03-28-2021, 03:26 AM
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he heard murmuring, smelt the bittersweet tang of blood, followed it to the source of cleopatra making a sacrifice and chanting some nonsense about her god. yeah, that wasn't going to fly. damion wrinkled his nose at her blatant mention of only one god but choosing not to mention his own religion. yes he was an inner circle, just got promoted, but that didn't mean he wanted to force his opinions onto anyone in case he got immediately demoted. the hellhound simply watched from the sidelines, optics brightening in their glow as she cut the heart out.
jagged tongue ran over lips as he chose to look away again, casting a glance to where He was. speaking of-
the hellhound stood up, pinpointed the position with his inner compass, dipped his head, lids falling over orbs, murmured a quick but low salat, thanking Him for the promotion almost immediately upon arrival. he kept his eyes shut a bit longer, a small sigh leaving his body and back straightening a bit before dropping to his knees slowly, grimacing at how uncomfortable the body position was. but he was used to it, having practised every day since he was born.
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