11-22-2009, 11:26 PM
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@$%&Maybe a full mile from his garage, five bodies were heaped about in an alleyway. The sun beat down on the corpses and the stench of rot was thick within the air already, though the flesh still clung to their bones. Without the usual fungi and clean-up crews of the forest, they may well have remained there for weeks--they'd make a feast for the rats and maggots. Anselm had briefly considered disposing of the bodies in some fashion, even if it were just a 'sweeping them under the rug' kind of effect... somewhere out of sight and out of mind at minimum, lest any potential allies of the deceased find their comrades and decide to exact revenge.
@$%&Increasingly such an event seemed unlikely. It had been several days already since the lethal brawl and the streets had been quiet since. He'd scented around the small gang for nearly an hour, trying to pick apart any scents that were not immediately present. He'd found none--it seemed that the rogue group had been stamped out completely, but he was still a little too paranoid to abandon his garage to the mercy of hypothetical marauders just yet. He had full intentions of returning to Inferni soon; he supposed Gabriel or Kaena might enjoy the tale of his misadventure, and he'd toyed with the idea of bringing the skulls of the wolves he had killed as trophy items.
@$%&Maybe he would leave later today. He wanted to move, but he didn't want to go all the way home just yet. This inexplicable itch bade him to rise and step outside the garage; his nose lifted to the air briefly before he turned and locked the door. The urge to patrol the surrounding area was a compulsive one he could not deny. And so he set out, moving easily on all fours and lifting onto two legs like a prairie dog if anything ever caught his attention before dropping back down and prowling on. Sure enough, one of his brief surveys turned up unexpected (though very welcome) results: "Savina!"
-mega fail.-
@$%&Maybe a full mile from his garage, five bodies were heaped about in an alleyway. The sun beat down on the corpses and the stench of rot was thick within the air already, though the flesh still clung to their bones. Without the usual fungi and clean-up crews of the forest, they may well have remained there for weeks--they'd make a feast for the rats and maggots. Anselm had briefly considered disposing of the bodies in some fashion, even if it were just a 'sweeping them under the rug' kind of effect... somewhere out of sight and out of mind at minimum, lest any potential allies of the deceased find their comrades and decide to exact revenge.
@$%&Increasingly such an event seemed unlikely. It had been several days already since the lethal brawl and the streets had been quiet since. He'd scented around the small gang for nearly an hour, trying to pick apart any scents that were not immediately present. He'd found none--it seemed that the rogue group had been stamped out completely, but he was still a little too paranoid to abandon his garage to the mercy of hypothetical marauders just yet. He had full intentions of returning to Inferni soon; he supposed Gabriel or Kaena might enjoy the tale of his misadventure, and he'd toyed with the idea of bringing the skulls of the wolves he had killed as trophy items.
@$%&Maybe he would leave later today. He wanted to move, but he didn't want to go all the way home just yet. This inexplicable itch bade him to rise and step outside the garage; his nose lifted to the air briefly before he turned and locked the door. The urge to patrol the surrounding area was a compulsive one he could not deny. And so he set out, moving easily on all fours and lifting onto two legs like a prairie dog if anything ever caught his attention before dropping back down and prowling on. Sure enough, one of his brief surveys turned up unexpected (though very welcome) results: "Savina!"
-mega fail.-