Hellraiser

Sicarus de Ericeto · 03-15-2010, 04:22 AM

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Oh, he lamented having only two arms at this very moment. Both carried heavy gallon jugs of gasoline, but he wished he had two more to also carry the ones Haku held. The Dahlian king should not have had to carry any gasoline at all, but Sicarus understood why he had been chosen for this mission. He was most trustworthy and they could not have twenty Dahlians heading to Inferni on this night; they could not risk being found out before the blaze was burning high already. Sicarus, of course, was positively elated to be on this journey; being chosen by Haku was something to be proud of, no doubt. The tawny-furred werewolf's head was held rather high, though he certainly didn't let the arrogance get in his way—this was war, they were on enemy territory.

The tawny werewolf stopped behind his darkly-furred leader, watching what the Rosen did so that he could better copy him. Sicarus was not an arsonist; he had never set a fire beyond lighting a candle before in his life, but in his Rosen he trusted. This would hurt them, this would damage them. Yellowy canines bared in a ferocious grin as the tawny werewolf copied the alpha, pouring out his own gasoline slowly, dragging it over the land so as to better consume it. Inferni would burn for what they'd done to Dahlia de Mai; the damage was not so great, true, but it was still unthinkable in Sicarus's head to allow such a crime to go unpunished. He remained silent, intent on pouring out all of the gas. No need to talk, no need to alert others to their presence yet. When the match was struck and the fire was lighting up the quiet night, then they could howl and laugh to all the coyotes that their precious wasteland would be consumed in flame.

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