Nov 15, 2015
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One Dragon with Left Beef
@blackest-ops
Nobody saw me. Perfect. Yearling calves were a hefty haul and risky because of it, but Shazar had nabbed the fat little (big) thing in her claws and it was hers. All hers! She caught it and the dragon would make sure not even the rats got a scrap.
A whiff of something drew her scaly nose out of the calf’s abdomen and Shazar froze, waiting for another breeze. Big. It smelled big and strong, and sent all sorts of alarm bells ringing in her head.
Competition. My food. This is mine, fucker.
Her whole body went rigid, and the basic instinct of keeping her food took over. Shazar’s jaws clamped onto the back leg of her kill and she drug it backwards, deeper into the abandoned Wisconsin mineshaft that was now marked with charred bones and scraps of tinsel.
@blackest-ops moved from ask
“Refrigerator magnets will not halt their advance.”
blackest-ops replied
“I don’t like cheese either. Can’t eat it. But you can tell from the smell. I would pair this with a… a Pinot Blanc, maybe.”
“I really don’t know what that means, but I assume it means something fancy.”
blackest-ops replied to your post:[To: Audrey] My swatstika-burning sense is...
“I might. I at the very least have access to a few kegs of very high-quality alcohol.”
“You’re the best kind of friend, you know that? Get your suited ass over here, I can’t light it off before you do.“
[To: Audrey] My swatstika-burning sense is tingling. Are you having a Fuck The Nazi Party Party without me?
“It wouldn’t be a party without you monster man. You’ve got access to weapons grade napalm right?“
Note
For Steele,
I probably should have invited you to come with me, but this is personal. If things go wrong for some reason, I just have one request. Please take care of Ig. He should do better with my belt but he need someone to keep an eye out for him.
And take care of yourself. Ease up on the hard shit a little. Take a vacation. I’ve left my wolf cross for you, you’ll get some use out of it I’m sure. You’ve been a such a good friend. Thanks for everything.
Audrey