08-14-2018, 10:13 AM
//long mobile post, the only important paragraphs are the ones after the word “FUCK”
The scary part was that the crunch was entirely audible, the fracture of bone reverberated throughout the environment. White hot pain seared like a candle throughout his rear leg prompting him to scream in pain just as loudly as ever. If there was two things he knew in the whole ordeal, it was this gator or him, and that this specific gator was one mean son of a bitch.
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He needed to think. Just a while ago he joined here, to a mixed reception. There was those who disliked him, and there was those that could tolerate him. He had a business deal with Aya, and he had recently been promoted to Chaser. Not bad for a first week and a half, eh?
For Leroy, there was a lot to ponder on right now. He despised pondering, as when he pondered, he roamed, as when he roamed, he got lost. But right now, he truly felt that he needed to think.
First off, there was his loyalty. Since before day one, he had planned to use Tanglewood as a base of operations for dark intentions. Unsympathetic and cold, extortion was supposed to help him take control of the marshlands, having an iron fist over all that lived here, hopefully expanding to the other clans as well. As of now, he was aiming for the total opposite; Tanglewood was his family, whether his family whether they liked or not. What caused a change in heart wasn’t exactly known. He hadn’t been in a group with others before. His parents left him, his siblings were gone, thus it was up to only him that he made it through life. He was meant to be a loner, so he was for the longest time. This whole “we-look-out-for-each-other” dynamic was likely what drew him away from his goals, and he was glad.
Secondly, he was focused on his future. As a Chaser, he was dollars to donuts that moving forward rank-wise was on the horizon. If that happened, there would be no room for any antics at all. The clan would have to be his everything, no messing around anywhere else, like he had planned. There was also Aya, who needed body parts. He didn’t think about how he’d-
"FUCK!"
Lucky for him, his uneasy instincts allowed him to pull his leg away to avoid the loss of a limb. Unlucky for him, a fucking alligator had chowed down on his ankle. His joint was held in a vice in such a way he couldn’t rotate his body, or see anything going on behind him. However, he could feel a warm liquid trickling towards his haunches, followed by an insanely sharp sting. That wasn’t good.
Of course, the one time he decides to wander he ends up on the recieving end of a gator. This was it. This was his death. There was no way he’d escape the submission of a gator, whose jaws clamped together like one of those things that hold chip bags closed, where Leroy was the bag. He wasn’t going to go this easily, though; he still had a working hind leg, one that wasn’t drenched in blood. Thrashing it around wildly until all hope was lost, Leroy felt it collide with the reptile’s snout. The incredible grip was lost, and he immediately escaped with the few legs that worked. His ankle was completely shattered, there was no hope for it, unless he got medical attention fast.
There wasn’t any fleeing any time soon. The gator had regained its composure, and the thick muck made it near-impossible to run. It was then that the gator’s mouth fissured open, ready to snap. During this time, he had gotten ahold of his razor, which he chucked at the reptile. It missed awfully, but the attempt had confused the gator for long enough that he saw a chance to escape.
He stumbled past, yet he heard the sounds of a heavy reptile hot on his trail, and with a broken and bloodied ankle, it would be in no time at all when he was in the fiend’s mouth once more.
The scary part was that the crunch was entirely audible, the fracture of bone reverberated throughout the environment. White hot pain seared like a candle throughout his rear leg prompting him to scream in pain just as loudly as ever. If there was two things he knew in the whole ordeal, it was this gator or him, and that this specific gator was one mean son of a bitch.
...
He needed to think. Just a while ago he joined here, to a mixed reception. There was those who disliked him, and there was those that could tolerate him. He had a business deal with Aya, and he had recently been promoted to Chaser. Not bad for a first week and a half, eh?
For Leroy, there was a lot to ponder on right now. He despised pondering, as when he pondered, he roamed, as when he roamed, he got lost. But right now, he truly felt that he needed to think.
First off, there was his loyalty. Since before day one, he had planned to use Tanglewood as a base of operations for dark intentions. Unsympathetic and cold, extortion was supposed to help him take control of the marshlands, having an iron fist over all that lived here, hopefully expanding to the other clans as well. As of now, he was aiming for the total opposite; Tanglewood was his family, whether his family whether they liked or not. What caused a change in heart wasn’t exactly known. He hadn’t been in a group with others before. His parents left him, his siblings were gone, thus it was up to only him that he made it through life. He was meant to be a loner, so he was for the longest time. This whole “we-look-out-for-each-other” dynamic was likely what drew him away from his goals, and he was glad.
Secondly, he was focused on his future. As a Chaser, he was dollars to donuts that moving forward rank-wise was on the horizon. If that happened, there would be no room for any antics at all. The clan would have to be his everything, no messing around anywhere else, like he had planned. There was also Aya, who needed body parts. He didn’t think about how he’d-
"FUCK!"
Lucky for him, his uneasy instincts allowed him to pull his leg away to avoid the loss of a limb. Unlucky for him, a fucking alligator had chowed down on his ankle. His joint was held in a vice in such a way he couldn’t rotate his body, or see anything going on behind him. However, he could feel a warm liquid trickling towards his haunches, followed by an insanely sharp sting. That wasn’t good.
Of course, the one time he decides to wander he ends up on the recieving end of a gator. This was it. This was his death. There was no way he’d escape the submission of a gator, whose jaws clamped together like one of those things that hold chip bags closed, where Leroy was the bag. He wasn’t going to go this easily, though; he still had a working hind leg, one that wasn’t drenched in blood. Thrashing it around wildly until all hope was lost, Leroy felt it collide with the reptile’s snout. The incredible grip was lost, and he immediately escaped with the few legs that worked. His ankle was completely shattered, there was no hope for it, unless he got medical attention fast.
There wasn’t any fleeing any time soon. The gator had regained its composure, and the thick muck made it near-impossible to run. It was then that the gator’s mouth fissured open, ready to snap. During this time, he had gotten ahold of his razor, which he chucked at the reptile. It missed awfully, but the attempt had confused the gator for long enough that he saw a chance to escape.
He stumbled past, yet he heard the sounds of a heavy reptile hot on his trail, and with a broken and bloodied ankle, it would be in no time at all when he was in the fiend’s mouth once more.