[ First something crashes against the wall near the door, deliberately missing Theo; then a growl that sounds like a human no! fighting its way out of a beast's throat, a silhouette ducking behind the massive bed to make himself as small as possible sitting on the floor. The room is a mess, redecorated by someone with more strength than self-control, more ire than the power to keep it in check. Immediately the sigil's effects permeate anyone who comes close enough to the boy on the floor, shaking because he's either cold (Dom is never cold), angry or scared. All of his exposed skin seems to have a hint of pink, human hands clutching and hiding his head with grotesque claws. ]
Y-you need to, you need—you need to leave.
[ Something off about his words, too. His fangs are getting in the way. ]
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Y-you need to, you need—you need to leave.
[ Something off about his words, too. His fangs are getting in the way. ]