Welcome to Gaia! ::

It was getting desperate, frantic. the breath that the hellhound could feel, puffs of rebellious anxiety against his cheek, panting, pleading. The heat was palpable, fury and rage that boiled beneath the forms. Frost was trying his little core to be the winner, to be the big dog.

"You simply, are not ready yet." was the final statement that Damien was going to make. Plain and direct, with a punch to the face to emphasize the bluntness to his words.

Damien was here to deny it, not till the boil had more growing to do, and the same went for himself as well, giving the reminder to the rest of his collective personality.

This was as much a public service announcement for himself, as it was for Frost. "And neither am I, so what do we do about this now?"



HP: 16
DMG:12

Frost wasn't going to take it well, this much Damien was sure about. The struggling was brought to an end, and the blanc canine had lost its resolve, there didn't seem to be a fair way to rectify this, not in a way to leave them both happy. It left a bitter taste in the hellhounds mouth, mixing with the sharp tang of FEAR blood that came from a cut inside a cheek.

The offer of power was tempting, palpable greed that wanted to grasp it and make it his."Maybe we should lone wolf it for now.... and grow." he tried to reason with him. "Then, see where we stand in the future."

It was tempting to offer a ear rub for the despondent wolf.