01-27-2017, 08:37 PM
"Well...you certainly are a messy eater."
Nisha's smooth voice ring through small room, distracting Koal from his current meal. The corpse that was once Kilandi lay on the floor, mutilated and torn to pieces, her lifeblood covering the floor. Koals teeth and the area around his mouth was stained with the crimson liquid. He snarled at the Raider Commander, his claws extending once more. She held up her hands in a sign of peace, snapping her fingers at the person behind her, who handed her a bundle of black clothing.
"I came with some fresh clothes, as well as an offer, if you'll hear it." Koal glanced warily at the clothes before he straightened to his full height, standing a good five inches above Nisha. He wiped the mouth with the back of his hand, not that it did much good. He reached forward tentatively, grabbing the clothes, and waiting a moment before cautiously pulling them close to his body.
"What....offer." The words were hard to growl out, the damage in his throats catching up to him. Turns out screaming as hard as you can isn't conducive to a healthy vocal chords. Noah's smiles, taking another step forward.
"You've definitely shown your readiness to kill... in a very entertaining way, I might add." She pauses, as if searching for the right words. "I want you to come work for me. A champion against rival gangs."
Koal ripped off the tattered remains of his shirt, baring his lean muscles for a brief moment, before a plain black tee covered it up again. He adjusted the shirt a bit awkwardly, before letting his gaze slide up to meet Nisha's. His eyes were pitch black, filled with an unholy hatred.
"What's gonna stop me from killing you right now and just leaving?" Noah's smiled and took a step forward, entering Koals personal space. She then punched him in the gut with enough force to send him to his knee, gasping for air. As he floundered for a breath, she knelt down and spoke, an audible growl present in her voice.
"That would be me."
Nisha's smooth voice ring through small room, distracting Koal from his current meal. The corpse that was once Kilandi lay on the floor, mutilated and torn to pieces, her lifeblood covering the floor. Koals teeth and the area around his mouth was stained with the crimson liquid. He snarled at the Raider Commander, his claws extending once more. She held up her hands in a sign of peace, snapping her fingers at the person behind her, who handed her a bundle of black clothing.
"I came with some fresh clothes, as well as an offer, if you'll hear it." Koal glanced warily at the clothes before he straightened to his full height, standing a good five inches above Nisha. He wiped the mouth with the back of his hand, not that it did much good. He reached forward tentatively, grabbing the clothes, and waiting a moment before cautiously pulling them close to his body.
"What....offer." The words were hard to growl out, the damage in his throats catching up to him. Turns out screaming as hard as you can isn't conducive to a healthy vocal chords. Noah's smiles, taking another step forward.
"You've definitely shown your readiness to kill... in a very entertaining way, I might add." She pauses, as if searching for the right words. "I want you to come work for me. A champion against rival gangs."
Koal ripped off the tattered remains of his shirt, baring his lean muscles for a brief moment, before a plain black tee covered it up again. He adjusted the shirt a bit awkwardly, before letting his gaze slide up to meet Nisha's. His eyes were pitch black, filled with an unholy hatred.
"What's gonna stop me from killing you right now and just leaving?" Noah's smiled and took a step forward, entering Koals personal space. She then punched him in the gut with enough force to send him to his knee, gasping for air. As he floundered for a breath, she knelt down and spoke, an audible growl present in her voice.
"That would be me."
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables