Malevolence goes both ways

*Dexter* · 10-23-2013, 10:14 PM

As the monster raged he continued to look at the trail of blood the was laid out before him. A barrage of scent's plagued his brain, the faint scents of Felicita, A male, the blood, and a strange scent, one he assumed was pack, and now this male's scent and the scent of his pack was logged into his brain. He heard the paw steps behind him and he stilled, sharp blue eyes jetting to the direction of the sound, over his shoulder he watched, praying that this was the culprit of the loss and harm of Fell. To his dismay it wasn't, it was a male, smaller then himself but not by much, a pretty boy to say the least.

The male slid up to him gracefully as he uttered concerned words. The newcomer uttered words of ripping the devils throat out and Dexter had nothing but a growled response for him, If the devil were here... It would be done... He turned his head back to the days old massacre before him, staring at the mixture of blood and hair, he felt a shiver run down his spine, a mixture of anger and his darkness came rising. Turning his eyes back to the male without moving his head he dipped it down, as if trying to keep his cool.

Only from what I can piece together... Some man took her... He hurt her, this is her blood... Felicita... He rumbled, he stood tall, then he narrowed his eyes at the other. We have to find her... I'm behind... I have to go find her... The man rambled in almost a delirious state, the pressure of this woman being taken was taking its toll, he had known her only for a few days and she had gotten under his fur like this... He had to find out why.

Speech,

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