Dogs of War
09-07-2018, 08:52 AM
Dumois shifted uncomfortably at the question. He was half tempted to give his objection to participating, but his instincts- or perhaps the demons of Ruina- told him it would be unwise. His serpentine eyes glanced at the blinded female, she looked like the only wolf there that he could safely beat and he sent a silent prayer to the demons that he would be paired with her. At his side Bon Temps lifted his lip in a wicked grin, flashing his gigantic fangs at the black and gray wolves that approached them. Maybe he would successfully intimidate whoever he was paired with into backing down.
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