There's always more sorrow

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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'