Sep 26, 2014
glares at him from across the room. `you smell like blood.`
"And you smell of coffee, cinnamon, and baked goods."
With a tint of burning. But he's not going to question you.
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glares at him from across the room. `you smell like blood.`
"And you smell of coffee, cinnamon, and baked goods."
With a tint of burning. But he's not going to question you.
antxmbra replied to your post:and so, he shall tug on the spiked collar, boot pressed down onto his tail. no escape. `oi, you're coming with me.`
quite right- he doesn’t have a single choice. even further proven when he snaps a lead onto his collar, moves his boot, and gives it a harsh tug. `your /master/ said you have to.` not… in those exact words, but he’s not playing around.
You have not proven yourself as his master yet-- and even as the lead is tugged, Ren fights against it, growling, hackles flaring and teeth baring at the new person tugging against his lead-- wait... Lead?
"What makes you believe you are my Master?"