12-18-2022, 11:26 PM
He couldn't tell if it was the freaked out animals that got his attention, or the scent of blood. But either way, with Icarus being the subject of many a frightened whisper, DevilDog was a little concerned. The large hellhound carefully loped over to where he assumed Icarus was, and sniffed. Blood. A stench he knew all too well. It hounded his memory. Slowly, he spoke. "Icarus? That you, buddy? You, uh... you doin' alright?"
[glow=black,2,300]— ❖ —[/glow]
[glow=black,2,300]GOODBYE MY FRIENDS, GOODBYE TO THE MONEY
ADEIU TO THE FUCKERS THAT THINK THAT IT'S FUNNY![/glow]
ADEIU TO THE FUCKERS THAT THINK THAT IT'S FUNNY![/glow]