Rising Sun Valley blueberry

ah, fuck.

apollyon's call was not answered by some frenzied siren but a man himself, imposing and aggressive. the demon had better uses for his pretty coat to let it be chewed on, and so retreated.

but he smirked openly along his shoulder, pausing to taste the air in hopes the wind was in his favor and he could find out where the other man was from.

he was protecting something, apollyon was sure of it.

but he kept on his lope in other direction, trying to keep the same distance between he and the pack male.