#hound;m

Kratos brushed slender over his hot flesh, his silver eyes trailing over the stranger’s smaller form. “Do I? Perhaps I just have not gotten enough rest.” 

It was Kratos whose fingers turned the silver handle of the main entryway to the large home. He stood stock still, his ghostly silver gaze narrowed on the figure that awaited at the other side. The man was no slight figure; perhaps, lean could be a better word to describe the stranger. Beneath the impeccably fine clothing there stood a man that by no means could be an easy target. He wreaked of blood and gore. Death, remained poised, in a fine suit at his master's door, and admittedly, even the inu could have welcomed the black shadow in without a further thought if impulse were to control his actions. But far more seemed to be on the line. The small pup at his leg cowered back, sensing the destruction radiating of the newcomer, and upon hearing her whimper, the young hound snapped out of his daze. He turned his attentions back to the oddly scented male, and his lips parted to allow for his greeting."May I help you? The master is currently out."