Don't go bacon my heart
Bloodletter
Bulwark
08-26-2023, 05:25 PM
Ghoul did not keep tabs on the girl. Or at least that was what he told everyone if they were to ask. Not that they did because they didn’t care. Though it was obvious he kept an extra eye on the imp of a girl. Any time she left, he made note of the direction she went in. Even if he didn’t trail along behind her, he was sure to know where she went. A few times he had even sent one of his companions out with her to ensure her safety. Hiding behind the guise that he was just ensuring that no one of Insomnia found trouble, it was quite obvious he had taken a sort of liking to Cricket. Nothing like he might have felt before, but in a way, he was protective of the girl.
So when she left that day and was gone for longer than she had been days prior, he grew worried. With his legs healed and only aching on the colder days, he was at least fast enough to reach her. Ultimately, it was what he did as the afternoon wore on. Ghoul had already set out with his companions to search for her when her howl echoed over the valley. At first, he hesitated. Was that really Cricket? Worry etched across his brow before he picked up his step and hurried to her. He was no knight in shining armor, but he would at least ensure she wouldn’t die today.
Eating up the ground with his long strides, he enjoyed being able to freely stretch his legs. Unbothered by the slower pace of his caimans, Ghoul opened up as he dipped into the valley and saw a makeshift corral. The loud noise of squealing alerted him to the pen. His pale eyes narrowed out of curiosity and worry as he approached. There he finally saw Cricket face to face with a rather large and pissed off sow and her eight babies. Now what in the world had she gotten herself into?
“Cricket, what were you thinking?” He chastised in the moment as his lips pulled up into a sneer. Slipping into the pen she had made, he quickly came to her side. “You tell me how much help you need,” Ghoul says as he keeps his gaze on the mother pig who is now hesitant at the sight of a much larger wolf.
870/1500
So when she left that day and was gone for longer than she had been days prior, he grew worried. With his legs healed and only aching on the colder days, he was at least fast enough to reach her. Ultimately, it was what he did as the afternoon wore on. Ghoul had already set out with his companions to search for her when her howl echoed over the valley. At first, he hesitated. Was that really Cricket? Worry etched across his brow before he picked up his step and hurried to her. He was no knight in shining armor, but he would at least ensure she wouldn’t die today.
Eating up the ground with his long strides, he enjoyed being able to freely stretch his legs. Unbothered by the slower pace of his caimans, Ghoul opened up as he dipped into the valley and saw a makeshift corral. The loud noise of squealing alerted him to the pen. His pale eyes narrowed out of curiosity and worry as he approached. There he finally saw Cricket face to face with a rather large and pissed off sow and her eight babies. Now what in the world had she gotten herself into?
“Cricket, what were you thinking?” He chastised in the moment as his lips pulled up into a sneer. Slipping into the pen she had made, he quickly came to her side. “You tell me how much help you need,” Ghoul says as he keeps his gaze on the mother pig who is now hesitant at the sight of a much larger wolf.
870/1500
Warning: If anyone dares to fuck with Cricket, their pups, or Macabre, you will be answering to him.
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