#pentherilche

[raimpire]

“Ya know, sneakin’ into a guarded palace, in the middle of the night, an’ hidin’ away at the harem quarters is probably not that smart of a move,” his eyes gleam a deep red in what little light the lamps offer, “since anyone could wake up, an’ call the guards.”

Knocking the guards out would cause suspicion, so he didn’t think anything of the sort had happened. He hadn’t heard any scuffling outside either. Sitting up, it’s evident he’s not dressed, but he has the decency to wrap something around his waist as he gets up on his feet.

A long leathery tail sway behind him, as he takes a few steps closer. 

“Why are ya here? The valuables, riches, someone like... ya might be interested in, is in the palace cellar.”

@pentherilche || Gib Rai the KatsuKissus!!

[raimpire]

@pentherilche more! \o/

So it had been an exciting night. A commotion had occurred, the guards came at them with swords drawn. Katsuki’s men were skilled though, and so was Katsuki. Raimundo was very impressed, scared, and excited. He’d held on tight as the horse had taken off into the desert. When he had looked back, he’d seen the sultan rally up his men. 

Clearly it wouldn’t be the last time they’d see them. But despite the anxiety, he trusted Katsuki, he knew what he was doing. He probably knew how to navigate the desert as well. He’d have to ask... It’d be nice to learn. The desert felt cold, so Raimundo snuggled up as close as possible, even his tail was again curling around Katsuki, this time his midsection. 

Rai nuzzled Katsuki’s back. He’d need to invest in.... less see through, or thin clothes, and instead get something warm to wear. A nomad life seemed rough. A cool breeze had the sand shift and cover their tracks. 

“Have ya lived on the desert for a long time?”

He asks, peeking over Katsuki’s shoulder. Nothing but more sand, in his field of vision at least. 

“Will yer friends be okay?”

[raimpire]

                             Slobbers all over Rai because he can.

@pentherilche​ || Zen

Raimundo is for once not amused by the outcome of his situation. Being slobbered on by the odd demon hound was nothing as close to being pleasant. The saliva was so gosh darn thick, and sticky. 

The vampire pushes at the large head of the canine, trying to get away from the thing.

“Fuck off ya god forsaken mutt of a thing! The fuck ya think ya’re doin’? I ain’t no fuckin’ teethin’ toy for ya!”

[raimpire]

                                  ❝ There they go, the love of my life. ❞

@pentherilche​

“Ya’re soundin’ poetic as shit, Katsuki~      Ya writin’ somethin’ or ya rememberin’ lines from a book ya read?”