These Gangstas Ride Rockets, They Takin' Off! [Abraxas, Any Brave Souls]
11-25-2017, 01:03 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-25-2017, 01:14 PM by Ashiel.)
Ashiel stalked through the woods, nostrils flaring as he picked up the most concentrated scent of the mortals bodies leading him right to the den site. His ears twitched, his emerald eyes seeming to glow in the darkness and he moved closer and closer into the heart of the encampment, his hackles on end, his body tensed and ready for battle. Was there any brave soul left to battle them or had the all fled? He gazed about him for a moment then set back to his work til his nose led him to what had to be the alpha's den. He cocked his head and waited as he gazed at it, his nose working to untangle the scents. What Ashiel hoped to find were the fresh scents of living bodies, the sound of fluttering hearts and shallow breathing that would indicate there were occupants within the den. Ashiel took his time. He was in no hurry to stick his head in some random den with his ass in the air. For all he knew the rats were trying to lay a trap for him and he wasn't falling for it. He kept his senses alert as his nose worked. His ears flicked and he wondered if his family would join him soon. He was here, ready and willing to learn their family's bloody trade. |
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