It's the green, even up in the trees, even in the foliage stretched, what all catches his attention. Somewhere in the half-sweep here, mutant red got to being common shit and green became rarer than violet. It draws the eye.
And then he's stilled. The beast ain't seen him. She has. She with her dripping stump of lost leg. The daywalker stalking, hungry, always motherfucking hungry. Those things don't get tired nor bored like the living up and do.
Truth up and told, the thought crosses his mind. Leave her. Let her be eaten. It won't be his fault, not motherfucking really. He has to look out for Gamzee. They have to die, so Gamzee can live and stay and be kept.
The Reaper moves. Without another motherfucking thought he reaches back for the axe from his pack, he brings it forward and he roars. The pick axe sinks into the creature flesh and drags with his movement. He rips it out, sinks it back in to the top of its head, as the jaws snap up. Teeth graze and just barely miss biting through, putting a splatter along the trees trunk as he spins round it, grabs the handle sticking up from behind, and pulls again until the skull is split. The daywalker slumps.
He watches it for a good long moment, before he reaches down and rips the head off the body, then chucks it a good distant away. There. Now it's dead. He glances up, way up, where she hangs in the tree. And then to her leg.
"WILL HAVE TO GET ON CAUTERIZING. Only way what to keep the barkbeasts from sniffing a catsister out," He states, like he's remarking on need for a new hive door.
Re: Disciple
And then he's stilled. The beast ain't seen him. She has. She with her dripping stump of lost leg. The daywalker stalking, hungry, always motherfucking hungry. Those things don't get tired nor bored like the living up and do.
Truth up and told, the thought crosses his mind. Leave her. Let her be eaten. It won't be his fault, not motherfucking really. He has to look out for Gamzee. They have to die, so Gamzee can live and stay and be kept.
The Reaper moves. Without another motherfucking thought he reaches back for the axe from his pack, he brings it forward and he roars. The pick axe sinks into the creature flesh and drags with his movement. He rips it out, sinks it back in to the top of its head, as the jaws snap up. Teeth graze and just barely miss biting through, putting a splatter along the trees trunk as he spins round it, grabs the handle sticking up from behind, and pulls again until the skull is split. The daywalker slumps.
He watches it for a good long moment, before he reaches down and rips the head off the body, then chucks it a good distant away. There. Now it's dead. He glances up, way up, where she hangs in the tree. And then to her leg.
"WILL HAVE TO GET ON CAUTERIZING. Only way what to keep the barkbeasts from sniffing a catsister out," He states, like he's remarking on need for a new hive door.