Dinner For Ten? [Inner Circle Hunt]
10-26-2015, 11:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-26-2015, 11:30 PM by Newol.)
Volbeat - Guitar Gangsters and Cadillac Blood
| Newol |
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Bobbing on his feet for a moment, waiting for the signal, Newol was ready. It had been too long. It had been too long sense his blood had boiled, the little spikes of adrenaline running down his legs. Been too long sense his heart raced and his soul ran hot. And for once, he had a reason to do it in high spirits. He was ready. Nothing else mattered. There was only this moment, this hunt. This kill. And if Obito was game to run for the other one, then he was game to make it quick and bloody. To run for that other kill. He was ready to be alive and amplified once again, like he'd been oh so long ago back in the pages of time. So at her signal, he shot off like a good, pelting beside her, grin on his face as he matched her pace. Surreal wouldn't out do him in this aspect, she might be a warrior queen, but he was a working man. And he was very endeared to that title. To be able to rise empires on his shoulders. Such was a working man's place in the world. A builder, forger, laborer. Some people didn't have a taste for it, He lived for the shit. When she broke right, he fell back a step and sweeped behind her, breaking left while still matching her stride. Charging up heavy on the beast's left side, a joyous and energetic grin spread his maw. Finally, it was Newol's time to run with the pack, in formation with those he loved blindly and loyally and fiercely. To Surreal, this was just a hunt. To him it was much more than a hunt. To him it was turning of the page. All things really come to he who waits, and the bastard waited long enough. |