"You're mine!"
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The instinctive reaction is to assert. Maw wide, fangs glisten – a snarl begins to rip from his throat. Challenge gleamed bright in those crimson eyes. Claws extend and he looks ready to pounce. Too long has it been since he’s had a scuffle with another of his kind, and while he’s not a hellhound, Isaac’s a werewolf and they were somewhat aligned.
It is not until those words – their carried strength – hits the hellhound’s ears.
Without doubt.
Without a single tremor of hesitation.
The only pause that is given is from Cerberus – his beast is immediate. This is the one with more power. This is the one you should submit to. There could be good things for you here. To learn from, to prove to to others. That you’re more than you claim. That you might find higher ranks to ascend to. Earn praise.
Earn his praise.
It is on hardened knees that he drops – head dipping in submission – a single word rumbles gruffly through parted lips.
“Yours.”
