Jan 28, 2020
The hellhound raises an eyebrow and his aura pulses a bit, curious as to why you’d want to pet him, but he allows it, resting his head on his paws.
Given the go-ahead, you place your hand on Dark’s back and gently pat the raised line of fur that follows his spine. It’s a bit concerning that you can feel the bumps of his spine through his fur, but he doesn’t seem bothered, so you don’t say anything. Though your hand tingles as if touching t.v. static, the fur is soft and cool to the touch.
You want to admit that it’s a big contrast to the wild fluffiness that is Wilford, but as Dark gives a quiet, content sigh, you focus back on gently petting.
