Alerted by the noise of the front gates opening, rapid approaching footsteps and the smell of still drying blood Hale instinctively positioned himself in front of Ashlinn.
A protective stance not necessary in this place. Still, why fight compulsions if they could be of use some day.
When the recognizable dark figure emerged around the corners he relaxed and returned to his normal carefree posture and caught the slug.
[color=ed1c24]"They're discussing tactics in- [b]Ah shit![/b]"[/color] Hale dropped it like snoop dog and shook his hand in frustrated pain. The unpleasant smell of charred skin immediately filled the sensitive senses of vampire and werewolf alike.
With clear ringing tones the smoking piece of bloody shrapnel bounced on the concrete floor.
[color=ed1c24]"[b]Decrepit son of a catholic whore! Unholy Fuck! By the gods's cunts that bloody stings![/b]"[/color] Hale growled in reflex before taking a deep breath and fixing his composure.
[color=ed1c24]"They're in Mo's room, west wing. It's the only room with a view of the forest."[/color]