#caninis

                 Knuckles rap on the heavy door at the puppy’s home. It had been two years since Canis had lived in an actual home, which set happiness in Dorian’s heart. It wasn’t fair that he’d set actions into motion, leaving the dog out in the cold. By rules of the hellish underground, a vampire was not to be turned again - especially not to a demon. To those living in Hell, vampires are the lowest form of sin. They crawl and feed pitifully upon earth - their powers are weak. They are weak, and their souls already promised to a more powerful entity. The original. But, Canis knew what he’d tried to do anyhow - He knew very well. The thought washed away as Dorian realised that no one had answered. Rude.

   ‘ motherfuckin’ asswich parade -- ‘ clear cursed in a rush as his breath hit hard from his lungs , vaulting over a car hood that blared indignantly at his speeding escape through the streets , catapulting himself over car hood and cabs alike in order to escape the distant blaring of police sirens . distant only because he was on foot , and gratefully fast . it had been a mistake , whatever had set them off , but walk out of a store with the wrong seemed a graver offense than whatever they could be expending their energies on . spying a dumpster that greatly flanked over an alley , the hypnotist leap on to it in a single bound , casting one look over his shoulder before leaping to the ground and roughly sinking to the dry concrete , breathing hard . 

send me a canon/oc DA character and i’ll write banter between them and my muse / accepting.

       ▌♡°▐░ —  “You just crack 'em open and suck the marrow out.”