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[h2][color=orange] Damon Fawkes[/color][/h2]
Location: barricade room with dean (a+ dude)
Tattoo count: 1 wolf
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Damon chose not to respond to the guy that clearly didn’t understand why he went by the host. His ability wasn’t like mindless fire these were parasites in the form of ink. Another claw found its way out and he winced before he found himself being pulled into a room. Thank god. He panted a bit and nodded at dean before the wolf on the center of giants chest broke free shredding husband shirt and snarling looking around before seeing dean and huffing.

Damon slowly shoved the dragon claws back into his arm with a wince and looked at the wolf who whimpered. [color=orange]”nice thinking but......I just....I don’t know if I can just trust them”[/color] he shook husband head and sat up grabbing the scruff of the wolf and forcing it to lay down. [color=orange]”I know I seem calmer now but.....I’m not okay. I have to pretend to be so two more don’t pop out.....but I’m freaking out”[/color] he looked at Dean and if the guy looked he could probably tell Damon was not okay.