10-02-2018, 11:25 AM
[glow=black,1,400]A BEATING HEART OF STONE, YOU GOTTA BE SO COLD TO MAKE IT IN THIS WORLD — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]
Now, if Butch hadn't shoved someone into the poisonous waters the temporary Demiurge would have considered letting the other escape scottfree yet that didn't seem to be the case. He let out a soft huff with both ears pinned against his cranium feeling a form of frustration yet he wasn't able to do much but capture this bitch. "I really don't like doin' this," He said to himself in a low voice, his pupils narrowed into dangerous slits and soon enough the direhound was trotting forward until it turned into a powerful run with his muscles rippling under his thick coat, soft chuffs escaping his jaws. He was slowly catching up and once Quill was close enough would he lunge forward and attempt take a grip on the back of Butch's neck if he managed to come out successful, the direhound attempted to pin the slave in a quick motion with powerful jaws still around the other's neck yet his grip was gentle and not threatening to puncture the other's jugular. He proceeded to speak with a soft snort escaping him "You realize you could have just gone without killing the dude." There was a pause as he spoke in a low, quiet voice so only the slave would hear "Fuck man, you could've killed frog psycho. . ." He was sure that Valkyr would come along and help Quill battle away his,morality, Valk was never far from him nor Quill far from the sha creature.