#daemonspade

[capodecimo]

@daemon-spade

[ a friend ] hey are you busy right now or... around even? where do you even go when youre not here? not that you should always be here...

[a friend] nvm  (~_~;)

[asaltar-blog]

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     It’s not exactly a secret that G. didn’t favor Daemon in any sort of light ( or even remotely trust him but it’s not like he has much say regarding the matter ). The mist’s presence itself puts him on edge, and brings about the need to snap and bite. It takes a lot more effort then he cares to admit to keep his usual composed face. The storm puts his chin in his hand and regards the other man with raised brows.

           “What are you doing sneaking around, Spade?” 

     Daemon could be running full in a sprint and G. would still mockingly insist he’s sneaking around. He’s stubborn and spiteful, and perhaps his patience has been tested too much today ( which probably explains the tea sitting innocently on the table in front of him ). 

[asaltar-blog]

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     G isn't in the mood to bicker or fight with anyone. He's got the makings of a headache and a craving for something between his teeth. When he spies Daemon of all people, G reclines and regards the other with a sigh. He speaks in a softer tone, quiet, simple, and gravelly, but watches the other with sharp eyes.

          "Spade," He greets. 

[rabbithearted--boy-blog]

At first, hunting had scared him almost as much as the full moon -- more, sometimes, because it was a conscious choice to cause harm. When he hunted for food he wasn't losing control, it was just the opposite: He had more control than ever, even coordinating with other members of his pack. Hunting with Chrome had been different than hunting with Daemon, but he'd fallen into a supportive role in both cases, letting the smarter wolves lead him. That made it easier. Safer. And eventually, the fear of the hunt had faded into pure instinct. An instinct he enjoyed.

Tonight's meal had been a deer, nothing exceptional but his own choice whenever he got one, and it was with a full stomach that he crossed the threshold back into the home he had shared with Daemon for.. decades, wasn't it? But he was told he was still young, for a werewolf. He'd never liked the sound of that.

Back in the safety of home, Enma quickly shifted back into his human form, moving over to where he'd left his clothes to start getting dressed again. He'd never been as comfortable in his wolf form as the others, and with the knowledge of what lay on the horizon, he couldn't bring himself to stay changed for too long. He wasn't always talkative, but tonight his own silence felt deafening, so as he pulled his shirt on he said over his shoulder, "Thank you for a good hunt.. I guess it'll be our last one together for a while." He could only hope his nerves weren't too obvious.

[the-irish-assassin]

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