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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]Diabolus was boiled. Cooked. Dead. A low ughhhhh escaped the canine's jaws as he flopped down in the sticky shade of a tree, breathing in lungfuls of wet air. It was impossible to escape this heat, it seemed; he was stuck to rot, miserable.


    /mobile & busy, sorry!
    [color=transparent] #diabolusyo
    #diabolusbc

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    RISIKA ! [color=nope] information || battle tags


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    the haunting prescence of little risika could instantly be felt. she stretched her long legs, walking over with subtle grace. nothing about her was charming, but she did have a few "beautiful" things about her. the fact that her fur was well kept, clean, sleek, and incredibly soft was one. the way her hips swayed gently as she walked was another. her tail, the bushy one of a fox, was rather intriguing. not to mention the fragileness of her bone structure and figure. and when you got to know her, it was her eyes and delicate smile that would melt you the most. but at the moment, those same eyes that could hold the gentleness of a mother upon seeing her newborn for the first time, were fueled with a burning fire. she stood, looking down only slightly to the wolf, observing him quietly before opening her jaws to speak. Hello.. I don't believe we've met.
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  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]Hearing a voice, and seeing feet, Diabolus glanced up and raised his head, ears pricking. No, he didn't believe they'd met, so the canid just shrugged his shoulders, shook his cranium back and forth. " Nah, we haven't. I'm Diabolus, nice to meetcha. What's your name? " his voice was quizzical, friendly, but his tail did not wag. Rather, his body was tensed as he pushed himself into a sitting position, chest and flanks heaving with deep, overheated pants.
    [color=transparent] #diabolusyo
    #diabolusbc

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    Risika. she flicked her tail before she parted her jaws in a yawn. Do you want to come to the oasis with me..? You looked overheated. she questioned, deciding she should be polite for once in her life.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]Did he? Oh, god, of course he did! Sitting up a little straighter, then rising to his paws, Diabolus nodded. " Hell, yeah, I wanna go! I've been looking for an oasis. " he barked, expression a little brighter.
    [color=transparent] #diabolusyo
    #diabolusbc

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    she gave a small smile(which was rare) before padding to the oasis. it was actually a rather short walk, and she was proud of herself for remembering where it was. this is when she began to study his appearance and mannerisms. and something that caught her attention was his eyes. lime green like foliage and thick undergrowth. a bit like a ungle hidden by the darkness of his pelt. they were bright and hypnotizing, and she took quite the liking to them.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]He'd never liked his eyes.


    Witchcraft, work of evil, his mother had said. She'd named him ' Diabolus ' because of them. Apparently, she hadn't named her pups until they'd started to show signs that could label them as somebody ... And he had gotten Satan. Truly, he had never been offended by it, but his eyes, he ... He'd never liked them. They were curses used only to see, but he'd never seen them as anything but worthless, of an undesirable colour.


    Unaware she was studying his optics, his much hated gaze, Diabolus slid into the cool water with a sigh, grinning. " Ah, that's the shit. " he barked.
    [color=transparent] #diabolusyo
    #diabolusbc

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    she couldn't seem to stop staring. you're eyes... she trailed off, before laughing nervously and looking away. sorry... they're just very beautiful. stupid stupid stupid! he'll think you're a creeper now you idiot. why aren't you just being your usual cold-hearted and rude self? she snarled to herself in her head. it was a good question.

  • [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 430px; text-align: justify; font-family: times new roman;]Hearing that, Diabolus blinked. Yeah, he did find that rather creepy, but he wasn't mean enough to point that out. He could keep his opinions to himself, really. " Ah, right. Thanks, I guess? Don't stare at 'em for too long, though. Mother always said you'd contract a nasty disease and die if you stared for too long. " the canine woofed, chuckling nervously.
    [color=transparent] #diabolusyo
    #diabolusbc

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    I doubt that, but I'll quit staring. It's a bit odd for someone like me to creepily stare at something, huh? she gave a shrug, before a smirk eased itself onto her face. she splashed the water, aiming for the unsuspecting canine's face. sika was different every few seconds. but she wasn't bi-polar, that was for sure. she was only showing her soft side to diabolus. which she still had no idea why she was doing it.


    she's gonna crush on him so hard omg

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    poor diabolus lmao


    " Yeah, don't risk it. Not even for a biscuit. " uttered the canine solemnly, before spinning to try and splash her as water droplets hit his face. Regardless of whether he was successful or not, Diabolus would then sink underwater and (doggy) paddle away, letting the cool liquid relieve his burning body.
    [color=transparent] #diabolusyo
    #diabolusbc

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    she huffed as water was splashed back, making her face fur all droopy and wet. with a little growl, she began to sneak around the other side in attempt to ambush him. he was now swimming towards her, but she had turned scent manipulation and invisibility on. ooh, this would be fun.


    she never acts like this