MurderVictim
TokyoPewPew
Guardian Angel Haruki
Hos
Tlaloc
sweetestsins
Sky Blue
EweDoughNo
BunniesOfDoom
LupusIntus"Hey!" he called out, a hand rubbing at the spot where she hit him. "I'm fine here. Go on, have your fun."
It wasn't as if she needed to be told how. He watched from a safe distance as everyone seemed to move in tune to the bard's whims. Larder's ears drew back, uncomfortable with the sudden rise in noise and the incessant stomping of prancing, dancing feet. Together, Eldwic and his dog mulled their silence in wary contentment, the former perched at the edge of his seat, ready to shoot out the door. Curious eyes widened as Evelyn quickly found a partner, smiling the right way, saying all the right things, and the man did the same. Sometimes, he wondered there was a day in people's lives where everyone had a gathering to learn all these unwritten rules while he was blissfully asleep. Eldwic gulped down his drink, suddenly all too aware that he was the only one in the room who was sitting alone. Or rather, that was how it felt to him, and he shrunk, slouching into his seat, hoping for the floor to swallow him whole.
But a murmur of disapproval and a rush of unpleasant laughter caught his attention. Once his head turned to catch sight of the trouble, Eldwic felt his ears burn and his chest tighten with pure, raging hate. Teeth bared, he placed Larder on the ground, then rushed at the drunken lout, club at the ready. As far as Eldwic was concerned, the man was worse than the poor rats he crushed day after day - they didn't have a choice. This one, he chose this.
"Let... her... go," he breathed, voice barely above a whisper. But the man wasn't given a chance to answer; with a resounding crack, he brought the thick club's bloody head down upon the man's head. It struck true, and as flesh gave way to wood, blood splattered in all directions, staining even Eldwic's lips. A moment barely passed before he grabbed Evelyn's hand and pulled her towards the door so they could all leave. The veins upon his neck were strained, and his eyes wide with fury, the club pointed at those who might dare to block their way. But the fingers that Evelyn would feel against her own were cold, tightly clenched, and very much afraid.
It wasn't as if she needed to be told how. He watched from a safe distance as everyone seemed to move in tune to the bard's whims. Larder's ears drew back, uncomfortable with the sudden rise in noise and the incessant stomping of prancing, dancing feet. Together, Eldwic and his dog mulled their silence in wary contentment, the former perched at the edge of his seat, ready to shoot out the door. Curious eyes widened as Evelyn quickly found a partner, smiling the right way, saying all the right things, and the man did the same. Sometimes, he wondered there was a day in people's lives where everyone had a gathering to learn all these unwritten rules while he was blissfully asleep. Eldwic gulped down his drink, suddenly all too aware that he was the only one in the room who was sitting alone. Or rather, that was how it felt to him, and he shrunk, slouching into his seat, hoping for the floor to swallow him whole.
But a murmur of disapproval and a rush of unpleasant laughter caught his attention. Once his head turned to catch sight of the trouble, Eldwic felt his ears burn and his chest tighten with pure, raging hate. Teeth bared, he placed Larder on the ground, then rushed at the drunken lout, club at the ready. As far as Eldwic was concerned, the man was worse than the poor rats he crushed day after day - they didn't have a choice. This one, he chose this.
"Let... her... go," he breathed, voice barely above a whisper. But the man wasn't given a chance to answer; with a resounding crack, he brought the thick club's bloody head down upon the man's head. It struck true, and as flesh gave way to wood, blood splattered in all directions, staining even Eldwic's lips. A moment barely passed before he grabbed Evelyn's hand and pulled her towards the door so they could all leave. The veins upon his neck were strained, and his eyes wide with fury, the club pointed at those who might dare to block their way. But the fingers that Evelyn would feel against her own were cold, tightly clenched, and very much afraid.