#whydidgodcreate

[survival-is]

#oh no#what is this?

“Why I asked you not to go in my room.”

“Why are you wearing my robe?”

[passimtemere]

@whydidgodcreate

The two vultures perch on some random garage, watching people pass by, one of them settling down and roosting. During this time of day they liked to just find somewhere to sit and watch. And possibly find people they could mess with. 

[pocketgxpher-blog]

@whydidgodcreate

“Hehe. Gotcha!”

Rakshan had been watching the kid from the moment on he had turned around the corner. A clumsly, ugly, fat child walking around in such a perfectly tailored getup that there was no way a streetsmart bastard such as him would overlook him. While being well dressed and ugly was not necessarily an unusual combination, especially in the upper district of Dis, Rakshan could safely boast that he knew almost every important face around, and whatever brood of theirs that hobbled after them. This one, he did not know. Which could only mean that he was of no significance. Which meant he was disposable. But most of all, it meant that he was also weak as fuck. Given that all of these things applied to Rakshan as well, safe for the fancy suit, it made him just about the perfect target. And the suit part, too, would change in a bit.

Driving the poor boy into a dead end alley had been the easy part. Rakshan knew this city like he knew his parasites. Now, however, he ought to be quick. Least someone else steal his prey away from him. A pair of mean, yellow eyes gleamed at the boy from underneath the skull mask. Although the demon was small, he had absolutely no trouble inflating himself until at least his aura overshadowed his lacking size in many aspects.

“Hand over the jacket, kid. Five seconds before yer face is shreds.”, he barked, claws clicking dangerously.