wicked games
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A pink tongue darted out between slightly flushed fangs and removed some of the crimson on his muzzle. The male and the female had somewhat matching faces for once. Beautiful ruby without the shine. He would never tire of this smell. Death and decay. He looked at the younger female as she simply repeated his own lonely word. His ears flickered eagerly in the silent hope of creating more out of the four letters, but did not succeed. She was too far away for his liking. He made sure to step on the bloody creature as he moved towards the cruel angel. His paws turned slightly pink and somewhat sticky, but as usual, he did not let silly things interrupt him.

Maybe he was a bit too close, but he liked it best when he could inhale her scent without the slightest bit of effort. His eyes settled fully on her face, whirling colors of emerald, crimson, silver, gold, everything. So pretty. He could sometimes find beauty in both genders, both inner and outer beauty. She was unique in her beauty. A slight warmth filled his blue gaze, and he decided to relax and let it all go for once. A smile spread across his lips, and for the first time his whole face played along with the visible emotion. Well… He let the word fill the silence between them a third time for a couple of seconds. You look lovely in that color. She truly did.

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