Defiers of Fate

Bane slid off Aspasia's back with a pleased sigh, his tongue licking the blood off until he flopped onto the shallows, a wave just quite reaching his back and molding around his body. Sand was tossed about as he rolling in the grit to hide the scent of what he just did with Aspasia with eyes closed. The elder Seracian needed to stop doing this. The leader of Seracia would pelt him and use his tattered hide for his pups to keep warm with, a grin, more of a grimace really came across his muzzle at the thought. Sapphire eyes looked up at Aspasia exhaustedly and he thought of the energy he'd expended with her.

She hadn't even been worth it. To young and confused about what to do with her life, but Bane couldn't blame her. It usually wasn't the wolves of the brothel packs fault that they did what they did. It was the leader who was the one who started that type of pack in the first place. Settling on the worlds oldest profession to feed his pack by the wolves who sought out his subjects services. Bane struggled to his paws and stretched his forelegs with a bow, grunting with remorse at Aspasia. He shouldn't have done this. "Anything else Asp? No? Good, I'll leave you to it then." Bane sneered and headed towards the closest dune and towards the shoreside shrubbery. These encounters needed to stop happening.

-Exit Bane-