Date: 2007-04-10 04:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] captainryan.livejournal.com
The blood is exciting, but the other scents make him hesitate. How does someone smell of pain? Regardless, he holds her gaze, still growling softly. He flexes his claws a few times, waiting to see which of them will look away first.

It will not be him. This is his place.
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