The Third X; The King of Thieves, Bakurah's Deceit
WARNING SEVERE BAKURAH-NESS!!
Bakurah growled and threw her off, stabbing her in the stomach in the process. Sesshrah gasped and clutched her wound, pain etching itself on the edge of her vision. Bakurah laughed harshly, maniacal gleam in his eyes; the dagger was lusting for blood, the ring craving it. Bakurah dragged the dagger from tip of his ear down to his toes. He gutted Ahmit, the insides of the man he once thought of as a father figure. A cruel, unmerciful laugh escaped his lips as he turned and slashed Sesshrah as she pounced on him once again.
Sesshrah screamed at the top of her lungs in agony, bright, fiery pain, hacking at her resolve. Death was nearing her thoughts when Bakurah took the final slash.
Bakurah laughed like a thief inside grotesquely fat and dim-witted, jewelers' shop. Claiming his one-time 'friends' mother had been too easy. Bakurah laughed, the pathetic fool had accepted him as a friend without thinking that he may have been using her.
Bakurah smiled and licked his blade, the metallic-y blood tasted good to him. Very, very good. Bakurah lifted the shall blocking the window and allowed the wind to rush inside and allowing preying birds entry. He then ran like a bat out of hell to the slums, never stopping once except when he heard a horrible cry from whence he came. With a more satisfied smile he left.
WARNING SEVERE BAKURAH-NESS!!
Bakurah growled and threw her off, stabbing her in the stomach in the process. Sesshrah gasped and clutched her wound, pain etching itself on the edge of her vision. Bakurah laughed harshly, maniacal gleam in his eyes; the dagger was lusting for blood, the ring craving it. Bakurah dragged the dagger from tip of his ear down to his toes. He gutted Ahmit, the insides of the man he once thought of as a father figure. A cruel, unmerciful laugh escaped his lips as he turned and slashed Sesshrah as she pounced on him once again.
Sesshrah screamed at the top of her lungs in agony, bright, fiery pain, hacking at her resolve. Death was nearing her thoughts when Bakurah took the final slash.
Bakurah laughed like a thief inside grotesquely fat and dim-witted, jewelers' shop. Claiming his one-time 'friends' mother had been too easy. Bakurah laughed, the pathetic fool had accepted him as a friend without thinking that he may have been using her.
Bakurah smiled and licked his blade, the metallic-y blood tasted good to him. Very, very good. Bakurah lifted the shall blocking the window and allowed the wind to rush inside and allowing preying birds entry. He then ran like a bat out of hell to the slums, never stopping once except when he heard a horrible cry from whence he came. With a more satisfied smile he left.