THE DEVIL'S FIRE // MURDER

[ONISION.]

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ONISION M.F.

— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED

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the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
8 months old

physically varies
emotionally hard
mentally easy

demihomosexual
homoromantic

tsundere asshole
dating alexander

were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius

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"The fucker killed 'em, kid." Onision muttered out as he walked over, nearly drooling at the sight of a dead body. Blood, he could drink from this corpse, but Oni made no move to do so. He could deal with this, he could calm himself down. He didn't know who killed the guy, but the chocolate felidae was sure it was Lazarus. No its ands or buts, He wasn't one to just give someone the benefit of the doubt. If they looked like they did it, Oni blamed them. Maybe that was his fault, he'd probably need that corrected later on in his life, but for now, he felt it was justified.

Cold, stern. His single blue eye held no warm emotion in it as he watched the whole shabam go down, his tail whisking over the ground as he tried to shoo away the smell of blood, of soon rotting flesh. He could go hunt after this, he could go feed then.

all you give me is a heartbeat —

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