You owe me
09-30-2014, 10:00 PM
it had been wise to follow him to the battlefield. She had lingered in the background, out of sight and carefully positioned so that her scent wasn't carried to the crowd. She would watch as Novocaine was ripped into and eventually defeated. A growl would vibrate her larynx as she shook her head. Only when the crowd dissipated did she approach. With little care or delicacy, she would grab his scruff and begin to drag him back to Arcanum borders. It had been a long and tiresome journey, his dead weight weighing her down. When they finally made it back, she would dump him unceremoniously within the borders. For a moment she was just look at him. Thoroughly annoyed. He was undoubtedly be blind in his injured eye. He had a few superficial wounds, his only other major injury was his shoulder. It had been dislocated. Lifting a forepaw, she would place it on his ribs, crown lowering so that jaws would grip his foreleg, above his ankle. Fangs would undoubtedly puncture his flesh as her grip was tight. Bracing him with her leg, she gave a sharp jerk of her skull, listening for the satisfying 'pop' as his leg popped back into its socket. Releasing him, she would sit, waiting for him to wake up. WORDS HERE |