Try Me

◆my god, you play him so good, Anthony! ... (notjealousnotjealousnotokjustalittlebit)◆



Slade smirked in spite of the ability that was natural for him. He felt the uncertainty in the white wolf's voice, his ignorance to the locations. Maybe he had not trained his auds to know the sounds of specific prey sounds.
A thing Slade was a master to. Another thing he could present to the pale one in a lesson.
The more lessons spent with the youth, the more time there was to get him under his influence.
But again, to entice was the first step, amd he was stepping it quite well.

"Racoons are an excellent choice, Pale One. Do you know the scent differences between the rabies carriers, and the healthy ones? It would be thoroughly beneficial to your life, if you did. "

Death. Death was coy, a sneak, a devil thay followed, no matter what path you chose, and it would be watching, awaiting the moment a slip up was made, a moment that showed you could not escape the claws gripping your tender shoulders, its cold and plague frosted breath that could melt the very skin and fur from your face.
Death.