Thread:WendigoLamet/@comment-34928186-20190724003816/@comment-36459171-20190725170935

”Hey, what’s u-!” Devaxion had been in the middle of greeting an acquintance before a sharp pain shot up his tail, causing him to fall back. An involuntary growl erupted from his throat- it wasn’t intentional, it was an instinctive noise. He had thankfully saved himself from that disaster, thick claws beginning to pierce the wood in an effort to pull himself up.

He shot a weary look to the person who had stepped on his tail, giving a sigh, the cold air he released plainly visible. The stranger had found herself a seat at the bar and had ordered her a drink.

“Hey, watch where you’re steppin’.” There was nothing aggressive in his tone, it was just a light statement.