04-14-2021, 02:37 AM
"CALL ME MAVERICK"
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oh the fear that was radiating off of the other was enough to satisfy damion's hunger for at least a few days despite him just having eaten. he could see the other just as clear as aesior could see him. lifted a bony shoulder in a shrug, teeth dotting with venom. the first drop rolled gently and landed with an inaudible splat on the floor and he watched the mute flinch, claw tapping at his throat, chest heaving. all
all this he watched through interested optics. how much fear could he instill? the tom didn't seem to be able to move, and that took the thrill of the hunt away slightly. he liked when his prey ran. he enjoyed it. but aesior wasn't his prey. aesior couldn't be his prey. it was a sin to commit murder. he cast a glance skywards, sending a quick apology for the thought. but this was fun! he was having fun. he blamed it on his father, having warped damion's mind for so long that only scaring people as much as possible was okay, killing was a no-no but taunting, teasing was fine. as long as not a drop of blood was spilt it was fine even if the victim lost their mind.
damion shook out his fur, advanced closer to the panicking tom slowly.
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