07-03-2024, 11:53 PM
FATED, FAITHFUL, FATAL...
Gladiator pits. The sights of these places were never new to the creature contained in them, mismatched eyes scanning the walls as a familiar scent washed over the Knight Captain, letting out a grunt as he put two and two together.
Days ago, he had fulfilled a contract to eliminate some cannibal nutjob, easy said easy done, searching for the culprit of a few serial killings until he had found the horned cheetah in some neutral territory, where he had left him strung up to exsanguinate for a few hours. It wasn't a clean kill, it never was, but it was meant to leave a message to those who wanted to become copy cats of the cannibal killer.
On the return journey, Project had bumped into this... Chimeric doctor type, one who offered to help him with the pain he felt due to his mask rubbing the burns raw. Suspicious of him, the Knight would foolishly allow the doctor to inspect him, before the next thing he knew he was waking up in some pit where he recognized the smell of not just the Doctor, but that cheetah he had laid low and left, hanging from a tree like an ornament.
"Hijo de puta, I've really gotta stop trusting these doctors. Woulda thought once was enough." Project swore to himself, raising to his feet as he tried to think of a way out of here, somewhere he could find a method of escape, a piece of bone he could use as a makeshift tool or shiv, anything that'd give him an edge. If he were captured by some psychopathic family or some cult of cannibals, what was the chance he would be leaving in one piece, not even alive, just not cut into ribbons as revenge for him killing one of theirs?
Well, it certainly isn't high, if I were to wager.
His thought brought a dry laugh, turning into a low hiss as he began to let frustration set in. There was nothing he would be able to use to help him escape, but he still had his fangs, his claws, the razors he was gifted after he became what he was. This last line of defense left the noble killer not completely at the mercy of his captor, but it was a fair fight.
But any fight Project was fighting fair in was a fight bound to be lost. If he lost this, what else would the Captain lose, how much of this would see the soil of his new home? Surely, this could only spell disaster for him, the wolf was certain of it.
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Days ago, he had fulfilled a contract to eliminate some cannibal nutjob, easy said easy done, searching for the culprit of a few serial killings until he had found the horned cheetah in some neutral territory, where he had left him strung up to exsanguinate for a few hours. It wasn't a clean kill, it never was, but it was meant to leave a message to those who wanted to become copy cats of the cannibal killer.
On the return journey, Project had bumped into this... Chimeric doctor type, one who offered to help him with the pain he felt due to his mask rubbing the burns raw. Suspicious of him, the Knight would foolishly allow the doctor to inspect him, before the next thing he knew he was waking up in some pit where he recognized the smell of not just the Doctor, but that cheetah he had laid low and left, hanging from a tree like an ornament.
"Hijo de puta, I've really gotta stop trusting these doctors. Woulda thought once was enough." Project swore to himself, raising to his feet as he tried to think of a way out of here, somewhere he could find a method of escape, a piece of bone he could use as a makeshift tool or shiv, anything that'd give him an edge. If he were captured by some psychopathic family or some cult of cannibals, what was the chance he would be leaving in one piece, not even alive, just not cut into ribbons as revenge for him killing one of theirs?
Well, it certainly isn't high, if I were to wager.
His thought brought a dry laugh, turning into a low hiss as he began to let frustration set in. There was nothing he would be able to use to help him escape, but he still had his fangs, his claws, the razors he was gifted after he became what he was. This last line of defense left the noble killer not completely at the mercy of his captor, but it was a fair fight.
But any fight Project was fighting fair in was a fight bound to be lost. If he lost this, what else would the Captain lose, how much of this would see the soil of his new home? Surely, this could only spell disaster for him, the wolf was certain of it.
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