back to the newcomers, who seem unaware of the dangers that lie in the murky water of the swamp. "Gators can taste pretty good, if you can cut through the scales and chew past all the lean muscles," she points out with a huff. The expression on her face withers into an impish smirk - oh, they taste good alright, but definitely no more than others. When it comes to what satisfies her, big cats are always the go-to meal. Their hearts are tough but taste wonderful on the tongue. "They dance when they kill you, did you know? As soon as they have their fangs sinking into your flesh, they twist around in place and drag you under water."
The white-furred hellhound makes her own approach, eyes wandering across the scenery to take into account everyone that's present. The bond between her and Malkyn is open; if her Alpha wants to see through her eyes, Talia would let her without question, but doesn't force an offer down the other's throat. She stands, instead, next to her mate, the side of her tail brushing against the other's lightly, comfortingly, but being careful to keep the barbed tip away. She takes a second to glance at Malkyn, lips curling into a wry smile at her words - something tender and affectionate trickles through the bond.
Her attention is drawn back to the newcomers, who seem unaware of the dangers that lie in the murky water of the swamp. "Gators can taste pretty good, if you can cut through the scales and chew past all the lean muscles," she points out with a huff. The expression on her face withers into an impish smirk - oh, they taste good alright, but definitely no more than others. When it comes to what satisfies her, big cats are always the go-to meal. Their hearts are tough but taste wonderful on the tongue. "They dance when they kill you, did you know? As soon as they have their fangs sinking into your flesh, they twist around in place and drag you under water."
TALIA PENDRAGON — HELLHOUND COUNTERPART — TANGLEWOOD ROGUE — [color=#ac9488]TAGS