wall of ice, warmth of speech
[ voodoo, trigger; drug use ]
06-28-2022, 08:40 AM
Voodoo's stalking worked, and the deer shot toward him. She ran after the prey, making sure it didn't stray from the path he was hiding in. Torben lifted himself to all fours when it ran at him. The doe, startled, tried to skid to a halt and change direction. It didn't work. With a massive paw, he cuffed the poor creature and it fell to the earth. He was on it in seconds. Lifting his head, his front stained with blood, he looked at Voodoo. "Lady's first" he offered, stepping back to allow her room to feed "I gotta wash this off..." he murmured, turning back to the lake. If he didn't, he'd stink for days with the scent of blood. Nobody wanted to be around him if he did. He'd look like a crazy person. Leaving the woman to eat, he marched into the waters. A cooling sensation, fueled by the drugs, made him sigh in relief. Everything around him seemed more at the moment. He chalked it up to the marijuana, if he had to guess. |