06-24-2017, 10:39 AM
“Wait I just want to see something,” Gildarts said as he picked up a stray acorn and rolled it across the forest floor.
It stumbled over water-logged leaves and damp twigs, but it rolled directly into the sight of the humanoid creature. The thing’s black eyes blinked as its head looked up at the shrouded location that the acorn had rolled and then its small hands grasped for the acorn, picking it up with its stubby thumbs and attempting to take a bite out of it, shell first.
Well, that answered Gildarts’ question of it being potentially rabid. Gooey gobs of saliva trickled out of its mouth as the few teeth it had left, attached weakly to the dulling splotches of gray gums it still had, chomped into the acorn with all its might, the shell broke apart and drew blood.
The observing Prime frowned and stood up. It only seemed like the merciful thing to do now. It.
Kill it. The Malefactor agreed in her serpentine voice. You knew something was wrong with the darkness inside you agreed.
Gildarts looked down at Husky in his hand. If he did she’d get dirty. And what did she ever do to deserve that? Blood and messy chunks of flesh hanging off her blades like that, it was no way to treat a lady. Though the mostly steady rain would wash it away…
Illidan was tapping his foot impatiently. Gildarts felt the weight of his moral dilemma plague him. Gildarts heaved in a breath and unclothed his mistress. If he revved her up just the right way, she wouldn’t have to feel it.
The limpy mage took a slow walk over to it, passing through brambles and branches that clawed at his skin but left no mark. It was startled when the tall man came into view. The glassy shards of shell still crunched upon its tongue yet its jaw hung open. The creature was shivering as though by the cold, intimidated by size alone. The way nature worked. A law of size and gusto.
It was out here in the rain with no clothes on. A terrible way to die for anything, much less something that had once been a human being. Now it started clawing at the ground, hoping for escape. Gildarts found the starter cord what would start the Husqvarna up and pulled his hand against it, eventually her engine would warm, he was already smelling the sweet scent of gasoline she was emitting.
At the chuttering chugs of hopping power, she grew from her slumber and the blades began to whirl around the guide bar like a steely vortex of death. His hand was right next to the choke as he grappled with her orange body and held it high in the sky before ramming it down swiftly, he didn’t want the creature to feel a thing.
Thing about portable power saws though, is that if you tilt them wrong you got sprayed. While this surely counted as ‘practice’ it didn’t help him aim the stream of brains to perfection. The teeth that linked to form an endless chain slashed into not the skull of the creature, but Gildarts missed and sliced directly into the tree pinning it down. Shavings of sawdust flew into the air and continued into the downward momentum of his swing. Suddenly the log was light enough, and the creature was scared enough, to pull itself completely free.
Aww you let it get away… She spoke over the overpowering moans of the chainsaw.
The silver-armed mage pulled up on his forceful grip and released the downed tree from his wrath. Qvarna was still rumbling with life when Gildarts glimpsed around her anatomy searching for the off-switch.
“Are you done yet?” Illidan groaned and Gildarts pressed his finger directly on the most obvious button. Her ravenous noises died down and they headed back to the safehouse.
It stumbled over water-logged leaves and damp twigs, but it rolled directly into the sight of the humanoid creature. The thing’s black eyes blinked as its head looked up at the shrouded location that the acorn had rolled and then its small hands grasped for the acorn, picking it up with its stubby thumbs and attempting to take a bite out of it, shell first.
Well, that answered Gildarts’ question of it being potentially rabid. Gooey gobs of saliva trickled out of its mouth as the few teeth it had left, attached weakly to the dulling splotches of gray gums it still had, chomped into the acorn with all its might, the shell broke apart and drew blood.
The observing Prime frowned and stood up. It only seemed like the merciful thing to do now. It.
Kill it. The Malefactor agreed in her serpentine voice. You knew something was wrong with the darkness inside you agreed.
Gildarts looked down at Husky in his hand. If he did she’d get dirty. And what did she ever do to deserve that? Blood and messy chunks of flesh hanging off her blades like that, it was no way to treat a lady. Though the mostly steady rain would wash it away…
Illidan was tapping his foot impatiently. Gildarts felt the weight of his moral dilemma plague him. Gildarts heaved in a breath and unclothed his mistress. If he revved her up just the right way, she wouldn’t have to feel it.
The limpy mage took a slow walk over to it, passing through brambles and branches that clawed at his skin but left no mark. It was startled when the tall man came into view. The glassy shards of shell still crunched upon its tongue yet its jaw hung open. The creature was shivering as though by the cold, intimidated by size alone. The way nature worked. A law of size and gusto.
It was out here in the rain with no clothes on. A terrible way to die for anything, much less something that had once been a human being. Now it started clawing at the ground, hoping for escape. Gildarts found the starter cord what would start the Husqvarna up and pulled his hand against it, eventually her engine would warm, he was already smelling the sweet scent of gasoline she was emitting.
At the chuttering chugs of hopping power, she grew from her slumber and the blades began to whirl around the guide bar like a steely vortex of death. His hand was right next to the choke as he grappled with her orange body and held it high in the sky before ramming it down swiftly, he didn’t want the creature to feel a thing.
Thing about portable power saws though, is that if you tilt them wrong you got sprayed. While this surely counted as ‘practice’ it didn’t help him aim the stream of brains to perfection. The teeth that linked to form an endless chain slashed into not the skull of the creature, but Gildarts missed and sliced directly into the tree pinning it down. Shavings of sawdust flew into the air and continued into the downward momentum of his swing. Suddenly the log was light enough, and the creature was scared enough, to pull itself completely free.
Aww you let it get away… She spoke over the overpowering moans of the chainsaw.
The silver-armed mage pulled up on his forceful grip and released the downed tree from his wrath. Qvarna was still rumbling with life when Gildarts glimpsed around her anatomy searching for the off-switch.
“Are you done yet?” Illidan groaned and Gildarts pressed his finger directly on the most obvious button. Her ravenous noises died down and they headed back to the safehouse.
Quote:Gillidan B13 to Safehouse B
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