Blood. Was there ever a smell so divine? It could make your mouth water with it's scent, set your nerves on edge until you felt as though you were in a frenzy.
And what could be more beautiful than painting a canvas or wall with blood? One does like to play with one's food and it's even funner when the food winds up being aesthetic.
Oh yes. Blood.
And there, just beyond the trees was a pretty little thing covered in it.
They widened their smile. Maybe she wanted to play? No matter, they were going to anyways.
Slowly they walked up to the fight, blood flying and spit (why must spit always fly? So unnecessary).
Quite gross, Glasgow chimed in their head.
Perhaps we should help. Save them from all this spit.
But which one? They smiled.
The underdog of course. Nothing like seeing a victor crushed in defeat after they'd thought they'd won.
They moved forward, their jaws gaping and ready to rend the creature and save the poor, sweet pawn. Checkmate.
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