Lion Head Mesa (ap) I wish you nothing but the gentle kiss of yellow piss.

The mazoi launched their attack and Sakai was no exception. Bare eyes fully glazed over as he prepared for what he was about to witness, what command he was going to help make a reality. He could push it down. He didn’t know this man, he could push it almost all the way down only to have the images rise again as he slept… and that was fine with him.

This pack gave him another chance to prove loyalty, to take what and who he wanted and to serve nobly. What else did he need and why should he let some drunk fool ruin that? Kai felt his previous feelings of anxiety ball into anger within his chest, as if this stranger’s mere existence directly threatened his place in this kingdom. He would do this. 

The red wolf was flanked, leaving only an opening near his side to exposed. The ghost moved quickly and silently, bristled with ears forced back but teeth pulling forward to hopefully latch onto the skin that pulled tight over the man’s ribs. He would be bloodstained for days.