β don't piss me off ΰ£ β viscera drips from moonlit fangs, equal scraps of blood, muscle and skin between ruby lips. umber of gaze flares; pale, and lowly, contrasted against natural occults. though, his bite appears no less dangerous, from the crumbled heap at predator's feet. he unwinds, straightening to full height with glance over shoulder.
β i can smell you ΰ£ β eyes in direction of unwanted company, sneer revealing more crimson teeth. β fuck off, or come out ΰ£ β
β± OPEN STARTER !!













