08-11-2019, 03:01 PM
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To say Crow was pissed would be an understatement; he was well beyond healthy levels of pissed, so much he couldn't think straight for the days following the abduction of Sam, snatched right out of their own town, and who was the obvious culprit? The Pitt, of course. The scent of the jungle-dwelling scum was so overbearing he had choked on it when he first came across the scene of the kidnapping. It could not have been any more telling where she had been taken. The party would approach the camp in silence, and it was ominous how easily they had trespassed—their numbers must have been concentrated at the heart of their dwelling.
"Find Sam," the feline hissed under his breath, a signal for the attack to begin. "An' give 'em hell! I want them beggin' on their knees for mercy!"
To say Crow was pissed would be an understatement; he was well beyond healthy levels of pissed, so much he couldn't think straight for the days following the abduction of Sam, snatched right out of their own town, and who was the obvious culprit? The Pitt, of course. The scent of the jungle-dwelling scum was so overbearing he had choked on it when he first came across the scene of the kidnapping. It could not have been any more telling where she had been taken. The party would approach the camp in silence, and it was ominous how easily they had trespassed—their numbers must have been concentrated at the heart of their dwelling.
"Find Sam," the feline hissed under his breath, a signal for the attack to begin. "An' give 'em hell! I want them beggin' on their knees for mercy!"