𖤐 𝑨𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏

☪ ❝ SEE THAT'S IT you have other people who care for you. all i have is him— I don't have my biological family anymore. I wanna call you mom but... all I know from you is what my dad rants about. which concerns me greatly because you're his entire world... when... I used to be his. ❞

she whispered the last portion, pinning back her ears as she let out a soft whimper. looking off to the side && about to walk off until she noticed Rave stuffing away her phone && offering her time.

                Some time went by. An hour, maybe two? The Sin wasn't exactly keeping track even if it felt like time was of the essence. He needed to stay calm though, tame his impulses and just hope that-

As Ozzie heard her stir; he perked in attention. A faint smile stretched across his beak at the sight of the hellhound awake and coherent, even if a little worst for wear but it quickly faded as soon Loona rose to her feet and called out to her father in panic. The sudden burst of energy didn't last though, pushing her body to limit and overexerting herself.

                ❝ Whoa, ❞ The Sin would get up and lay his oversize hand on her shoulder, both to keep her steady and in assurance, ❝ Hey, take it easy Loona. You've been out for a while and who knows how much you inhaled of that stuff. ❞ Enough of to cause her to black out to begin with, but details.

❝ Just take moment, alright... ❞

After giving himself another minute to gather his thoughts, he let out a heavy sigh. ❝ They got Blitz, ❞ There seemed to a ting of guilt masked behind his serious tone but he held himself coolly regardless, ❝ They knocked him out before driving off with him. I would have chased them down but you passed out. Doubt your father would have appreciated if I abandoned you to save him, but I wouldn't have left you behind to the elements even if it wasn't the case. Still, I'm sorry. ❞ Ozzie knew it wasn't his fault for what happened, but felt the need to apologize neither the less. He bought both Blitz and his daughter into this mess and while both were capable of watching out for themselves; he still felt a sense of responsibility for their well being and safely. 

Pessimism wouldn't help neither of them though at the moment. They needed to take action to get Blitz and Fizz back, but considering Loona's condition they had to take it one step at a time for now…

             ❝ How are you feeling?, ❞ The Sin asked. ❝ You think you'll be able to stand and walk without support? ❞

"They got, Blitz."

☪ THOSE WORDS RESONATED PROFOUNDLY echoing in her head as tears almost poured out of her eyes. No no no no, this HAD to be a fucking nightmare! the hellhound's body trembled beneath their massive palm on her shoulder. wanting to instinctively slap it away && tell them they were "WRONG!". but, she couldn't. not after hearing the rest of the details. having the sinking feeling that...

❝ IT'S MY FAULT . . . ❞ she let out a dog whine, ears pinned back as she dipped her head. looking at the ground with her tail tucked around her legs. slowly nodding towards their query. ❝ y-yeah, I think so. my nose itches like crazy and my throat feels like it's on fire but... i can still fight. ❞ she huffed, shaking her head before emitting a snort. trying to remain strong && not give up on Blitz. She knew her dad would go against all Hell for her, so she intended to do the same. Plus, they still had Fizz to find!

A good deed then? Mayhap he shouldn't be as surprised. The hellborn were often better natured than the sinners. That still did make him wonder what motivated this woman's actions for 'saving his ass'.

Then the name dropped. One he knew.

"Actually... In truth that may not be accurate. Didst thou say thou knew a 'Blitz'? Would it happen to be an imp with a burn scar who doth professes a silent O? Would that not make thee... Loona? I may have met thine father at the Luciferian ball some weeks back. He mentioned one under his care whom, like myself, has no known family and suggested that we meet. Given thou art clearly not also an imp but refer to him in a way that belies at least a small amount of concern with his approval, tis the only logical conclusion."

☪ ❝ YUP THAT'S ME ALRIGHT i should have known Blitz would talk about me to more people. ❞ she sighed, not seeming at all impressed. especially when that imp had a motor mouth when it came to talking about his adoptive Hellhound. hardly anything kept him from boasting about it.

❝ HE SUGGESTED IT? Blitz? ❞ that part did caught her taken aback, introducing a regal bird he barely just met. though, when the orphan part chimed her ears... it made sense. Looking back at the "missing" titled paper, she was beginning to understand what her father meant to do.

☪ ❝ RUGGED AESTHETICS sounds pretty savage. I like that better. I generally assumed you played the harp, no wonder I couldn't help to be drawn to you. my little talented lambchop ♡ ❞

Loona: "I'm a fierce hellhound

Also Loona: heart hands exist😳💦

Someone give Blitzø this photo for his "Proud Dad" folder.

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☪ ❝ LOOKS ALONE MAYBE but I find your bleats a lot more 'cute'. ❞ she vaguely forewarned before tickling the small lamb. doing a blep with her tongue with a delivish smile; which was short-lived when his lips pressed against her cheek. she almost dropped him there. her cheeks turning a faint shade of red as she continued to hold them lightly. assuring her breasts wasn't pressing too hard into him.

Pride was always like this. Duedephleon heard the otherwise soft footsteps ready to pounce a minute or so before they finally closed in. Three sets. Light. Imps? They likely saw him as an easy mark. Readying his cane, he paused before drawing the sword. There was another presence watching. One that was moving far faster. Heavier. Padded...

Conclusion: Hellhound. A diversion perhaps? But which one was the diversion? He stood and muttered to himself. "Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who? Who?"

Even though his chances of serious injury were lesser than most hellborn, he wasn't winning a brawl with a trained hellhound. Phel was about to ready his cane for a more bludgeoning approach before the beast flung herself past him and into the imps. Now that he turned around he caught a glimpse of the woman.

She was nearly his height and dressed in common clothes. She was no one's formal bodyguard, no bodyguard would be so lightly clothed, but she moved like one anyway. An off duty one mayhap?

☪ GATHERING HER BEARINGS the hellhound retrieved the flyer from the ground. giving it a slight study before walking over to the grateful confused owl. handing back the paper to them with a genuine smile; showing she wasn't a threat despite her bravado fierce performance a few moments ago.

❝ I'M JUST YOUR normal hellhound kicking asses that were begging for it. guessing this belongs to you? ❞ after giving them the paper that had Phel's face all over it with the title "missing", Loona then waved off the repeated queries. showing both hands to further demonstrate she wanted no part in Goetia business.

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