02-07-2021, 03:11 AM
"but you promised me this is love" ✭ ── "Mother of God, Sev." The ghost's arrival sealed the deal for the unintentional gathering of the strangest sights in the swamp, and that was truly saying something. Arrow hadn't realized there was a violent feast going on, and the grimace on her maw was as genuine as it was gonna get. Quite the opposite of Farah, who was practically about to start doing flips in disturbed excitement. To each their own, but blood and gore was not her source of joy, to put it very lightly.
Leaning over, the spirit blinked with squinted green eyes at the remains, detecting the leather and metal tossed aside despite all the mutilated flesh and bone. Putting 2 and 2 together, it clicked a minute too late that it was probably associated with the conversation of dragging the hybrid home, wherever that would be. Didn't matter now, the survivors were long gone, either out the swamp or about to be some lucky gator's lunch, and this son of a bitch wasn't goin' nowhere, except through Seven's gastrointestinal tract. "Is he tasty, at least?"
Leaning over, the spirit blinked with squinted green eyes at the remains, detecting the leather and metal tossed aside despite all the mutilated flesh and bone. Putting 2 and 2 together, it clicked a minute too late that it was probably associated with the conversation of dragging the hybrid home, wherever that would be. Didn't matter now, the survivors were long gone, either out the swamp or about to be some lucky gator's lunch, and this son of a bitch wasn't goin' nowhere, except through Seven's gastrointestinal tract. "Is he tasty, at least?"