CanadienneBacon
Explorer
In the kitchen, the baking soda has been ripped apart and sprayed everywhere. Fine white powder coats the countertop and floor. The box--torn in half--lay discarded under the table. Feral can scoop up some with his hands, maybe.
T-dawg helps Marks pin down Esmeralda, who appears to be mid-seizure if the white spittle frothing at her mouth is anything to go by. "Get her on her side!" Marks barked, fear in his eyes.
Otter pushed the tip of the chef's knife into the thrall's ocellus. The knife--poor quality, where was a Wusthof or a Sabatier when you needed one?--had a blunt edge that made prying through the tough outer skin difficult. The skin was, indeed, damnably thick and tough. She got the end of the knife through the body by pressing down with steady pressure. Slicing, however, would be another matter entirely. Hadn't Marks stitched up T-dawg two days ago? As Otter worked, the thrall's ligula reflexively curled in on itself, and one suckered tentacle twitched.
Emergency vehicle sirens sounded in the distance, probably from somewhere out on East Washington Street.
T-dawg helps Marks pin down Esmeralda, who appears to be mid-seizure if the white spittle frothing at her mouth is anything to go by. "Get her on her side!" Marks barked, fear in his eyes.
Otter pushed the tip of the chef's knife into the thrall's ocellus. The knife--poor quality, where was a Wusthof or a Sabatier when you needed one?--had a blunt edge that made prying through the tough outer skin difficult. The skin was, indeed, damnably thick and tough. She got the end of the knife through the body by pressing down with steady pressure. Slicing, however, would be another matter entirely. Hadn't Marks stitched up T-dawg two days ago? As Otter worked, the thrall's ligula reflexively curled in on itself, and one suckered tentacle twitched.
Emergency vehicle sirens sounded in the distance, probably from somewhere out on East Washington Street.
