Hoshor Plains Looking for life

He held no remorse.
Nothing of the sort.
In fact, he seemed like a bumbling old man with a patchy past he cared not to remember.

The thought only drew more mirth up from Derg towards Aries.
A name to the face, the scent.
Derg felt he could find this man again. Can, and would.
His lips pursed, Donovan talking over him, Aries looking away in what seemed to be contemplation.
His lips writhed up, licking the blood staining them, and watched how this unfurled.

Slowly - very slowly - he lowered himself into a crouch. Ready to drive up into his fucking throat should he decide to attack him for a change.