"Look around for somethin' to kill it with, reckon. Or else get ready to haul ass. I ain't in no mood to get chewed on by no pup."
Ruben peered into a half-open dumpster, saw mostly discarded food and soiled cartons from the nearby restaurant. The hound was inching towards them. Now that it was getting closer, he realized it smelled gamy. The smell of the blood had overpowered that before, but now he noticed it. Its eyes were a muddy yellow.
He found an abandoned packing crate near the dumpster, and there was a splintering noise as he broke off a piece of it. He didn't possess the lunatic bravery of some of his brethren, but he was strong and scrappy and mean. If he started putting the boots to someone - or something - he didn't stop until they were dead.
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on 2014-05-22 12:47 am (UTC)Ruben peered into a half-open dumpster, saw mostly discarded food and soiled cartons from the nearby restaurant. The hound was inching towards them. Now that it was getting closer, he realized it smelled gamy. The smell of the blood had overpowered that before, but now he noticed it. Its eyes were a muddy yellow.
He found an abandoned packing crate near the dumpster, and there was a splintering noise as he broke off a piece of it. He didn't possess the lunatic bravery of some of his brethren, but he was strong and scrappy and mean. If he started putting the boots to someone - or something - he didn't stop until they were dead.
"What're you wantin' to do?"