Show Me Your Teeth

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aegrotaticius:

         Grey optics narrowed dangerously, Isaak’s mood quickly taking a turn for the worst. His physique was weaker than those of full-blooded dragons, or even of his hybrid siblings— he knew it, accepted it, but still hated to get reminded of it. Not that it was something the crude lapdog would ever get to see. Isaak’s lips mimicked those of his father perfectly, curling into a smirk as he raised an eyebrow. “Master? You don’t think literally pushing me around like that is going to make me submit to a mutt like you, do you?”

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            If Darious actually knew of this from the start, he probably would of used it to his advantage but he doesn’t. A shame~. “Would you rather have me force you upon down on the ground and upon your back to where your belly is exposed for me to decide whether I should tear into it or not~?” Darious didn’t really care for the other calling him a mutt. He was sort of used to it. “I can do that if you’d like, boy” Ugh. Wipe that fucking smirk off your fucking face.



maanziek:

      ✁ - - “Goodness gracious, aren’t you gloomy as ever? What can I say, there’s a first time for everything… Though, perhaps you had been hoping to be welcomed back with something else?~”

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            "I’m not gloomy!" Darious shouted as strong arms crossed at his chest. There was even a ‘hmph’ added in there somewhere while he averted his gave from the stupid human. "Yeah. Steak. Hamburger. Roast beef.”


aegrotaticius:

         "Breeding dog is much more functional than Darious, in my opinion. Try to pick a nickname for yourself and we’ll see if it sticks, hm?" Oh yes, he had taken right after his father when he understood the dragon side of his family was not the place for him. Handsome, but of course.

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            "Why you little shit…" The French breed growled out as hues of red gave an annoyed little roll. "How does master sound to you? A fitting name I think~." Darious cooed as he pushed the fire-breather back roughly and a grin of his own appearing upon scarred features.


maanziek:

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      ✁ - - “Is my son troubling you?”

            "Maybe. I haven’t been around in a good while and I am welcomed back with a flying lizard? Yesh. Didn’t know you were the type~."


aegrotaticius:

         "Would you rather have me call you something else?" the hybrid questioned playfully, tilting his head to the side. Oh, his father’s pets were so cute.

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            "Darious would be nice. That’s my name by the way. Incase you didn’t know." Ugh. Father like son much? Just look at this pipsqueak. And you mean handsome!


aegrotaticius:

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         "If it isn’t my father’s breeding dog." Not using the word ‘bitch’ because from what he’s understood, the roles are switched from time to time.

            "Breeding dog?" The hound snorted as a scowl was oh so present upon scarred features. "Tch."



fossekall:

Eileen by Devilstar on Flickr.