DEMETRI
of the Volturi Coven
independent & private
multiship & multiverse
oc, au & crossover friendly
mun and muse are 20+
please read rules
before interacting
written by FAY
Another mortal, and yet this one does not have the SMELL on him that he might have liked. While others are of musk, of iron, of sweat and of cologne, this one smells of NOTHING.
Or, perhaps it would be nothing, if not for the sharp, ACRID tinge in his nostrils which causes him to draw back, to lower his head and hiss at him. WHATEVER he is, he is not anything he has ever come across.
❛ ————- A dragon ! ❜ I did not know why Lord Harkon sent me HERE. To die, perhaps ? To test my strength? Does he now question my loyalty ?
He responds the hiss with his own, fangs bared. The thought of Garmr the Death Hound back in Castle Volkihar fills him with D R E A D.
If his loyal companion were here, the odds of winning over this — monstrosity would be greater than when he is alone.
❛ I did not know dragon as IMPOSING as you existed in my thousands of years. ❜
