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| The tale of a houndours death | |
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| Post #1 Dec 29 2010, 11:13 PM | Solarium |
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Samuel quickly raked his gaze over the bloody scene before him. The skulls of the Houndour were in tatters, pieces everywhere, blood coating the stone floor. The blood dripped from Samuels boots as he lifted them and began to walk, the crunch of bone underneath them as he from the last Houndour echoing throughout the cavern. He moved over to the Houndour who had spewed the smog and knelt down beside it, moving it around to explore how much damage he had caused it and how much it had taken from the explosion, not enough. ~~~Squeemish Readers Should Stop Reading Here As It Becomes Far More Detailed Than Previous, Bordering On The NC-17 level~~~ Samuel removed a knife, a simple steak knife which he used to cut his food with when need be, from the pocket of his jacket. He proceeded to begin slicing into the Houndour, cutting through tendons and carving deep into it, causing blood to gush from the gaping wounds and spurt onto his face. The rustic smell filled his nostrils as he inhaled deeply and continued the cutting, meat tearing under the serrated edge with little difficulty. Eventually he had finished carving the tribute to the dead upon the corpse of the Houndour, and then he moved onto the other details. Reaching over he grasped the rear leg of the Houndour, only to press the button of Vulpixes pokeball and cause the vulpine creature to be enveloped in a red light and sucked into said ball, and began to tear, bone crunching beneath his strength as he grasped the other leg and literally tore the right hind from the carcass. Bone chunks from broken calcium filled the air as he snapped the femur again and again, dropping the pieces on the ground only to grind it into dust beneath his feet. Upon finishing this he proceeded to do this again, snapping, tearing, grinding and dropping. Four times in total he did this, four times the small act of vengeance (at least in Samuels eyes) was enacted. And then he moved on to the head, here he grasped the skull in one hand and began slicing through the neck, a grinding sound as the knife caught on the bone only to saw through it with more effort applied. It was when he was about half way through that the knife bound on the bone and broke, the metal flying up and slicing a bloody line across his cheek. Samuel ignored this and chose to snap the neck instead, more blood spurting as veins tore and soon all that was left was blood and dust surrounding a limbless and decapitated Houndour corpse (the head was nowhere to be seen, but it was there somewheres), but he wasn't done, not yet anyways. And so the carnage continued, Samuel taking what remained of his knife to slice open the Houndour, spilling it's intestines, liver and heart onto the ground only to shove them down it's through and wrap said intestines around the body in a hangmans noose. It was only after this that Samuel stood up, holding the Houndour by the intestine rope and walking towards the exit of the cavern that he saw up ahead, finding a tree outside and throwing the rope over a branch, tying it to a rock that he found nearby. He then proceeded to return to the Caverns, grab the other Houndour corpse and exit yet again, dropping the carcass below the hanging one and then finding a large stick which he shoved into the ground. Upon this stick he placed the head of the hanging Houndour and left for all to see, inscribed in it's sides, a message of great and evil portents, for the only thing it said was: "Death unto all, death shall fall, no pokemon is safe, for all shall die" And with that he departed, heading for the next place on his list of visiting places. Some time later, someone may come across these two corpses, and wish they hadn't. For now it was a fresh clean smell, spilled blood fine and simple, nothing too terrible. Yet if one were to inhale this scent days later, they would smell the rotting scent permeating their nostrils, causing them to gag and possibly lose their lunch and every meal they had since then, for not many could survive such a smell. And for those who dared to come closer, they would see the message and flee, or if not they would begin a search for the perpetrator and they would find none for he was no fool to have left anything that would leave a clue, at least not out here where anyone could see it. He had carefully cleaned all traces of himself outside the cave but had forgotten one thing, to remove the bloody tracks upon the cave floor of a size fifteen set of boots, and that would be the dead give away. |
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