#dxmonicpaws

[famxshed]

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she had never been one for an abundance of words, spending far too much of her life away from voices that would answer her. it was habit - she was accustomed to the silence and while it was different here, old habits were hard to break. people expected her to speak, listened to her words. for the most part. mina, though, was still minimal in what she had to say and now was no different. she had made her way through the halls, eyes scanning dingy cells until they landed on him. fingers snapped at the guard, a motion. an order. “Come,” the single word felt like too much of a repeated moment. “With me, then.”

[isxidwoof]

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he stood on the other side of the cells, eyes peering through the bars at the other. he had asked for something interesting. something worth his while, and his money. they had directed him here. now, either they were pulling his fuckin’ leg, which was entirely likely in a place like this, or this dog really was worth his while. rhett stepped forward, brow raising as he took him in. “they said you were a black dog,” teeth ran along the inside of his teeth. “- is it true?”

[rollingthxnder]

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she had stood in silence, staring at him. eyeing him. sizing him up. taking him in. an assessment, of sorts. determining if he would do for what was needed for the night. ileana had been standing so close to the bars that she could smell the metal, but still hadn’t touched them, hadn’t solidified her interest. just yet. it was another moment or two before the inhale of breath was heard. “tell me,” she was half tempted to ask him to strip just so she could see the potential he held for a canvass. the mistress had grown tired of painting paper. “how is your ability to follow instructions?”