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Freak On a Leash

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Ludovic

The Syndicate
Khalif

Master Fighter (255)

Expert Intellectual (150)

An icon representing the specialty Weaponsmaster Weaponsmaster

age
Pup
gender
Male
gems
490
size
Extra large
build
Heavy
posts
77
player
TrenRanu
11-27-2024, 11:34 PM

Ludovic felt her defiance, the sheer ferocity in her every movement as she twisted beneath his hold, her snarl vibrating through her and into him. She was a typhoon made flesh, but he had caught the edge of her storm, his teeth lodged firmly in her hip, unyielding as her strength surged against him. She was older, more experienced, surely. But he was everything his mother had made him into, everything his father had instilled into him; and that was a ruthless combo in combat. His grip tightened momentarily—not to maim, but to bleed and assert control in the split-second before he acted.

"Enough!" he barked through clenched teeth, his voice rough with the strain of exertion yet unmistakably firm. Ludovic released her swiftly and shifted back on light paws, his body retreating just out of reach of her snapping jaws, muscles tense and ready in case she refused to yield. He exhaled sharply, the metallic tang of blood on his tongue a reminder of how close their clash had brought them to the edge of destruction. Shit, what a woman. He huffed, head dropping low as he shook it to regain clarity. He was young, too young, but the interest was there.

His emerald and crimson gaze bore into hers, wild and yet steady, a challenge wrapped in a truce. Debris clung to his fiery fur, his chest heaving as he stood tall, shoulders squared, the lingering energy of their battle still crackling in the air between them. He shivered as he took in her hardened form.

"You fight like a devil unleashed," he said, a wry, teasing grin pulling at his lips despite the sting of his wounds. "But does a devil know when to call a ceasefire?" He shook the dirt from his fur in a casual motion, his posture shifting from combative to composed, though his guard remained subtly raised.

"I hope so." he added, his tone relaxed yet edged with genuine respect. “I’m Ludovic, miss. Thank you for the fight—and the blood.” The boy grinned widely, eyes flashing satisfaction and plea alike. Hopefully she was done tearing into him, because he'd much like to speak with her now.

"Ludovic Praetor-Inferos"