Trunk Monkey
In Gladii Veritas
Carlos read the crude writing; understanding it perfectly. He dropped the mine and revolver, moving toward his rucksack and grabbing the rest of his Whisky. He then moved toward the writing; falling to his knees and writing something himself.
' Fuck '
He took a huge swig of his drink, exhaling with a tad of relief. The beast was scary as shit, and he didn't feel like having it follow him like a piece of meat, at least not without a good reason.
" What the hell do you want with me then? And what the hell happened to you?? Did you used to be a human or some shit? "
' Fuck '
He took a huge swig of his drink, exhaling with a tad of relief. The beast was scary as shit, and he didn't feel like having it follow him like a piece of meat, at least not without a good reason.
" What the hell do you want with me then? And what the hell happened to you?? Did you used to be a human or some shit? "