Demon Hunter

[Frisk E. Coyote]

The Grim lay on his side weakly, his eyes smiled as he looked up at her, she licked her cheek comfortingly, his tail wagging slowly. His body recovered nicely, and his fur grew back. He got of his side and stayed down on all fours, resting his muzzle on her shoulder. "Daisy, sorry Daisy, Grim was not fast enough. Ozmandyas hurt Daisy." He apologized, whimpering softly. The black articles of clothing melted off her and pooled underneath her as black water. The Shadow of death emerged again, shaped like the grim reaper as usual before the Grim wrapped it around her like a blanket or a jacket. It felt like something silky, yet immaterial. Like warm air solidified, it was weightless but comfortably warm. "Grim will clean demon filth off Daisy." He told her softly, and nudged into the dark folds of the blanket-cloak, licking the white Demon seed off her midriff tenderly with his wide, hot, canine tongue.