#houndier

                   he might be old as DIRT, but he sure as hell isn’t dead. adapted to living among the ( well ) living, beguuel hides behind masks all day long. it had been sometime since he actually had some FUN. though he wouldn’t normally pick THIS place out of all, a garden shop, he KNOWS there are weak & unassuming souls here to prey on. the god peruses when suddenly his attention is draw toward the direction of man. oh, he knows, he can FEEL it. quickly, beguuel picks his target & makes his way over. 

     ❛ hey, mind handin’ me that boquet of roses ? t’misses would like ‘em much unless y’got better ideas ? ‘m not one f’flowers but, i gotta try. ❜

TwistedZepher - (FR) - Dominex - Sketch + flat color/minimal shading. - DONE Kawakamis -  (FR) Rough shade (pernese) - QUEUE

i feel you on this :///////

heavy boots fall against the floorboard announcing  the  leader’s arrival  back  to  his  cabin. he  knows  nolan  is   AROUND  here somewhere within the little thing he mistakes as a home. pushes open the door to his bedroom  &  with  a  s w i f t  move, the bag DROPS toward the floor with a  t h u d. his  facade  is  stained  in blood before he turns to see nolan. 

                                        ❛ don’t say anything.