Post by Guillotine on Nov 2, 2012 1:00:49 GMT -5
Charging blindly towards your opponent wasn’t the best thing to do in situations like these. Most would take caution against an enemy like Wey. The feisty cat could reduce Guillotine’s brain to mush in a matter of minutes. One false move could easily be the end of Gil, and he knew it, but was too stubborn to take it to heart. The bull headed hellhound thought he could take Wey. Gil thought he could take a lot of people. Most fights didn’t end in his favor, but this didn’t stop the ill brained hellhound from challenging others. It is quite an unfortunate fact. Gil seemed to be addicted to the adrenaline high that came from fighting. Well, it was in his blood to be a bit of a brute. He knew full and well what the shadow cat was capable of. Yet, he still charged towards the irritated shadow cat without hesitating.
Now he was paying the prince for his actions.
Guillotine’s single blood red eye darted around the area. His hands clutched into fists as Wey began to taunt him from the shadows. Gil could feel his mind began to swell with undesired emotions.
He began to slowly slip into insanity. A growl rumbled from Guillotine’s chest as Wey began to speak. The cat called him dumb, and that he couldn’t tell a ‘disgusting demon from a beautiful woman’. “You claim that your mate is disgusting, eh?” The male growled before a light smirk lit up his features. “I wouldn’t mind taking demon Rose off your hands.” Guillotine then licked his lips with satisfaction. Memories of their passed romps popped into that sick head of his. “I would love to spend more time with Rose’s more interesting side, if you know what I mean.”
Maybe now he could lure Wey out of hiding. With Rose’s demon form influence the young hellhound quite a bit. When she replied to Wey’s comment a surge of energy began to fill Guillotine’s tall frame. For once he had someone on his side, someone who could feed his never ending hunger for attention. With rose by his side the arrogant hellhound felt even more empowered. Unfortunately, Wey’s mind tricks where taking a toll on Gil. The hellhound could only take so much before he completely lost it. The paranoia that had been planted inside Gil’s skull had begun to grow. That small seed of paranoia would blossom into fear.
The shadow cat taunted Guillotine one final time. Another wave of anger crashed over him. He was about to snap when the seed of paranoia began to grow. Gil had suddenly begun to feel so powerless. Could he really win this fight? Guillotine began to doubt himself. Just moments ago he was cocky as hell. Wey’s mind tricks where working. Guillotine’s single blood red eye looked around. He seemed almost desperate to find Wey. The beast knew if he got rid of the cat, he could free himself from these dreadful emotions. “Damn it Wey.” Guillotine growled as he continued to look around nervously. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Anxiousness bought about a new kind of fear within Gil’s mind; Fear, of the unknown. “C-come out you f*cking bitch!” the tall man’s voice cracked as he yelled. Gil found himself walking around in circles like some confused animal, watching, and waiting for his opponent’s next move. The suspense of it all nearly drove Gil insane.
Finally, a voice crept from the shadows. Wey appeared behind Guillotine. As Wey spoke Guillotine’s body tensed. His jet black hair spiked up like the quills of a porcupine. The tall man nearly jumped out of his skin. The look of fear was prominent on his handsome face. “F-f*ck you!” He barked as he spun around and attempted to punch the shadow cat. It was a foolish move on his part. The shadow cat had dematerialized into nothingness again. Gil only managed to get a fist full of air. After that failed attempt Gil turned to Rose. The look of agitation was plastered onto his face. “Some help you are.” He snorted. The male was obviously irritated, and he was willing to take his frustrations out of anyone, even Rose.
