12-23-2018, 02:10 PM
[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]
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The stench was powerful, revulsive, overwhelmingly strong. It was unable to go ignored, at least not by the hellhound, which led him straight towards the scene of the crime. Scales were s c a t t e r e d across the ground, dark streaks of crimson strewn about in a graceless fashion. Blood slowly bubbled on the edges of the puncture wound before dribbling down the fleshy creature and drying onto the surface of its body. Beady eyes were e m p t y and lifeless, and it was painfully obvious that it had not gone peacefully. The gory sight of the stake driven through its crown was unsettling, even to a man who was well-used to witnessing ( as well as taking part in ) less-than-pleasant scenes.
He stood there, silent and still, as dim orange visionaries fixed onto the snake's limp form. As if the aroma of metallic substance was not prominent enough, another scent also followed — The Rosebloods. Lucky had recognized it from when he had visited their territory himself, with one of their own. There was no doubt that this was payback, a warning, an attempt to scare him into submission. Although he had to keep a straight-face in order to bear the sight of the serpent, he was not discouraged. More cautious, perhaps, but he was now more motivated than before. Punks like that would not get away with such a threat back at home, back in his pack. His uncle would have ordered him to behead the offender and serve it to him on a silver platter. In this case, doing so would not be easy, but Lucky was determined to get what he wanted, one way or another.
The stench was powerful, revulsive, overwhelmingly strong. It was unable to go ignored, at least not by the hellhound, which led him straight towards the scene of the crime. Scales were s c a t t e r e d across the ground, dark streaks of crimson strewn about in a graceless fashion. Blood slowly bubbled on the edges of the puncture wound before dribbling down the fleshy creature and drying onto the surface of its body. Beady eyes were e m p t y and lifeless, and it was painfully obvious that it had not gone peacefully. The gory sight of the stake driven through its crown was unsettling, even to a man who was well-used to witnessing ( as well as taking part in ) less-than-pleasant scenes.
He stood there, silent and still, as dim orange visionaries fixed onto the snake's limp form. As if the aroma of metallic substance was not prominent enough, another scent also followed — The Rosebloods. Lucky had recognized it from when he had visited their territory himself, with one of their own. There was no doubt that this was payback, a warning, an attempt to scare him into submission. Although he had to keep a straight-face in order to bear the sight of the serpent, he was not discouraged. More cautious, perhaps, but he was now more motivated than before. Punks like that would not get away with such a threat back at home, back in his pack. His uncle would have ordered him to behead the offender and serve it to him on a silver platter. In this case, doing so would not be easy, but Lucky was determined to get what he wanted, one way or another.
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