Scud eyes the empty hallway, and pads down it silently. He pauses right before the livingroom, listening for the sounds of people moving and breathing inside, or further on in the kitchen. When he figures that anybody in there must be fucking mental to stand stock still so long, he slips in and past the couch (in slight disarray, as usual). His ( Read more... )

Last Updated: Jan. 19, 2006

Dude, nobody likes Scud. Don't argue with me. Dele, you're insane. The character of Scud in Blade II? Annoying. Really fucking annoying. Plus, traitor. Why the fuck did I ever decide to pay Scud? I have no clue, okay. ( So it should surprise no one that Scud's backstory is on crack. )

The abandoned shirt lies at the edge of the treeline like a thrown gauntlet, his path light but unmistakably marked. Twisting and winding, branches deliberately broken, sometimes a tree rubbed against to leave scent behind -- he can be a terrible student when it's a matter of willpower versus desire -- the path leads deep. He's crouched against the ( Read more... )

O green world ( Read more... )

The front steps are littered with cigarette butts, but he's long moved out to the grass. Ever since he was little, he's been able to sleep wherever, whenever he wants. Not now, though. He's slept enough. Better instead to watch the stars through a swirl of smoke, like burnt offerings from his lungs to ancient gods -- gods so old they've died, but ( Read more... )

He's not sure when he woke up, but he knows he's been lying here like this for a long time ( Read more... )

*nuzzlelicks thewolf_inside*

Paid account. 15 shiny icons.

yeah, maybe I fought ( Read more... )

There's a sleepy leopard stretched out on the nice warm hood of the most recently parked car, purring like ... something that ... purrs. A lot.

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