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He was curled under the tree's roots, green eyes watching out for her. Dimitri had been on edge because of her- Dagon had told him they've suffered through worse than this new alter. He should just make it clear who's in charge and get it over with.
Dimitri sucked in a breath, listening for her light pawsteps.
"Dimitri! Where are you! I'm not going to hurt you!"
Why did his brain model a new alter off his abusers? He understood why she had split from Donovon, at least. Donovan was his positive romantic alter, and Desdemona was a negative romantic alter. She sounded like his mother. She looked like his mother.
Dimitri saw her paws in front of him.
Take charge.
Okay, okay, he could do this.
Dimitri leaped from the roots, going for her legs and tumbling Des over. The female kicked at his underbelly, Dimitri's claws in her shoulders and biting at her legs.
"Isn't this a familiar position to you?!" She screeched, as Dimitri drew her blood, her paw in his mouth as she clawed at his face. Dimitri pulled on her leg and dragged his claws across her chest, she screeched again and Dimitri heard the eventual scream of "I yield!"
He dropped her, taking a step away as her blood left his paws.
"You try so hard to not be your father Dimitri... but when you're pushed... you fight just like him."
He spit at her, walking away as Desdemona, defeated, stood to follow.
Dimitri vanished.
He woke up in his messy, cluttered cabin. There was more alcohol strewn about, noticiably by his bed. It was early in the morning, he could hear birds chirping outside as the light casted over his face. He stood, smelling Dagon's bottles and walking outside.
He saw the burned impression of a message, the distant scent of a fading, strnager presence. Blood and Snowbound, and some other scent. "Guys? Where's everyone at?"
Dimitri sucked in a breath, listening for her light pawsteps.
"Dimitri! Where are you! I'm not going to hurt you!"
Why did his brain model a new alter off his abusers? He understood why she had split from Donovon, at least. Donovan was his positive romantic alter, and Desdemona was a negative romantic alter. She sounded like his mother. She looked like his mother.
Dimitri saw her paws in front of him.
Take charge.
Okay, okay, he could do this.
Dimitri leaped from the roots, going for her legs and tumbling Des over. The female kicked at his underbelly, Dimitri's claws in her shoulders and biting at her legs.
"Isn't this a familiar position to you?!" She screeched, as Dimitri drew her blood, her paw in his mouth as she clawed at his face. Dimitri pulled on her leg and dragged his claws across her chest, she screeched again and Dimitri heard the eventual scream of "I yield!"
He dropped her, taking a step away as her blood left his paws.
"You try so hard to not be your father Dimitri... but when you're pushed... you fight just like him."
He spit at her, walking away as Desdemona, defeated, stood to follow.
Dimitri vanished.
He woke up in his messy, cluttered cabin. There was more alcohol strewn about, noticiably by his bed. It was early in the morning, he could hear birds chirping outside as the light casted over his face. He stood, smelling Dagon's bottles and walking outside.
He saw the burned impression of a message, the distant scent of a fading, strnager presence. Blood and Snowbound, and some other scent. "Guys? Where's everyone at?"
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