Raiden was aware new slaves had come to the castle, but wasn’t really looking for the newbs per say, more just doing his job, so to speak, in walking the undercroft making sure slaves weren’t doing anything they weren’t meant to be and looking for something to fill his time, thinking about fucking one nice and hard, fucking it all up, then leaving it at Matt’s door to deal with to spite the little bitch for getting on his ass about slaves and having the fucking audacity to call him cheap, which he was, but that didn’t mean some bitch ass fallen could call him out on it, especially now he was master.
Huffing as he came around a tight corner a slave doing the same and bumping right into him. His eyes narrowed as a lighter set peered up at him. Already incited by his prior meetings of the day Raiden had a lot less chill than normal and normally it was pretty low. His large palm came over the things face bashing the back of it’s head against the wall body following suite as Raiden pressed himself against the other, fangs already slipping out from the aggression and the smell of blood that came from his initial attack on the other. “Gonna tear you apart wendigo.” He growled able to smell that familiar scent Hwan had with the other species that inhabited the tribrids body.
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