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ONISION M.F.
— WHEN WE'RE IN YOUR BED
the ascendants
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old
physically varies
easy to piss off
demihomosexual
homoromantic
tsundere asshole
dating alexander
were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius
- lunar lieutenant
mentors watson
10 months old
physically varies
easy to piss off
demihomosexual
homoromantic
tsundere asshole
dating alexander
were-vampirism
known to shift into aloysius
Onision was never one to fight at the borders. While he had always had a smart mouth, a bitch of an attitude, and a rude first impression on everyone, he had morals. Don't attack until pissed off, or attacked first. If attacked first, fight to kill. The latter wasn't his responsibility, but Aloysius' own. The trickster God rather liked fighting and ripping into people, meanwhile Oni was just all talk.
Long, feminine limbs carried the Lieutenant along the border, his daily border checks going alright so far. Or so he thought.
With a turn of his head, the scent of the Pitt made Onision's fur fluff up in agitation. What was up with the fuckers coming back to their territories so much? Flashbacks of his kidnapping and torture by the Pittians went through his head, and Oni stomped over to the feasting critter, a loud growl ripping from his throat.
"The desert doesn't suit your needs, pest? You're not over our borders, but you're really fuckin' close to it." Oni snarled, a warning, but he wouldn't attack. This was merely the felidae sizing the creature up, bowing up and trying to come off as intimidating.
Long, feminine limbs carried the Lieutenant along the border, his daily border checks going alright so far. Or so he thought.
With a turn of his head, the scent of the Pitt made Onision's fur fluff up in agitation. What was up with the fuckers coming back to their territories so much? Flashbacks of his kidnapping and torture by the Pittians went through his head, and Oni stomped over to the feasting critter, a loud growl ripping from his throat.
"The desert doesn't suit your needs, pest? You're not over our borders, but you're really fuckin' close to it." Oni snarled, a warning, but he wouldn't attack. This was merely the felidae sizing the creature up, bowing up and trying to come off as intimidating.
all you give me is a heartbeat —
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