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It was a stunning and heartbreaking moment for demi to watch his friend curl up defensively. Jove has always been skittish as long as he could remember the tiny boil, and watching him grow and become more social, even without speaking made him happy.

To see all that progress go out the steamy window in an instant, it hurt. his own ears pinned back, pouting at the boil and slowly raised his hands up, open palmed. "I didn't mean nothing by that, Jove." he stated calmly, trying to ease the foxfire from his flight or fight state. "I'm sorry."

He wanted to ask more, to find out what had happened, who would dare to hurt him. Who would hurt Jove of all people!? It was clear to him that he was not going to talk about it. "I won't ask, but if you do want to talk, you know I'll listen, whenever you are ready."

The feeling of shame of making his friend act in such a manner was just as horrible as the fact that he couldn't make eye contact with him. The water that ran cold made no connection between his senses and his brain till after a few tense moments passed. "I'm sorry for upsetting you, i'll give you your space." he mumbled at last, shuffling out from under the shower head and into a dryer area to towel off.

The last thing he wanted to do was draw his eyes at the marks again and set his friend off.

The towel unraveled, fluttering away, Leaving Damien to stand there, rump exposed to Jove as he tried his best to cover himself. Sorry for the view Jove. And slow him down it did, to a stop. the hell hound was frozen from the action. still, the idea of looking him in the face eluded him, looking at Jove in general seemed like a bad idea.

He didn't trust his own eyes. "Its Ok Jove, I won't ask, I won't look, I'll try not to make you uncomfortable." It wasn't stated with his usual chipper voice, it was deadpan, serious. the magic of the bonding moment between them was shattered.

And all he had to blame was himself for being worried about his friend.

Just when he thought that Jove was going to grow a pair. the boil became meek as a puppy yet again. the whining was louder, and more consistent and Damien was hastily snapping the towel back in place and he in turn bearing his fangs. "Well I don't know what to tell you." he snapped back harshly.

"You have something going on and I'm concerned and I want to ask, but you obviously don't want to bring any attention to it so I gave you your space, and now you are unhappy that I'm doing as such. I can't read minds Jove." It was the first time that he felt the need to bark at the young lad, but dammit all If he wasn't allowed to share how upset he was to the fellow pup. "I can't sit here and pretend everything is hunky-jacking-dory when I know that its not."

The nagging feeling of the ground dropping out from under him was coming back, Melas was clawing to gain control, tensing his body and the cloud of brimstone that began to grow in the misty shower, there was not much time left as he rushed to get out of the room and far away from Jove as possible, he didn't need to see that side of him. "You need ta figure out wha friendship really means t'yuh."

He knew that it should have been made clearer, when Jove should just back off. The boil was just far too unpredictable, when you thought the foxfire ghost zigged, he zagged. The desire to get away and to cool off on his own was all damien wanted. There was no need for Jove to see that side of him, there were people who knew that he was a clusterbomb of personalities, but not jove.

That one little tug, that rebellious bark and he could feel the control slipping, dissolving into nothingness and the feeling or anger rise. the temper that flares when the body refused to listen to his requests and followed another. The body of damien whirled around but the facial features,the snarl on his face and the dark emerald eyes were clearly not him. "Da Alphas na here runt, and I could give two shits 'bout yer condition.' he growled back, snapping at the boil and taking off the towel, uncaring for the restriction.

the pitiful scoldings from the two voices in his head were brushed aside as he laughed at the tinier boil. "Looks like someone kicked da pup a few times, HA! Unable to fight someone above their ankles eh?"

The sounds of weakness was music to Melas's ears, the tiny vocalization of warnings made him grin wider, more menacing. Sharp teeth were in full view, the hellhound letting out his own bark of dominance. "Did 'ja tink ah would hold yer hand an' tell ya' errythin' would be alright huh, Jove?" he growled back in the mist, spatting out his name like poison on his lips.

the careful glare was leveled in the mist of the bathroom. "ahm not Damien, dat filthy little pushovah, an don chu think ya can just growl at me an pretend yer da bigger dog here, runt!" he mocked openly, swiping an arm at the boil. "go back to yer litter and suck on a teat."

Melas was really missing the boots their collective form wore almost all the time. A howl of pain ripped from the hounds throat as he clung to the wall as a brace for his injured foot. Wet and throbbing from the strike, the grumpy hellhound snarled at the tiny boil and pushed him away. "Back off, ya little s**t!" enraged by Jove's actions and the ridicule of mockery that was going on in his head.

The nerve of this little mutt. "the little chihuahua can yap, yuh wanna get hit huh?"

It was an amazing feeling, the power that came with dominating someone, instead of being the one who had to bend their knee to another. The grin became more sadistic, fangs and teeth were bared. It wasn't damien, oh how he wanted to step on his alter ego's neck and have it beg for mercy. A fruitless dream for now, but terrorizing Jove was going to be just as sweet.

Torturing Jove was as inadvertent way to getting to the alpha. "Where are yah goin Jove?" he asked, mocking the sweet tone that damien used to speak when he moved closer to the foxfire pup, walking backwards to the shower. "yer no longer feelin' as brave as before? Where was all dat lip ya were givin' me?" the hound asked, tauntingly. "Well? You want yer little buddy back, one of the three alter ego's in dis body?" he didn't care for any response as he continued to move in closer.

"You cant' have him, this is MY body now."