🌀Sample piece🌀
Promised a sample before work....here it is.
**if you would like this as an actual starter please message me and I'll repost it**
Dryden Vos sat behind his large desk he chair leaned back as far as it would go. His legs where stretched out in front of him while his elbows rested on the arms of the chair, his hands could fold together over his chest.
The crime boss was waiting, which was not something he was very good at. He had caught a smuggler trying to steal from him and before he had ended the poor souls life they had made him a proposal. One he could not pass up.
The smuggler had promised a fair amount of Ryll. While he personally had no real use for it he knew of someone who did. It would make him a large sum of money. It was worth the risk, so he allowed the thief to live for the moment.
But, now he was losing what little patience he had. The smuggler was running late. The pale Mark's on his face were darkening and the white of his eyes were starting to burn red.
Imagines of what he would do to the smuggler started passing though his head each image worse then the one before and he was about to settle on disembowelment when a small voice on the com sounded.
"Sir, the smuggler is back"
The voice snapped Dryden from thought, " Send them in" his deep voice dripped in a threatening manner. While he wait he took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself. It would do him no good if he killed the person on sight.











