Lost & Scared

He could feel the exhaustion beginning to creep into his very bones, filling them with lead. His chest expanded and contracted rapidly, the ivory man huffing with the effort it took to dig out the den. Saving Seraphine from the clutches of the river had taken a toll on him but he wasn't about to give up and let the little she-pup freeze to death or even catch a cold. Powerful forelimbs continually dug away at the earth, slowly carving out a larger den, one big enough for the two of them. It wasn't until he was thorough satisfied with the way the new den looked that Demonio halted his digging, motioning for Seraphine to follow him, pale limbs collapsing beneath him as he fell to the ground in a heap, mismatched gems fluttering closed an instant later. He'd never been this tired before. Audits flickered gently to and fro, waiting to catch Seraphine's little paws beating the earth as she joined him in the new den.




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