[M] Eau De Decay

Clover

POSTED: Wed May 16, 2018 9:09 pm

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Dead things weren't quite his favorite thing to roll in but they were pretty fuckin' close. His absolute favorite thing was horse or mule shit but well he'd found this racoon and it seemed a complete shame to waste it, recycling and all that jazz that Ronnie was always brashing on about. It was a ripe one too, the flies and maggots had done a good job and the juices were flowing. Perfect.

Like the completely disgusting canine that he was, John rolled around on top of the dead animal, smearing it about and making sure to get a liberal covering all over himself. Wouldn't the ladies just love him when he returned to the camp place where his brother was building a village. He'd be the hottest stallion in the stables.

Staggering to his feet, John shook his rust colored body and flung bits of gore all about himself. Covered in bits and pieces of things that many would rather not think about, John thought about all of it and then some, his tongue lolling from his mouth.

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POSTED: Mon May 21, 2018 10:35 am

The stench of rot led Clover sniffing through the weeds, curious and briefly hopeful for an easy meal. As the dog approached, however, the buzz of flies grew louder in her ears, and judging by the stink she knew the carcass had long since passed its expiration date.

What a pity – but she investigated anyway. Judging what had killed the raccoon (it smelled like it maybe had, at one point, been a coon before it liquefied) might be helpful. She didn’t like the thought of sick animals or rival predators on Inferni land.

Expecting no one, fooled by the stench, Clover emitted an involuntarily “boof” through her jowls and stiffened at the sight of the ruddy coyote. She relaxed when she realized it was Redtooth. Then she tensed again when she realized, no, it wasn’t.

“Uh, ‘sup?” the dog greeted, sniffing.
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