[PRP] Stay (Damien x Uru)

[PhiferWolf]

Bloodlust Dante

Uru's rumbling grew as the shadows overtook him, and just as quickly as it had, it had peeled away from him revealing the larger dark canine. Inky black coat with a soft white underbelly, two horns spiraled between his ears before jerking back down the nape of his neck. His front much heavier than his hindquarters, his tail draping over the bed's edge as the beast loomed over the three-headed canine, his paw pressed where his fingers once roamed. The rumbling was not threatening, his expression smug. It was the cascade of foxfires onto the bed and all around the two large beasts that caught the demon's attention, huffing at the display. It was bed time, the pack knew it, and here the boils were shifting and doing their own displays when just moments ago they were too tired.

Uru huffed, the edges of his maw twitched as he turned on his spot, nudging the three-headed hellhound for some room. It was a gamble, to be this challenging, to show off his form in such way, to get this close to the boil. He could just brush it off, he seemed to have the humor, or he could get really awkward. In fact, it was out of character to even just do that.

Great, internal conflict.

Uru lifted his arm as one foxfire hopped over his side and into the space between his chest. He gave a 'what-do-you-think-you're-doing?' look and shot one at Damien.  

[Bloodlust Dante]

Damien was not even going to help, huffing and rolling his head back around to his side of the bed. The kick and nudge for space was not a problem, shifting to allow more room for Uru to stretch out. It was part of sharing living conditions Came with the title. The demon boil got a twap in the face with his tail for good measure as he resettled down after moving.


The little foxfire found the best area to hide in and was not planning on budging.  

[PhiferWolf]

Uru grunted and growled at the action, jerking a pointed look over his shoulder before slowing back down. The demon kept his tail tucked to his imaginary side of the bed, his limbs barely on the edge of the bed, but it was fine. He hooked a claw into the blanket as he rolled around to cover himself, pausing and moving so the foxfire could settle properly. He felt the multi-headed monster's large back pressed up against his own; the arch in his shoulders in this form jutting out. There was warmth at the point of contact that he didn't particularly mind. He grimaced briefly, not that the boil could see, as he let out another huff. This is better. Shifting and nuzzling into the pillow, Uru tried to calm himself to allow the sleep take him.