Code 6-6-6 [MATURE]

Devit (RIP) · (This post was last modified: December 24, 2019, 05:48 PM by Devit (RIP).)

A soft sway of his tail was offered for both women, a sweet smile curving his lips as the red-necked woman spoke - only for it to fade as her words continued and shifted in feeling. Something felt off, even to Devit who wasn't quite good when it came to listening to his self-preservation instincts. He turned just fast enough, feeling as if the whole moment had been played in slow motion. Watching her body twist around and jaws open wide straight for his neck - there was no time to react and yet he could see it all happening to damn slowly.

A yelp exploded from his maw as the feeling of fangs wrapped around his neck took place, instinctively trying to pull away by rearing up and trying to push her with his paws, kick at her with his legs - only for them too to be met with the body of another. His kicks grew vicious, frantic, desperate as they tried to claw at the woman's face who went for his belly. These would be his final memories as these two harpies would tear into him, all the while screaming and pleading for them to stop until his gargled voice was no more... 

The rockstar would be nothing but a fading memory. Devit, was no more.