Kit was whining and barking, clawing at the door vigorously. She barked at the top of her lungs as she heard a loud bang, and snarling. She looked up at Take, whining. Where's Blair? What's going on?Take stared at Blair, expecting her to get in but that look in her eyes told him everything.
She better not.. I swear...
He shook his head then opened his mouth to speak, but she closed the door on him before he could. He began to yell at her to open the doors, banging on them furiously with the side of his fist.
You’re a cruel one..
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The rotting wolf broke through the door, its fungal spores emitting from its body. It sniffed the floor vigorously and lifted its head to look at where the scent ended. Its pale white eyes glared at Blair, then it started to snarl. Its lips curled, fangs showing with disgusting miscolored foam flowing from its mouth. The five-foot tall decomposing wolf started to stalk towards her, its one ear retreating against its skull. Parts of the wolf’s fur was missing, visibly from mange, along with large patches of fungus that grew in some areas.
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"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I have to do this, I can't let you get hurt." Blair's eyes were squeezed shut as she whispered repeatedly under her breath to Take, the doors shaking against her back as he tried to open them.
She was silent for a few moments, and suddenly the person standing there wasn't her. Well, it was her. She was still there, peering through the eyes from the side, but who stood in her place was much stronger, and much, much crueler. "Hello, puppy," she seemed to coo those words in a snarling, dark manner. "Unfortunately for you, Blair is not on the menu for tonight. Neither is her, or rather my, soulmate or dog, for that matter. Scamper back to your dungeon where you belong, doggy."