Hell's Hounds
01-27-2015, 01:10 AM
A grin of triumph threatened to break free when he snarled at her. Oh she knew she had him. This was what she did. Minds like his fascinated her, drew her like a moth to flame and she couldn't help but fan that flame into an inferno... Oh it was a beautiful thing. But BUSINESS. She stretched on the ground, putting her nose at his level and stared seriously into those shadowed, hell-ridden eyes. The shadows thrown by his mask in the moonlight made the holes where the ram's eyes had been shadowy pits, and the sheen of his eyes gleamed a hellish green light in the eyeshine typical to nocturnal predators. "There is a girl. I want her. I want you to get her for me. She's part of a pack, you see, and I don't have the kind of rank I'd need to get her into Imperium. See, that's where you come in, with your shiny new rank. So the deal is, I turn you loose on this pack, and you get her for me. You get the fight you need. I get the girl I need." She fell silent, and though she kept up the confident, expectant mask she was mentally holding her breath. This male teetered between lazy and murderous - he just needed a nudge. "It would definitely one-up Daegmar... course I could just get her to do it for me instead." "" |
