10-08-2009, 12:48 PM
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Blood and death consumed his soul. The girl didn’t speak, and he hadn’t expected her to. He leaned in close, inhaling her damp, muted scent beneath the drowning smell of the rain and dead, decaying earth. The city held its own scents and images, but regardless of surroundings death smelled and tasted exactly the same. Circumstances could add flavor, but death was death and Samael simply adored it. The stench of fear drowning one’s soul and the pathetic, frantic look in their eye as they knew their end was fast approaching. Realizing that they would be torn apart and devoured for nothing more than some sick fuck’s pleasure. One hand moved to explore regions not permissible, intending not to let this girl’s body go to waste before she was finished. The rain had masked the other’s scent, but his arrival was met with twisted head and narrowed, darkening vision. The creature smashed into his shoulder, pushing him away from the girl and he shrieked in anger. “What the fuck?!” he snarled, turning on the masked, trench-coated man. His target had realigned, forgetting about the helpless girl and switching to her unexpected savior. Fangs bared viciously, he lunged toward the coyote, aiming to tear him apart. |