Haunted Wood Teacher Teacher [m]

Unlike most wolves, Abaddon wasn't the type to try and give off a dominant display. Rarely was his tail ever higher than his thighs, finding the action to be rather useless. Perhaps it was because he was a lone wolf and showing any type of dominance could spell disaster, so he had simply adopted the more passive stance as a way to protect himself. 

I'm always thirsty. His tongue slithered from his maw as it wrapped around his nose, slowly tracing up along it before slipping back into its moist cavern. His eyes and posture never faltering despite the encroaching of the youth stepping forward. Abaddon even smiled as the boy approached, his own special tactics of intimidation. What man in his right mind would smile when someone who is so clearly not happy with their presence approaches them? Someone sick, twisted, perverted who went against the grain, against all instincts and wolven social laws.

You're so much bigger now. I can't help but wonder if your blood is just as sweet as it was back then... or if age spoiled you. he taunted.