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mo ran 墨燃 | mo weiyu 墨微雨 ([personal profile] zhanmadao) wrote in [personal profile] rumination 2024-09-08 12:44 am (UTC)

[ That familiar scent is so nice that Mo Ran drifts off to comforting, quiet dreams, nobody chasing him and the pain of his wounds not seeping through into his dream world.

The waking is abrupt though. Someone yells at him and, before he even knows what's going on, instinct kicks in. Mo Ran pushes himself up on all fours, bouncing back from the other, sensing danger and thus his furry ears pop up from on top of his head, dark enough that they mold seamlessly with his inky, messy hair, tangled with leaves. They're tucked back, showing his fear. He bares his teeth, sharp canines into view and eyes squinted, while a growl that belongs to no human comes out of his throat.

Does this man want to hurt him too, after all? Mo Ran feels the blood trickling from his inner thigh wound but he keeps moving back anyway, even if it stings. Too bad behind him there's the fireplace so he gets cornered, the realization making his nails turn into claws, while he glances around. This place is so cluttered that he has no idea where's the door, nor what route to take to get far from this man... It's likely he'll trip up if he tries. ]

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