11-25-2019, 01:03 AM
ROMANEMPIRE
"I'm sorry, secret siren, but I'm blocking out your calls"
It had been a long time since Roman had thought of rats, so long in fact that he almost forgot about the last time he had an encounter with them. The sound of Vox running and yelling about them brought the memories all back, and, worried, the male would furrow a brow, the thought of swarms of rats coming out of the rafters and walls in the buildings in the territory clutching at his chest.
"Where are they? Did they bite you?" Ro knew that it wasn't all rats that were rabid, not all of them could cause more harm if they were to bite someone, but the ones he remembered were, the ones he remembered had caused him to go into an illness where he had experienced his most memorable death. It had been slow, and it had been painful. Suffocating to death from your own snot was not something you wanted to happen to you, no matter if you were immortal or not.
"Where are they? Did they bite you?" Ro knew that it wasn't all rats that were rabid, not all of them could cause more harm if they were to bite someone, but the ones he remembered were, the ones he remembered had caused him to go into an illness where he had experienced his most memorable death. It had been slow, and it had been painful. Suffocating to death from your own snot was not something you wanted to happen to you, no matter if you were immortal or not.
tags - penned by @ tikki