don't even think about it
07-30-2024, 01:09 PM
Nero was still taking each day with rest and ease until his injuries had completely healed. Doctor’s orders, though he was loathe to call Scylla a doctor of any kind. A mad doctor, maybe... His injuries were healing quickly, a testament to the strength of his primitive genetics, and though the wound on his neck would leave a nice scar, he would otherwise recover fully in due time. It was dark when the call for him went out from Obscura's little dictator, rousing him from sleep with an annoyed grumble. What the unholy hell could Scylla possibly want from him at this ungodly hour? Still grumbling and growling to himself, Nero rose and trudged his way outside into the temperate spring evening to find the Sovereign.
When he found his master, he was more than a little surprised at the scene he discovered. Scylla was sat beside the still form of a massive wolf he didn't recognize. Her scent was different too; from another pack, perhaps? Was she dead? No, her chest was still rising. Unconscious then. Nero quirked a curious brow to Scylla who gave him no answers, just instructions. Nero asked no questions, simply grabbed the bitch's limp body by the scruff and hefted her up over his back like a fresh kill. She was a stocky thing, but he'd carried heavier. "Your monsters aren't scary," Nero retorted to Scylla's passive remark about their borders. In truth, Nero didn't find her taxidermy abominations intimidating—just bizarre. If anything, they provoked curiosity instead of fear.
Nero headed for what Scylla had affectionately dubbed "The Pit". It was scarcely more than a lightly padded hole dug deep in the earth, hidden inside a den where none could find it and no screams or shouts could escape it. With little care or regard for Kaija's wellbeing, Nero dumped the incapacitated wolf's body down the pit, listening to it impact the furs at the bottom. Hopefully she didn't break anything on the way down. If she did... oh well. Unamused gold eyes turning back to Scylla, the behemoth asked, "Why not just kill her?"
When he found his master, he was more than a little surprised at the scene he discovered. Scylla was sat beside the still form of a massive wolf he didn't recognize. Her scent was different too; from another pack, perhaps? Was she dead? No, her chest was still rising. Unconscious then. Nero quirked a curious brow to Scylla who gave him no answers, just instructions. Nero asked no questions, simply grabbed the bitch's limp body by the scruff and hefted her up over his back like a fresh kill. She was a stocky thing, but he'd carried heavier. "Your monsters aren't scary," Nero retorted to Scylla's passive remark about their borders. In truth, Nero didn't find her taxidermy abominations intimidating—just bizarre. If anything, they provoked curiosity instead of fear.
Nero headed for what Scylla had affectionately dubbed "The Pit". It was scarcely more than a lightly padded hole dug deep in the earth, hidden inside a den where none could find it and no screams or shouts could escape it. With little care or regard for Kaija's wellbeing, Nero dumped the incapacitated wolf's body down the pit, listening to it impact the furs at the bottom. Hopefully she didn't break anything on the way down. If she did... oh well. Unamused gold eyes turning back to Scylla, the behemoth asked, "Why not just kill her?"
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