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kore_logs2014-01-29 01:02 pm
cinereoargenteus) wrote in kore_logs2014-01-29 01:02 pm
When the fires have surrounded you, with the hounds of hell coming after you
Who: Garrett and Raphael
When: Day 157
Where: The kitchen
What: A rescue from hellhounds.
Warnings: Probably violence and injuries.
Garrett had mostly been keeping a low profile after being warned about these devil dogs. He'd learned the hard way back home that just blindly moving forward, thinking he could handle things himself, wouldn't keep himself safe. He had to be smart if he wanted to stay alive. Still, he couldn't stayed holed up in his room forever, ears twitching every time he heard a snarl or a howl.
He'd gone to the kitchen when the hunger gnawing away inside his belly became greater than the fear inside his head. He'd put some water on to boil and then began looking for something quick and easy to make. That's when he heard the howls right outside the door. How had they snuck up on him so fast? He turned around slowly as the door to the kitchen was slammed open by something that he couldn't even see.
Faced with a stronger predator, he still put on a brave face. Ears flattened back to his skull, he stared down where he thought the big beast was. Maybe he wasn't able to see it, but he could still hear it. "Leave now and maybe you'll get outta here in one piece," he said. Two sets of scraping claw marks appeared in the floor in response. Two of them? This had gone from bad to worse "No? Okay then." He reached into his pocket, drawing out his salt lick. Raphael had said they didn't like the stuff. He dropped it into the pot of boiling water.
There was a tense moment where neither of them moved. Then he heard a roar as the first beast charged. Garrett grabbed the pot's handle, heedless of the hot metal. and dumped the boiling salt water onto the hellhound. The yelping cries of pain were intermingled with the second's growls. Garrett turned and began to run across the kitchen, a desperate prayer in a mixture of Common and his own Tongue on his lips.
When: Day 157
Where: The kitchen
What: A rescue from hellhounds.
Warnings: Probably violence and injuries.
Garrett had mostly been keeping a low profile after being warned about these devil dogs. He'd learned the hard way back home that just blindly moving forward, thinking he could handle things himself, wouldn't keep himself safe. He had to be smart if he wanted to stay alive. Still, he couldn't stayed holed up in his room forever, ears twitching every time he heard a snarl or a howl.
He'd gone to the kitchen when the hunger gnawing away inside his belly became greater than the fear inside his head. He'd put some water on to boil and then began looking for something quick and easy to make. That's when he heard the howls right outside the door. How had they snuck up on him so fast? He turned around slowly as the door to the kitchen was slammed open by something that he couldn't even see.
Faced with a stronger predator, he still put on a brave face. Ears flattened back to his skull, he stared down where he thought the big beast was. Maybe he wasn't able to see it, but he could still hear it. "Leave now and maybe you'll get outta here in one piece," he said. Two sets of scraping claw marks appeared in the floor in response. Two of them? This had gone from bad to worse "No? Okay then." He reached into his pocket, drawing out his salt lick. Raphael had said they didn't like the stuff. He dropped it into the pot of boiling water.
There was a tense moment where neither of them moved. Then he heard a roar as the first beast charged. Garrett grabbed the pot's handle, heedless of the hot metal. and dumped the boiling salt water onto the hellhound. The yelping cries of pain were intermingled with the second's growls. Garrett turned and began to run across the kitchen, a desperate prayer in a mixture of Common and his own Tongue on his lips.