There's always more sorrow

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oh.. this was too easy. and he intended to milk it for all it had. he groans, watching with attentive eyes that held a devilish hunger to them. a wild fire brewing in his girth as he drank the scent of anticipation that flared around him. the stranger replied with comments that made no sense to the all too advantageous vadim. a delicious time seemed to be served at his paws. 
"Harlowe is it?" he grumbled, emitting a dangerous growl that sung aloud to vibrate the air. and as if it wasn't any better, the stranger seized a little too close for comfort. vadim only meant to play, of course. 
in an instant, vadim breaks out in pure instinct, turning to latch onto the scarred cheek without hesitancy. a primal state, Vadim's personal space was firstly interrupted. the rest.. was history. a delightful, delusional justification for his deed this day. aggressively, vadim jerks his head back then forth, aiming to rip into the empty eye socket of the other with exposed fangs. his body is kept balanced by his heavy stance, ears flattening as he quite literally began to dig in. relentless in his apparent fit of anger, vadim expressed himself in the worst of ways. 

"talk" 'think'