04-15-2021, 07:39 AM
"CALL ME MAVERICK"
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damion was visibly enjoying aesior cower in front of him. it was obvious to tell by the joyous swishing of his tail, breath coming in excited pants from parted jaws in contrast to short, panicked ones from the mute. he observed the brushed out fur, tail spread open and every pore spreading fear. all of it through cold, calculating optics, a gleaming smile on his exposed jaws the entire time. aesior seemed scared of his teeth, damion noted, eyes scanning the tom's body for any visibile marks- throat, chest, windpipe. click went the hound's mind as the pieces were put together, maw parting further only to allow a serpentine tongue dangle out.
the closer damion got the more aesior kept trembling, fat tears running silvery streaks through his fur. damion watched each one fall, keeping his gaze trained on aesiors' eyes, noticing it go glassy, hazy, the body tensing up as a movement was made. quick was the stab at his face, claws barely digging into his skin they were that sheathed. barely.
a few of his cheek furs snipped off and he watched them fall, his muzzle creasing as a raspy snarl burst forth from his own burnt throat. this was in hopes to stop him? near laughable. the snarl died into a bark of a laugh, the sound jarring through the clearing. he laughed, it felt nice, to let the sound ring free in the air. once in a while laughing wasn't a bad thing. especially when it enticed fear, drew scared whimpers from the victims. "wrong move, aesior." came the haunting voice, light, carefully curling up the words, accent barely hinting at his heritage.
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