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I AM NOT A GOOD THING
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The hellhound had been settled within the mud and sludge, soft clicking rumbling from her throat as she kept to herself and waited for something to stumble just a little too close. The sound of grunting and the water being disturbed had the blackened creature moving her head just slightly, the clicking growing a little louder, just enough to keep whatever it was in her 'sights'. As it stumbles away and deeper into the territory, the alpha hound slowly follows, her paw steps surprisingly light for an animal her size and the partial paralysis but considering she's a sit and wait predator at the moment, she needs to be quiet.
Malkyn's mouth opens and closes at the scent of blood, teeth chattering together a little in disgruntled irritation when the smell of vague infection hit her nose. Not something she wanted to eat then- regardless, she was going to follow it and see if died anyway. Maybe one of the alligators would get to it, or she'd let the other hounds play with it for a little game. Mud falls off in wet clumps from her wirey and thin fur, moving against the ground and stopping whenever the little coyote stopped to avoid running into him or really letting him know she was there. Not that he wasn't deaf, likely could hear her clicking behind him.
Then the others find him, and usher to treat him, take care of him, and the blind hellhound feels her mounting excitement plunge towards the ground, standing up then and shaking herself off. The clicking slows until it stops completely and she absently trails over to the group, avoiding running into the others by following their voices until she's running head first into Fenris. A faint growl, her fur standing up slightly, clicking a little more to get a feel for where everyone was before she stands a little further from the group. "And just happened to get wire around your face."
Malkyn's mouth opens and closes at the scent of blood, teeth chattering together a little in disgruntled irritation when the smell of vague infection hit her nose. Not something she wanted to eat then- regardless, she was going to follow it and see if died anyway. Maybe one of the alligators would get to it, or she'd let the other hounds play with it for a little game. Mud falls off in wet clumps from her wirey and thin fur, moving against the ground and stopping whenever the little coyote stopped to avoid running into him or really letting him know she was there. Not that he wasn't deaf, likely could hear her clicking behind him.
Then the others find him, and usher to treat him, take care of him, and the blind hellhound feels her mounting excitement plunge towards the ground, standing up then and shaking herself off. The clicking slows until it stops completely and she absently trails over to the group, avoiding running into the others by following their voices until she's running head first into Fenris. A faint growl, her fur standing up slightly, clicking a little more to get a feel for where everyone was before she stands a little further from the group. "And just happened to get wire around your face."
MALKYN RHODES — ALPHA HELLHOUND — TANGLEWOOD ROGUE — TAGS
& YOU'RE ALL BRONZE AND BITE, ALL VENOM AND FISTFIGHT. YOU'RE THE DAWN THAT RISES BLOODY AND WRECKS SHIPS IN ITS WAKE, BUT YOU'RE A SIREN TOO, SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE ACHING HEART OF YOU. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]