Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-27396384-20170705194225

Lucifer Oskar wrote: Jeydon peeked out from behind the tree after he heard the gunshots so that he could observe what was going on back near the river. He looked at a hellhound which was further away from the rest of the group and the other hellhounds. As he examined it, he looked past the evil and corruption, and focused on the beauty of the creature. Its gray and black fur looked so soft, most likely delicate to the touch. Its teeth were a pearl white, glistening in the reflection in the river. Blood red eyes adding a touch of detail and style to the hound. The paws had sharp claws, yet still looked like they could be comfortable to Jeydon. All around, Jeydon thought the creature was beautiful. He wanted to get a closer look, admire the creature's grace.

Jeydon stepped lightly towards the isolated  hound, trying to avoid being spotted by anyone else. With every step he took, he stopped for a second, making sure nobody had seen him or heard him. He used trees as cover, treading from to the other, hiding behind each one. He was so excited to see the hound up close that he almost forgot what was happening, then was brought back to the sad reality as the noises from the chaos reached his ear drums.

He got closer and closer. Almost there, he could not wait for a chance to see the hound. Maybe even stroke it if he could. The hound stared at Jeydon as he got in poking distance to it. It was on guard, but didn't attack at first. Jeydon stared right into his eyes, seeing the true beauty of them. He got so far that he wanted more. He wanted to pet the 'adorable puppy' as he saw it. But as he stuck out his arm to give it a fuss, the hound immediately jumped up onto its feet and lept to land on Jeydon. Jeydon let out a horrific scream of terror and panic. The hound had almost the entirety of Jeydon's arm in its giant claws of death. Jeydon was in an excruciating amount of pain, and couldn't think of doing anything but crying out for help. ''"Jeydon!" Rafael screeched as the man moved from his spot behind the tree and approached another hound. He had finished off his own opponent, and was already running to Jeydon and the last canine. Time moved so slowly to him, he thought. He was running harder than ever before, a fire rippling through him.''

He knew that if that thing killed Jeydon, he'd never forgive himself.

''He leaped onto the creature's back angrily punching and pounding its back like he did the last one. He hugged its neck fiercely, making his own snarls of malevolence. "Get - FUCKING - off of him!" he screeched. He got a foot hold on the ground, still clinging to the creature. With a lot of effort, he tugged on the creature, moving it slowly, inch by inch, off Jeydon as it flailed and clawed.''

''Choking noises came from the hellhound. Without much more pulling, he managed to get the hound off of the Canadian. He tackled it to the ground. It clawed at his face and his arm, ripping off the wrap. Raf took hold of his gun again, ignoring the pain and Everett's order to not fire any shots. He pinned the thing's head to the ground. He pressed the barrel against its thrashing temple. He fired once. Only once.''

It laid still.

He stood, bleeding from his new wounds,