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He’s curious by nature. Another angel… two of them. Delicious. Dimitri’s tail wagged, the rainbow eyed young man brightening even still. He pushes his way through the shadows while blessedly blending in all the while. Dimitri… he’s bright. He’s bright and he’s dark, all at once. It’s a crackling with energy that comes from the young man. “They say the angels have a dulled sense of hearing… makes sense, I mean.” Dimitri moves, shuffles and takes a few bold as brass through the brambles. None cling to his silky pelt, eyes flickering rainbow in the low light. Always shifting and flickering.
And then there’s a creature in the darkness, a woman. One of Iromar’s women. “Shit.” The young man shakes, head snapping around at Chernobyl. “Fuck off, Chernobyl. This is men’s work.” The tallest of shadows towers over the small girl, and he figures that he’s responsible now that she’s shown up. It doesn’t sit well with him, but he takes a protective stance around the small young woman. He’s bristled, stiff, all alertness and purely sharp. Yes, sparkling has turned to crackling. What Dimitri has to rest on is the fact that the angels that stand before him are painfully weak—he’s already taken one of their brothers. The forgotten son has his laurels to rest on.
“Go home.” Dimitri’s rainbowed eyes are sharp on the man, growling lowly at the men before him. His teeth show upon dark lips, sparkling ivory against shadows. The young man hunkered down, standing in the line of sight to block the female from the other wolves. “Aren’t angels supposed to be the good guys, anyway?” It’s a low, snarky question spilling from the lips of the forgotten son. He’s lit up with the simple idea that there was something interesting set before him. Yes, this would be the most interesting of evenings.
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