@caninis
Knuckles rap on the heavy door at the puppy’s home. It had been two years since Canis had lived in an actual home, which set happiness in Dorian’s heart. It wasn’t fair that he’d set actions into motion, leaving the dog out in the cold. By rules of the hellish underground, a vampire was not to be turned again - especially not to a demon. To those living in Hell, vampires are the lowest form of sin. They crawl and feed pitifully upon earth - their powers are weak. They are weak, and their souls already promised to a more powerful entity. The original. But, Canis knew what he’d tried to do anyhow - He knew very well. The thought washed away as Dorian realised that no one had answered. Rude.
A second rap of his knuckles, and he was sure the door would swing open. He’s sure the others would be hesitant of his visit, the children especially - but this dog was his old pet. His property in a sense.
