Buggin'

Misery had found some sort of large lizard that reminded him of Kali’s.  He had promptly killed the thing and peeled off a large portion of the skin off its back. Now, Misery was considering the spine of the lizard, finding weaker spots and quickly deciding he would need to tear in deeper.  Misery didn’t have any tools for cutting so this would be a slow process.  

Misery put a paw on the edge of a skin tear when a streak of color was noticed approaching.  In such a drag landscape there was no way not to notice Morticia.  If there was any questioning of the mother of the child it was completely confirmed when she talked in the same idiotic way as her mom.  Misery felt his youngest siblings would be better off drowned but they at least knew how to talk.  Medusa and her kid made them actually appear to have half a brain.

The cold thoughts didn’t show on his face though, instead, he gave Morticia a small smile, settling his paw back on the ground and away from the lizard corpse.  He’d dragged the thing from where he had first killed it to keep his studying zone free of too much blood.  The stripes of blood leading back to where it had been killed could be seen further in the distance.  There was some fresh blood on the tip of one paw but with his black coat, it wasn’t overly noticeable other than smell.

“Hello Morticia,” the child was welcomed warmly as if he was one of those wolves that actually liked kids.  “My name is Misery,” the black and silver wolf saw no point in offering a last name since this appeared to be a first-name basis greeting. “What brings you out here?” Misery made a small show of glancing about before looking back to Morticia, “I don’t see anyone with you.  Isn’t it boring playing alone?”

"Misery"