12-28-2014, 08:13 AM
((It does! Lessers don't actually drink since technically they're dead but whatever, I'm so happy!))
Wrath managed to hide his bulk behind some trashcans as he scoped out his prize---a real beauty of a creature, tall and strong. Likely dumb as a sack of bricks in life, but exactly the kind of mean motherfucker the Society drew its membership from. He'd make a fine bitch---probably a fun ride, a real game to overpower. Rhage would love that; he liked when the fuckers fought him and he loved to rip them up.
His sensitive hearing caught the cocking of a weapon some yards off--rifle, it sounded like; maybe shotgun. Interesting choice; he wondered if any of the shells were steel. If so, it'd be so easy to turn the weapon on the lesser and send it screaming back to the Omega, the vile deity that created it. Only steel could kill them for sure---Wrath had even seen lessers chopped in half before, and the pieces still moving with some unholy life. Smirking, he adjusted his shades, his eyes glowing behind the smoked lenses like sodium-arc lights.
"Here, lesser-lesser-lesser!," he taunted the creature in a leonine snarl, "come on out and get brought in like a good little slut or I'll have to cut your legs off and make you eat 'em."
Wrath managed to hide his bulk behind some trashcans as he scoped out his prize---a real beauty of a creature, tall and strong. Likely dumb as a sack of bricks in life, but exactly the kind of mean motherfucker the Society drew its membership from. He'd make a fine bitch---probably a fun ride, a real game to overpower. Rhage would love that; he liked when the fuckers fought him and he loved to rip them up.
His sensitive hearing caught the cocking of a weapon some yards off--rifle, it sounded like; maybe shotgun. Interesting choice; he wondered if any of the shells were steel. If so, it'd be so easy to turn the weapon on the lesser and send it screaming back to the Omega, the vile deity that created it. Only steel could kill them for sure---Wrath had even seen lessers chopped in half before, and the pieces still moving with some unholy life. Smirking, he adjusted his shades, his eyes glowing behind the smoked lenses like sodium-arc lights.
"Here, lesser-lesser-lesser!," he taunted the creature in a leonine snarl, "come on out and get brought in like a good little slut or I'll have to cut your legs off and make you eat 'em."