[ It didn't make the idea of all those people dying any easier to swallow, but Logan's expression went from furrowed confusion to a slightly more tame resignation. ] ...I see. [ Better some than none, isn't that how it goes? Logan shakes his head. ]
Of course you had to clean up a fucking god's mistakes. Piece of shit deities. [ He makes his way to the next room, opening the door quickly, and all there is is a grizzly bear lying on its side. It reeks of five day rot, and with it a very obvious sick-- its old, maggot-infested wound is soaked in the green of poison that won't abate.
And still, dead as it is, the grizzly bear moans, wailing in pain. It gets louder when Logan sets his eyes in it, its aches rattling in his bones, bouncing off the walls of his skull. ] You see enough misery, you start to wonder if it's not just some god fucking it all up.
[ Without hesitation, Logan steps in, claws pushing out of his fists and stabbing the bear clear through the head. Old, rotten blood gushes out onto the floor and the bear goes quiet; when he pulls his claws out from its head, they're flecked with the material of its brain, dripping dark liquid that fizzles when it hits the floor.
He shakes his fist once, splattering excess blood against the wall before he pulls his claws back up into his arm. Then he leaves the room with a low snarl. ]
I wish I knew the god responsible for this crap so I could kill it, too.
cw: animal death, insects / holy shiiiiit THAT'S WILD... i dig the generation stuff, it's super cool
Of course you had to clean up a fucking god's mistakes. Piece of shit deities. [ He makes his way to the next room, opening the door quickly, and all there is is a grizzly bear lying on its side. It reeks of five day rot, and with it a very obvious sick-- its old, maggot-infested wound is soaked in the green of poison that won't abate.
And still, dead as it is, the grizzly bear moans, wailing in pain. It gets louder when Logan sets his eyes in it, its aches rattling in his bones, bouncing off the walls of his skull. ] You see enough misery, you start to wonder if it's not just some god fucking it all up.
[ Without hesitation, Logan steps in, claws pushing out of his fists and stabbing the bear clear through the head. Old, rotten blood gushes out onto the floor and the bear goes quiet; when he pulls his claws out from its head, they're flecked with the material of its brain, dripping dark liquid that fizzles when it hits the floor.
He shakes his fist once, splattering excess blood against the wall before he pulls his claws back up into his arm. Then he leaves the room with a low snarl. ]
I wish I knew the god responsible for this crap so I could kill it, too.