As he searched, he still didn't find anything. It was pretty depressing! Where was everyone, anyway? If they were gone, why didn't they invite him too? It was probably Gelus being mean again. He was hiding somewhere and Ashmedai knew it. As his call finished echoing in the den, Ashmedai heard a heavy sigh. He retreated from the den quickly, one ear swiveling instinctively towards the sound. It was in one of the dens! Ohh, Gelus was gonna get it now! Ash crouched, quietly walking like Cascade had taught him. Toes, paw, then toes again ,then paw, his joints practically creaking with the slow movements. He neared the den the stopped, straining his eyes. Surely someone was in this one. He took a breath, held it, then all at once he threw himself into the den. He was going to beat Angelus at his own game!
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Ash wears a tourist shirt and a spiked leather harness from time to time. Sometimes together, sometimes not. Just so you know what you're getting yourself into.
Weaponsmaster
