05-09-2021, 03:37 AM
"CALL ME MAVERICK"
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normally the hellhound would've been all for breaking and entering but not this time. since they were coming to rescue a carnivore from a (probably) highly hostile warbound group, trespassing their territory and immediately accusing the pitt of stealing fraggle when they didn't even know how many members were going to show up and maybe attack them. the male halted next to arlo's side with a frown creasing his brow and a grimace on his lips. "your decision was very unwise, arlo. you entered potentially hostile territory and threw around accusations." a tilt of his head as he watched members of the pitt approach. the hellhound wasn't scared should a fight break out, per se, he had enough anger in him to want a fight, but he sure wasn't a fucking idiot and picked fights randomly on purpose.
more dialogue, somebody even introduced themselves as valhalla, and damion snorted. they weren't having a tea party where introductions were necessary, nobody cared about names here. it was a hostage retrieval.
with a huge cry of "dads!" that made the beast wince, fraggle exploded through the other members and latched himself onto aesior's leg. damion padded over and stepped in front of the two, turning his body to protect them. "fraggle," his voice was really quiet. "stop talking. the main thing is you're safe." then faced the crowd, optics narrowing onto dante as the drunk stumbled into view, saying he wouldn't start anything. a rumble left the hellhound's throat closely following his statement, clearly audible and meant for dante to hear: a warning. a young female spoke up and mentioned some herbs that sounded familiar to the hound's ears, and he shot her a small smile. "marigold, understood. thank you, מוֹתֶק."
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מוֹתֶק | Hebrew - 'darling' (term of endearment)
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