#| int. Raydan |

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open to: m/f/anyone plot: Raydan is a hellhound with a curse on him, any magic user that summons him can enslave him & make him do whatever they like per the laws of his curse (a punishment placed on him by a vengeful witch). He spent a good portion of his prolonged life finding the spells scattered throughout time & history used to summon him but he missed one, one your muse found & has used to summon him, whether they know what they're doing/summoning is up to you! hmu if you'd like more details or wanna plot !! connection: witch, warlock or magic user that summoned him.

Raydan had almost forgotten what it felt like, that pull of magic slowly lacing through him like cold unseen tendrils of power creeping in to consume him. He'd been about halfway through a bottle of some liquor, stumbling back to the bathroom in the hallway of some hole in the wall bar. A distantly familiar hum started to buzz in his sensitive ears, his body slumping as it intensified and the tall brunette braced himself against the wall before the magic took hold of him completely. The violent heat of hellfire engulfed the drunk hound and he vanished from the plane he was existing on, thrown into shadows and flames, clothes burned from his body as the magic of the cursed summoning spells gripped him with bruising talons. It had been far too long since the last time this cursed dark magic had touched his soul and skin because Raydan had forgotten how much it hurt.

His mouth opened in a silent scream of pain as the magic grew tighter and more vicious, getting closer to where his summoner was, pulling him to them. Anger boiled in his veins along with his blood as hellfire erupted around him and spat his naked, sweaty body to the rough cold ground where burning sigils of a spell were burned into the ground. The man stayed on his hands and knees for a while, body trembling, burning, engulfed in flames for a moment longer before they settled and a deep growl rumbled up his throat in an inhuman sound. Dark eyes burned with the reflections of flames as Raydan raised his head to glance around, searching for the face he knew he'd come to hate just like all the rest of the magic users that had enslaved him.

When he met there gaze he didn't speak, simply growled, shifting slightly on the ground though his body ached with the pain of the aftermath, the magic that slipped away, died out focused in on him and circled around his wrists to form small gold bracelets, shackles that matched the singular one he knew would form around his new master. His lip twitched in a snarl before he dared to try and push himself to his feet, naked form rising to his feet with power instead of shame. He hated magic.

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open to: m/f/anyone connection: partner in crime, someone he was sent to rescue/get out of a shitty situation, old friend or partner, old flame/ex, idk whatever works~

The speed of the vehicle was irrelevant to Raydan, his dark gaze was fixated on the moon illuminated back road as he exceeded the speed limit by a good twenty miles per hour. “That was stupid,” he breathed, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror searching for anyone that might have been following them, there wasn’t anyone yet but with the thick darkness on the road, anything could have been following them. A grunt left the dark-haired man’s busted lips as he shot a glance at the person in the passenger’s seat, dark gaze moving over them quickly, searching for injuries. He’d sustained several himself, busted ribs for sure, so much so he shifted to ease the pain, it didn’t work too well. “What were you thinking?” He asked in a breathy voice, pained and almost labored.

It was his way of expelling his frustrations, certainly, it hadn’t been their fault anything that had transpired had ended in Raydan getting the shit kicked out of him, it wasn’t a rare occurrence, but the man was irritated, to say the least regardless. The vehicle jerked on the unpaved road before he turned onto the pavement, finding the main road to take. Wincing slightly, he took a hand off the wheel and put it to his side, testing the intensity of his injuries, a small hiss left his lips and Raydan put his hand back. “Can you tell if anyone is following us?” He questioned, his voice less irritated this time around. 

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open to: m/f/anyone connection: someone trying to hire, an old acquaintance, idfk anything works~

 A twitch of annoyance shadows his features for half a second before the dark haired man flashed a brief smile which was far from any form of kind, his head bobbed a couple times until he finally brought his gaze over to the person which had so unluckily gained his attention. 

“I would love nothing more than to tear their throat out,” his eyes flashed with a darkness that had previously touched feature, this was a more unsettling annoyance, as if he was not only inconvenienced by being there but also by the very idea he wouldn’t enjoy every second of harming another individual. “But it’s not gonna be for FREE, mon chéri.”

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open to: m/f/anyone connection: someone he protected, date, stranger he saved from some muggers, idk whatever works 

      “Don’t worry, I’m accustomed to pain,” his dark gaze showed just how he was unphased by the injuries to his body, even as he wiped the blood from his mouth and spat the rest out onto the ground. Raydan was more than just used to being used by people, it was essentially the rules of his fucking curse. His gaze met that of the object his rage had been focused upon mere moments prior, a group of men, perhaps five, six if he had counted correctly but he had made the correct choice in running away from the dark haired monster man.

       Fighting and using his fists were such second nature that when the group of men had called out to the pair, Raydan and whom he had been accompanying, the hellhound hadn’t thought twice of disposing of the bastards. They weren’t dead but he was sure that they all would feel like it once they woke from their pained induced slumber. His words hadn’t meant to be hurtful but he couldn’t help feeling as this had all been a set up for him to simply get rid of the men who were so obviously after the other person. Raydan shot them a glance and huffed softly, turning on his heel, gravel grinding under his shoes as he turned to walk away.

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@fortunefavours​ || For Addy

     It was a drive he rarely had control over, although, this time around, he wasn’t sure he really minded it when it took him by surprise. There wasn’t always a distinction between beast and man, but a few steps carried him closer to the object of his affections before his forehead found its place against Addison’s shoulder. With his face nuzzling against her softly he let his hands snake in around her waist, leaning against her some before grunting ever so softly as if to say he wanted to be pet.

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