ooc note: alo/Vadim has permission to pp harlowes death via discussion in discord!

His brother had been nearby. Harlowe had been following him and it brought him to the gods garden, towards the border of cedar falls. May had been oddly quiet today almost like an omnious sign that the not so smart male couldnt decipher. What had they been doing out here again? Whatever. Harlowe grinned wildly his tail wagging behind him as he giggled maniacly.

Thats when he spotted his tail. Giving a snap before he was chasing it. "Look may look, harlowe can catch his tail!" he said to what others could consider empty air. The transparent ghost gave no response and stated at the distracted pracitcally playful male. Harlowe stopped when he felt a bit dizzy and laid down humming to himself.

Mature.

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in the norm of ways, vadim didn't intend the dangerous day that would set on. in fact, he wanted mere directions out of auster. far from what would actually happen.. the setting is midday; crips cold air blowing down on the large ebony brute that walked through with a steady march. he trampled over the rich and rare herbs with ignorant ease, his dark paws carrying his muscular form closer to the sound of someone near. just his luck, really.
he notices something while he quietly pauses behind many shrubs, beady eyes watching with a sinister curiosity. was It drunk? was it mad? oh what fun, vadim thought- his tail giving way to a silent sadistic wag between thicker ankles. sniffing the air, he expected to see someone accompanying the stranger. but there wasn't. "hmm..," he assessed the situation at hand. growing ideas of wickedness.
finally, he emerges out, approaching from behind the smaller male. indigo eyes trace of the mangled body of the stranger with a face of disapproval. "one ugly son of a bitch, ain't you." he snickers, cavernous teeth clicking as a cackle ripped through the space between them. vadim was not one to hold back. "who the hell you talking to, old man?" he questioned with deep tones, head cocking down and aligning with his shoulders.

"talk" 'think'

table by scarlet, art by skelle

Harlowes ears perked one good eyes staring at the wolf in front of him. He didnt know why but something about that wolf was unsettling May and he hated that. The spectre though went as far as to stand next to the stranger. "Harlowe is talking to May, May why you standing by mr mean man?" with a lack of respect for personal space Harlowe was inches fr9m Vadims chest.

He gleefully giggled as May passed through Vadim back and forth. So a game was it. "Mr mean man is funny!" Harlowe playfully pawed at the ground. His twisted tail like a rudder wagging in circles. Oblivious to any danger as it were.

Mature.

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oh.. this was too easy. and he intended to milk it for all it had. he groans, watching with attentive eyes that held a devilish hunger to them. a wild fire brewing in his girth as he drank the scent of anticipation that flared around him. the stranger replied with comments that made no sense to the all too advantageous vadim. a delicious time seemed to be served at his paws. 
"Harlowe is it?" he grumbled, emitting a dangerous growl that sung aloud to vibrate the air. and as if it wasn't any better, the stranger seized a little too close for comfort. vadim only meant to play, of course. 
in an instant, vadim breaks out in pure instinct, turning to latch onto the scarred cheek without hesitancy. a primal state, Vadim's personal space was firstly interrupted. the rest.. was history. a delightful, delusional justification for his deed this day. aggressively, vadim jerks his head back then forth, aiming to rip into the empty eye socket of the other with exposed fangs. his body is kept balanced by his heavy stance, ears flattening as he quite literally began to dig in. relentless in his apparent fit of anger, vadim expressed himself in the worst of ways. 

"talk" 'think'

table by scarlet, art by skelle