Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Words dripped from her maw, speaking how she had come from the bowels of the cavern... Of his cavern. Whatever her history was with the cavern, he had since claimed it. His stench covered most of the corridors, his prints laid upon the paths. It was to him, essentially, a large den that he had come to call his own, instead of seeking sanctuary in one of the flimsy packs. If they could even be called such. Only one or two had a significant about of members, the rest were essentially insignificant and would be easy to crush should any foreign packs have a mind to do so. Where Draven hailed from, members numbered in the tens of members, not the singles.
Her scoffs, her thoughts aloud - all of them and more were ignored as he turned his back on her and retreated into his den. And, from the sound of it, she was following him. He picked random trails until one of the seemingly dead ends was met and he settled onto the ground, pulling what remained of the wolf corpse from behind a nearby boulder. Unceremoniously, he began to strip the pelt from the connective tissues below, his sharp claws tore through the connections while incisors pulled taut the skin. But all the while, his shining orbs stared at her, mind imagining what it would be like to flail her skin from her body. How warm her blood would be on his skin, in his mouth. But for now, at least his hunger was saited from his most recent meal. "I dry the extra meat, you see. I pull it up to the surface and lay it out to dry until the bright sun's light. It is a different taste, but it is not so often that a large meal wanders down into my humble abode for dinner. And the skins? They line my bed. It is quite the life..."
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Demon Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω
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