#kraven.

[rejectory]

@killerdame: “You’ve found me.”

“I’m not looking for you,” but the image of her slots into place like a long-aching joint.

Even through the chimney curtains of cigarette smoke, past the barflies’ perfume-spiked sweat, the cartoon scent trail hooked him in through his nostrils. He’s been sleepwalking since he came in.

Where’s Dmitri?

[rejectory]

@vitalphenomena: “Can I think about it?”

Does he look like she can?

“—Look, I’d just like to ask him a couple of questions.”

[rejectory]

@withbeasts *

The scent is off. An animal smells of the basest components of its family, species, genus at the top, not like an expired memory of its being. Guy’s pheromonal read says he’s looking at a dead man talking.

Right.

Sergei’s concentric circling stops at an angle.

“You want my hide?”