Fill Graves. |ᴾᵃʳᵒᵈʸ
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Fill Graves. |ᴾᵃʳᵒᵈʸ
@Shadow0n3
The big, bad shadow. • 𝓜𝔂 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 @gildedhound (art by them)




A gargling, feral sound greets the words. Possibly understanding, maybe probably an ‘okay’ of his own. Hard to say when he’s spitting out something with the patter of something pebbly hitting the ground. He doesn’t look at Graves. Bit distracted.

One has to wonder why he even has it, then. Taking a moment to rub his face along Graves’ shoulder, he leaves a rusty red and oily black smear, before plunging into the storage unit and immediately toppling to scrape his side along the floor with a sharp, keen sound.

Look there’s only so much he can do. Sniffing at Phil. Sniffsniffsniff, all while he lopes after him.

Pausing in the middle of nibbling at his forearm. Patchy fur e v e r y w h e r e. Itchy. Tasty. Half-scrambling, half-falling out of the car with a slightly wet ‘thud’.

He can’t. :( It’s natural. Don’t worry, he’ll eat it.

( shedding all over )


Tug. Tug tug. He’s not an idiot he can unlock doors— —it’s stuck. WrOOOOOO.

Hands up on the glass. Staring. Is he allowed to get out? Sloooowly reaching for the door handle.

Face mashing against the window. Tail smacking the seat. He can smell it. F r e e d o m.

"Yeah, that's what I was told last time too." She takes the bag a bit more snatchy than she needs to, slinging it over her shoulder.

The saddest ears.

"Am I actually gonna get to spend time with her this time?"

