All the kings horses
08-19-2022, 09:42 PM
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A million questions and thoughts raced in the monochrome mans mind like a nascar race with a few more surprise right turns than there should be. It wasn't even controlled chaos in there, but thankfully only a small amount of it leaked through his eyes... the uncertainty of what was going on present still despite starting to feel like he might be on the right track. A woman snared in a trap some paces away from a myriad of drowned wolves scattered across a beach was a little too suspicious for him to ignore. Was she the reason they were dead? Was she the reason that they were here in the first place? The hanging woman came to life like a fire stoked with gasoline, teeth clacking together in rage before him. He stood, watching the woman writhe before him in her trap, and waited. He wasn't interested in playing games, he just wanted information. Whatever that was, he didn't know, but he needed it. Whether it was an explanation as to what was going on or something else; perhaps even a little detail would remind him of not only what he was doing (and why he was doing it), but also who he was. Brows furrowed as she called him names, his gaze hardening as a snarl began to form. It had barely curled over his fangs when the woman suddenly fell, landing to the earth with a solid thud!, though the man hardly moved. His body ached in ways that even he knew wrestling with the woman wouldn't be worth it, even if she did just fall out of a tree. He remained motionless and as expressionless as he could manage while he watched, eyes remaining narrowed on the woman as the blood left where her brain was supposed to be. If it wasn't for the aching and burning literally all over his body, then he would've rushed forward and subdued the woman. He felt like that was what he was supposed to do, but alas he stopped himself. He couldn't explain why it felt right to do it, but he also couldn't think of a reason he needed to in the first place. When he was growled at to do his job, the rage boiling inside erupted into a snarl tearing across his dark features. The rage replaced the uncertainty in his eyes, but with the aching and the throbbing that was starting to bang like drums in his head he snapped back just as sharply towards the woman, brandishing a snarl baring teeth. "Who do you think you are?" It was a good question really, one he was actually curious to know the answer to. "Don't tell me how to do my job; I don't work for you, you wench!" he snapped, teeth clacking in rage. Well, he hoped he didn't work for her anyway... |