Your so lucky you turned off pics in asks because I would bully you with panels of Per being a sloppy wet cat
WAIT I TURNED THAT OFF?
how do I turn that on hold on
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TMA Excerpt Part 2: Jayrose Edition
Ft. Hunt! Jason, Eye! Rose, dog imagery, suggestive themes, canon typical murder and gore, and a hint of cannibalism as a treat. they're evil and married your honor @perseus-jackass
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Bones crunch under the pressure of his jaws, tender flesh splitting to welcome in his teeth as blood drenches the concrete and his clothes. He'd just washed these yesterday, so at least it's Rose's day for laundry.
The writhing thing beneath him makes an agonized noise as Jason's claws dig into it's soft belly, guts spilling out as Jason rips and tears with wild abandon, lost to the haze of blood and the rushing victory of a successful chase.
The deliberate footsteps become apparent behind him as Rose decides to let him know of her presence. Not that she needs to, he's a Hunter, he smelled her the second she turned the corner of the block. Thick and smokey and almost enough to distract him from the bones he's cleaning with heavy swipes of his tongue.
Almost.
The growl rises in his chest unbidden as she steps close to his kill, but a sharp look and pointed whistle is all it takes to bring him to heel. The noise freezes in his chest abruptly and he straightens his spine like an eager puppy greeting it's owner. He scrambles over to her without bothering to stand, kneeling at her feet with a blood stained grin.
She telegraphs her movements as she reaches towards his face, thumb sliding through the viscera along his jaw briefly before she hooks her pointer finger behind his fully extended canines, playfully tugging at it. He let's her, let's his jaw relax and his shoulders slump forward. Rose rewards him by carding her strong fingers through his hair, unheeding of the gore drying in tacky clumps in his curls.
She clicks her tongue when she reaches the white streaks in his hair. "Should just dye it red at this point." She drawls, smile soft and indulgent, the way one looks at a prized pet whose just knocked over a house plant and rolled around in the soil.
He can't quite speak yet, an almost human noise the closest vocalization he can manage as far down as he is. This is fine, he doesn't need to be present. Rose will take his leash, and he will follow wherever she leads. Let it never be said that he's untrained.
Her now bloody fingers drop to the thick leather collar around his neck, lightly brushing the sparkling eye pendant before backtracking to the ring it dangles from. She tugs once, twice, gentle but firm. "Time to go home." She intones softly.
He nods, only just managing to push himself to his haunches. He towers over her like this, but she leads him easier than even a real dog might allow. A low, constant rumble starts in his throat, getting louder when the finger looped around his collar is replaced by a firm hand in his oversized paws.
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happy valentines day and/or discount chocolate day eve to all those who celebrate! peace and love/hugs/handshakes/headbutts/preferred method of showing affection
update:
I FORGOT THE AROACE FLAG
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