.:*☆ GIRLS MAKE BOYS CRY — LUCKY

[glow=#000,1,400]BUT YOU WERE BORN UNDER A BAD SIGN — TAGS[/glow]

He was stopped in his tracks. He hadn't been expecting the female to address him again, especially after he had scared her, but now it appeared that she was brave enough to confront him herself. At this, the hellhound turned his great head to look over his shoulder and over at the savannah, hues seemingly glowing in the dim lighting of the jungle.

She wanted to treat his scratches. Lucky gave them a quick glance over — they were a deep red, glistening with freshness, but the bleeding seemed to have been halted for now. The stinging had grown rather dull as the hellhound did his best to [sub]suppress[/sub] the pain. They were rather long across, but he didn't consider them serious. He flickered his gaze back up to Cosette and he responded, [glow=black,1,400]"They ain't nothin'."[/glow] Being the "big, tough brute" he was, he often refused most medical help, especially if it was just a few scratches. It wasn't like it was that easy for him to die, anyways.