Blood...
The scent, the thought everything about it hung like a heavy red cloud around the limping Kishu Inu. He'd dragged out of the arena. Barely alive but he'd won his match and had been given free reign until they wanted him again. Why did he keep going back? A soft grunt slid from him and he shook his head. He wanted their blood, that's why he stayed. He wanted their blood and a chance to watch them squirm in their own blood and filth. Alas! At this point in time...he wasn't getting any closer to that. In fact he was getting closer to death and not to ripping those people apart.
Ears pricked forward, Asmodeus paused head lifting as he scented the wind drifting through the alleyway. Food, go figure. He was trailing along the outskirts of the city. Not quite near the scrap heap the strays and other such trash called their home but he wasn't exactly in the city either. The air in this area was if possible quite foul as compared to some parts of the city and woods beyond. Foul enough to have him sneezing.
Shaking his head to get rid of the scent and ease the sneezing fit, Asmodeus dipped his head, slinking closer to woods. Fresher air lied just beyond this scrap heap. Fresher air and no strays or humans. At least none that he vaguely cared to bother with.
The scent, the thought everything about it hung like a heavy red cloud around the limping Kishu Inu. He'd dragged out of the arena. Barely alive but he'd won his match and had been given free reign until they wanted him again. Why did he keep going back? A soft grunt slid from him and he shook his head. He wanted their blood, that's why he stayed. He wanted their blood and a chance to watch them squirm in their own blood and filth. Alas! At this point in time...he wasn't getting any closer to that. In fact he was getting closer to death and not to ripping those people apart.
Ears pricked forward, Asmodeus paused head lifting as he scented the wind drifting through the alleyway. Food, go figure. He was trailing along the outskirts of the city. Not quite near the scrap heap the strays and other such trash called their home but he wasn't exactly in the city either. The air in this area was if possible quite foul as compared to some parts of the city and woods beyond. Foul enough to have him sneezing.
Shaking his head to get rid of the scent and ease the sneezing fit, Asmodeus dipped his head, slinking closer to woods. Fresher air lied just beyond this scrap heap. Fresher air and no strays or humans. At least none that he vaguely cared to bother with.
