Traydon River

This river is famously known for its fish!

-Demons Within...-
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Nosferatu paused. The wolf/collie's ears flicked slightly. There was the feeling of someone watching him. Not only that, he could smell her. Rather, the blood coursing through her veins. It smelled so sweet, even though he could not scent the being it belonged to due to the direction of the wind. The sable and white brute didn't care. He simply shook his fur out and turned towards the sudden snarl.

Indeed, someone is there, he mused with a smile, his canines showing even more with the action. Nosferatu padded towards the fem within the shadows. The brute reveled in darkness, so it would be difficult for anyone to hide anywhere from the likes of him.

"Talking to yourself," he tutted, "Folks will call you crazy." His voice was smooth, not revealing anything with his tone nor the rather dead look in his pale blue eyes.

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