[The wolf whines a bit when satan gets off him but he knows he has to wait for his prize. He is going to get more of him in a few minutes so like a good boy Wriothesly goes over to a corner out of the way and sits and makes himself as small as he can. His tail wags behind him as he sits patiently and watches Satan move all the furniture around the room. He doesn't really get it but he lets him do his thing. He's just happy that Satan has his scent. The man is his right now and Wriothesley is so proud of that.
That is until a plume of smoke appears where Satan once was and their mixed scents is gone. All he can smell is fire and brimestone and its so strong he starts to almost choke. He gets up and coughs, the fur on his body on edge as his tail stops wagging and his ears lay flat on his head.
A deep growl reverberates in his chest as he cautiously walks towards the smoke of the beast in the room. He knows logicially its still his Satan but his scent is gone. The claim he just placed is vanished like it never existed. He isnt sure if he should attack or submit to this powerful being before him. There is none of him that looks like the sweet gentle man he's been falling for, not even the same eyes. Wriothesley is confused.
He hears the voice, ears still low on his head but he pads over to the beast and sniffs at him, sneezing at first from how the scent fills his lungs too fast but he does still rub his face against Satan's leg. He keeps himself low still and once he sees Satan is fine he lays on his back again, submitting to him.]
Big...you're big...and you lost my scent....why? I liked you smelling like me.
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That is until a plume of smoke appears where Satan once was and their mixed scents is gone. All he can smell is fire and brimestone and its so strong he starts to almost choke. He gets up and coughs, the fur on his body on edge as his tail stops wagging and his ears lay flat on his head.
A deep growl reverberates in his chest as he cautiously walks towards the smoke of the beast in the room. He knows logicially its still his Satan but his scent is gone. The claim he just placed is vanished like it never existed. He isnt sure if he should attack or submit to this powerful being before him. There is none of him that looks like the sweet gentle man he's been falling for, not even the same eyes. Wriothesley is confused.
He hears the voice, ears still low on his head but he pads over to the beast and sniffs at him, sneezing at first from how the scent fills his lungs too fast but he does still rub his face against Satan's leg. He keeps himself low still and once he sees Satan is fine he lays on his back again, submitting to him.]
Big...you're big...and you lost my scent....why? I liked you smelling like me.