"speech" thinking action "others" He had returned from his mission abroad, sneaking around borders and taking in little details. He'd scented fire in the eastern regions of boreas, and elected to return home with the news. Perhaps it would be an opportunity for the empire. Broad paws struck the earth at an easy, rolling gait as the male sauntered back home. As he reached the castle, a familiar scent caught his attention. Rain. The little healer he'd spent a wonderful evening with by the falls. A thoughtful hum rumbled through his chest, and the phoenix detoured down a flight of crumbling steps into the bowels of the castle. Rain's scent seemed to wash over every inch of the stairwell, and only grew stronger the further he descended. Rust and blood bore similar scents, and to mingle the pair together was to elicit only excitement from the likes of the chaotic godling. Crown low between his shoulders, the male slunk through the dungeon. Lengths of rope, broken links of chain scattered to and fro, and the lingering aroma of bile. What a delightful hellscape he'd wandered into. The wave of adrenaline that had chased him home from the smoky north was cresting, and his heartbeat thrummed in his ears. He could taste the decay in the air. Was this the site of Rain's experiments? DON'T YOU EVER TAME YOUR DEMONS, BUT ALWAYS KEEP THEM ON A LEASH

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The cacophony of shrill weasel shrieks greeted the red wolf as he entered the dungeon, although Rain’s stock of more suitable test subjects remained bare. Rain descended the stairs shortly after the phoenix stepped into his dungeon, him and his golden companion chattering conspiratorially on their latest endeavor.

The baboon was first to go silent as his beady eyes landed on the considerably larger wolf in front of them who seemed to be inspecting their place of business. Rain on the other hand straightened slightly, a small smile creeping over his features as he recognized the male before him.

“Mephistopheles!” He greeted with what he suspected may have been too much enthusiasm. He urged himself to be comported and looked away shyly. “What brings you down here? Were you injured again?” He asked and chided himself for sounding too dismissive. Whatever he did around the male seemed to be wrong and he felt a blush of embarrassment lift the fur of his cheeks at his own awkwardness.