Blood, Gold, and Silver
He felt no pull towards it, no desperate desire to find and claim the person who’s scent filed his nose, but his curiosity did spike.
Which was rare for him these days. Nothing ever surprised him anymore, until now.
“Want us to track them down and behead them for their insolence,” Drax grumbled, flexing his massive muscles.
“I haven’t had gotten to kill anyone in weeks now,” Luther complained, producing a pair of knives from somewhere on his person.
“Can we at least play with them a bit first, show them how to properly get it on,” Brit added, licking her lips while producing electricity between her fingers.
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