Dire Wolf Devil
๐ฆ๐ธ๐ป๐ต๐ญ ๐๐ช๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป.
Masaru held Dei back as he watched.
Dei-Loki whined once again, lowering his ears as the dome of darkness slowly dissipated.
Adrian rolled off of the corpse, hissing quietly from the intense sting of his more lethal of wounds. And, hands trembling over the blood that stained his shirt, he sighed out a whine. "Fucking fuck."