There's a place down town... [Guil]

[Guillotine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/GilsMid.png] Trouble always seemed to lie just around the corner. It was impossible for the hellhound to go out without getting caught in a fight, or some sort of blood bath. Suppose it was just his bad luck? For whatever reason, trouble had found Guillotine tonight, and in record time too. He and Blake had only been out for an hour or so before Mira appeared. Now all hell was about to break loose. “Great, just fucking perfect.” Guillotine mumbled under his breath as he folded his arms in front of his chest. Mira was the last hellhound he wanted to see. The young alphaness seemed to be in rare form tonight. She was acting more assertive than usual. Surly, something had to be bothering her. Despite being a bit tipsy, Guillotine took a defiant stance. He wasn’t about to let this hound walk all over him. She was an alpha now; he could see that, however, she still held no reign over him. He didn’t have to answer to her, nor would he. Gil’s single forest green eye glared at the female as she began to bare her fangs at Bake. Then, the female spoke. Her words sent a cold chill up Guillotine’s spine. "Tell me... She won't live much longer..." Guillotine recognized the murderous look in her eyes, it was the same look she had on hunts. Those predatory eyes took on the look of bloodlust. This Bitch was going to attempt to kill his dear friend. Would Guillotine let her? Hell no. Guillotine wasn’t about to stand idly by and watch his friend be threatened by some alpha bitch. “ I fear you are mistaken, Mira…” Guillotine replied, his raspy voice took on a deeper tempo. He was clearly unhappy with Mira’s murderous ways. The two beasts had the history together, and now Gil could read her like a book. The tall male could only put up wit the female’s ways for so long, now he was beginning to get annoyed. Without hesitating, he growled at the hungry female. It was merely a warning. He was tell her to back off, but why should she? The woman had a pack of hellhound to back her up. Surly, she wouldn’t like this defiant notion, especially now that her pack was around. Shit was about to hit the fan, as Mira snapped her fingers. Guillotine then watched as her pack began to surround him and Blake. “Back off Mira, I’m warning you.” The beast stated as he readied himself. Guillotine staggered a bit as he stood there. Mira had yet to call her pack off. It seemed he would have to fight Mira and her pack. The two friends were clearly outnumbered, even with Blake’s help, their chances of making in out of the club alive was between slim and none. Did this bother Gil? Not in the least. “If you wanna’ fight then bring it bitch!” A shot of adrenaline surged through Guillotine’s veins. The jet black hair that stood atop his head began to spike up like the hackles of an angry canine. Gil wasn’t the type to back down from a threat. The alcohol wasn’t helping; Guillotine felt more confident thanks to those shots of liquid courage. Its influence would surly damper his fighting abilities. (not that he had any to begin with). Nothing could possibly prepare Gil for what happened next. He spun around just in time to see the Alpha approach Blake. The large, muscular male that stood before Blake prepared to attack. Before Guillotine could get to her, Blake threw one of her hands up and the attacking hellhound’s live was sucked out of him before his body was reduced to ash. Gil stood there for a moment in sheer awe. What had just happened? This couldn’t possibly be Blake’s doing? Maybe Khaine taught the witch a thing or two before they broke up. But still, who knew she had so much power. Hell, she just took out an Alpha! Guillotine’s deep forest green eye glanced down at the witch. He seemed rather impressed. However, a hint of empathy began to surge into Gil’s skull as tears began to form in those lovely eyes of hers. He wanted to ask how she did it, and why she was crying, but it seemed that his questions would have to wait. Gil’s eyes furrowed as he turned back to Mira, the woman was getting under his skin. Once the words ‘Kill her’ where thrown into the mix Guillotine’s eyes began to shift to a dark crimson color. Guillotine released a loud growl as he pushed himself between Blake, and the rest of the pack. Perhaps his over protective nature was getting the better of him. Guillotine clutched his fists into a tight ball, he then stood ready and waiting for for enemy's advances. Words;; 788 Tags;; Blake Muse Level;; Great! Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; I didn't know if you had something planned for the fight so I left it open at the end. :3 This awesome table was made by Mental <3

[Blake O'Sullivan]

It didn't take long, if at all for these events to process in the magic-users mind. It was like everything went quiet and they were merely figures moving around her. Not a sound. She was in such a state of shock. Not just over her death that, but for the fact that she killed someone. Not to mention, she had no idea just how she did it. Maybe it was a defense mechanism? That her people harbored this strange ability that only peaked up and made itself known when they were scared? It could have been some of her lessons from her former lover. He certainly tought Blake a thing our two about fighting with her fists as well as her magic. Whatever it was, she couldn't think now. For she was torn from her thoughts when Guillotine collided with her, sending them both to the floor. Her hands caught her once they hit the ground. But she took the impact. She let a sound of obvious pain. Looking above - from her angle anyways. Which was behind them - two hounds were closing in on them. Where the others were, she was unsure.

Her arms pushed the male up, frantically. Causing her to freak out. She shouted in a panic, "Get up!" it wasn't so much of a demand as it was a plea for their lives. Her paddle eyes managed to get back to the approaching hounds. She began to squirm and fight against her friend; managing to move him, "GET UP, NOW!" one her body was the appropriate weight, without the extra pounds from her comrade - she flicked her fingers out while shoving her hands out into the air. The beasts were then flung back by some force like they were weightless dolls. Their collision with an overhead rail managed to injure them - forcing them to let out canine yelps.

Her vision returned right behind them. A female hound was closer to them than before. Blake's heat dropped as She crawled towards Guillotine. She knew he was going to take an injury that could be worse than she could anticipate. She wanted to act - and quickly. She focused her energy on the male. Imagining herself protecting him. Draping a veil around him. Like she was protecting him with her magic. Creating a shield. Then the woman struck. Unfortunately for Guillotine, it still hurt. But it was tollerable. Plus, the damage was not nearly as bad as it could have been.

Mira glared at the two, including the witch. She murdered her mate. That was all she saw. Also, Guillotine was willing to lay his life on the line for some pathetic - MAGIC USER?! So, the brute had a but of an upper hand here! But there was one way to win this. Take the bitch out, then her precious little lap dog. And what an opportunity. The girl was busy protecting the mutt. Plus, he was busy with his own situation. Mira began to close in with her other hounds.

[Guillotine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/GilsMid.png] Guillotine knew the consequences he could endure after fighting Mira’s pack. Not only could he lose his life but his wellbeing as well. If word got out that he was protecting a human, rather than his own kind, any other hellhound in the New Orleans territory could possible shun him; or even attempt to kill him. Who knows, that might not happen at all if Guillotine dies in this fight. It was a possibility that the hellhound could easily be bested by his former pack mate and her gang. After all there was five of them, and only one of him. Perhaps Blake could be of some help? Usually, the human would be unwanted baggage in a fight like this. However, Blake had something special; she had powers of her very own. The woman would prove to be anything but useless in this fight. The pack didn’t hesitate. With their Alpha’s orders they lunged at the hopeless pair. Guillotine released a loud dog like snarl as he pulled his fist back. When one of the attackers where within range he allowed his fist to surge forward, it managed to collide with one attacker face. As it stumbled back, another man appeared to take its fallen comrade's place. The tall male lifted his leg and gave this second attacker a swift kick to the chest. The force alone sent the attacking hellhound flying into another. A large smirk creased Guillotine lips. The alcohol seemed to be making him a better fighter. It was sad but true. With a loud chuckle the beast took a fighting stance. He was ready to finish this fight!“HAHA! Bring it!” Gil barked, his over confident nature was about to get him into a heap of trouble. The idiotic hellhound let his cockiness get the better of him. While his guard was down another hellhound swooped in and delivered a harsh blow to Guillotine’s stomach. A sharp pain rippled through the young male’s frame like the aftershock of an earthquake. Gil’s eyes widened, if felt as if the air where knocked out of his lungs. The beast wheezed, and his legs seemed to buckle under him. As Gil doubled over in pain the attacking hellhound kneed the male in the face. The impact broke his nose, and ultimately left him dazed. With sheer agony reaching havoc on his body, Guillotine staggered around. A trail of crimson poured from his nose as he was knocked back, onto Blake. “D-damn it!!” Gil yelled as he covered his bleeding nose. The pain of it all was unreal. Suddenly, Gil began to realize he was lying on someone. Perhaps it was one of those human by standards? No, it was Blake! The woman was doing her best to push the tall male off her, all the while she told him to get up. He happily complied. Gil staggered to his feet as Blake released another attack. This time she sent the beast flying back with some somewhat invisible force. Gil was confident she could hold her own, so he turned back to the female hound who had begun to charge toward them. Guillotine readied himself, he prepared to transform. His body began to heat up. He could feel the heat coming. It had already begun to course through his veins. Before he could transform, Blake crawled over to him. Gil couldn’t possibly transform with her around. She’d be roosted by his flames. Friendly fire wasn’t an option here. Unfortunately, it was too late to turn back. With a low growl Guillotine spoke. “Get back!” He barked, he attempted to get away from Blake just as a plume of hellfire spewed from the ground below his shoes. The flames bellowed and twisted around the tall male until it suddenly dispersed, leaving a scaly beast to stand in Gil’s place. Once the transformation was complete Guillotine released a loud earth trembling roar, just the tempo of the call caused the glass around the club to shatter. What was already a troubling situation was made worse by this sudden transformation. Now the humans in the club began to scatter. It was only a matter of time before the cops would be called onto the scene. Blake and Gil didn’t have a lot of time to finish this fight. Guillotine didn’t pay any mind to the humans, or the large amounts of sharp glass shards that littered the floor, his eyes where set on tacking out this female bitch. With a growl Guillotine charged forward, leaving a trail of blood in his wake. He seemed mowed over anyone who got in his way. The fleeing weren’t going to stop him from obtaining his goal. When he reached Blake the beast launched himself into the air as soon as he landed the female made her move. The lone female whipped out a sharp pocket knife and waved the blade around before she sliced at Guillotine’s sensitive nose. The poor organ was already bleeding. This final cut only seemed to make things worse. Some how Guillotine pushed through the pain. He opened his large maw and grabbed the female’s face. As the woman flailed in his grasp he turned to Mira. After giving the alphaness a death glare he applied pressure onto the woman’s head, it instantly caved in under his powerful jaws. Both blood and brain matter streamed from his mouth. The crimson liquid then puddled on the floor under him, perhaps now she would get the picture. The scaly beast released the limp body. It fell to the ground with a discussing ‘ploop’. The beast then trotted over to Blake’s side. It was strange, just moments before he felt as if he where somehow being protected. No, that was stupid. Though Gil was beginning to feel a strange tingling sensation throughout his body. He didn't know it was Blake's doing. The beast was oblivious to the witch's protection powers. Guilltoine looked down to see if his dear friend was ok before he turned his attention back to Mira. "Give it up Mira!” He barked as he licked the blood from his maw. “Don’t make me kill you…” Words;; 969 Tags;; Blake Muse Level;; Rockin' Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; *flails* This awesome table was made by Mental <3

[Blake O'Sullivan]

Mira chuckled on the inside with delight as she approached the preoccupied witch. Ha! Guillotine wouldn't be able to make it in time! It was a beautiful set up. As the blonde continued with her spell, Mira made her move. She lunged forward, after making her transformation. She bit, she ripped, and did nothing but relish in the girls blood curdling screams. Before the male opponent could reach her, she flung the witch to the ground like she was a doll. Turning her gaze to the male, "Oh.. Guillotine... All this... For a pathetic human girl..." she mocked the man-beast. Only to find herself licking the warm red liquid ftom her maw. A crazed grin - more wicked than ever across her canine face.

It all happened so fast. Now, she lay on the ground, covered in blood. Pain surging through her body. She began gasping for air, even slightly as her green eyes looked up at Guillotine. Her hand reaching up to touch him, but fell shortly after. She flinched where she lay and looked away. Her body sprawled about as though she were a child's rag doll. A whimper. Soon crying. Then tears of pain. Oh, she knew this was what Mira wanted. But she couldn't help it. It all hurt. The flesh from her left breast and up her left shoulder, to the base of her neck. The gashes looked jagged and were ripped. It hurt. It hurt so bad...

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[/color][/size]he female hound grinned and hung her head. Eyeing the male hound. Ready to attack, "If you're willing to die with that whore... I can arrange this.." with that, she lunged forward, mouth then jerked open as she latch to Guillotine. Ready for him to fight as she began to rip and try to take his flesh with her.[/blockquote]

[Guillotine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/GilsMid.png] The fight took a sudden, dramatic turn for the worst. Before Gil could register what was going on, Mira transformed and snatched Blake up in her fangs. The poor hound could only watch helplessly as the Mira began to sling the poor girl around like a dog with a chew toy. Blake’s seemingly lifeless body ripped and tor like paper, as Mira’s fangs continued to dig deeper into her mortal flesh. With one final tug the she hound tossed Blake to the ground as if she where nothing more than garbage. Everything seemed to happen so fast. Luckily for Mira, Gil was in shock. Anger had yet to set in. Guillotine’s pointed Doberman like ears pulled back against his scaly skull as Blake hit the ground. Just the sound alone seemed to send the male into a state of panic. Without hesitating the large beast ran up to her mangled body. He looked her over, knowing full and well that he couldn't do a single thing to help her. A hint of sorrow seemed to flicker in that blood red eye of his. The large beast stood over her protectively, before he dipped his head down. Guillotine used his large powerful muzzle to nudge her arm. A low whimper soon erupted from his maw. The woman had taken quite a beating, one that a normal human would die from. He could only hope that she would pull through. “Blake! BLAKE! Say something, please!” Guillotine truly felt powerless at this point. He failed to protect Blake, what kind of hound was he!? The large beast stood there, in a puddle of his friend’s blood. His scaly frame trembled from the large doses of adrenaline that had begun to pump through his system. The beat’s muzzle crinkled. His lips then peeled back and unsheathed his razor sharp fangs. Anger and rage would soon take over. There was only one thing holding it back. Blake. The bloodied woman began to move. A flash of happiness could be seen in the beast's blood red eyes. She was alive, but mortally wounded. Guillotine’s ears twitched as she let lose a painful cry. He stood there, helplessly as she began to gasp for air. Gil freaked again, he started to paw at the woman until she began to move again. Blake managed to lift her hand. The beast quickly pushed his head down to meet her. His bleeding nose stood only inches from the crying woman’s hand. Before the two could touch Blake’s hand went limp and fell to the blood stained ground below. He could feel it, the fire that was churning inside him. This time a new emotion entered the mix, a new feeling that seemed to fall into the melting pot of anger and sorrow. The large beast bared his razor sharp fangs once more. Someone was going die tonight. Anger and hate began to flood through him as his head snapped around to face Mira. “You Bitch!” He growled as he stood firm over Blake’s limp frame. Guillotine lowered his head, as his ears pulled back against his skull once more, the beast’s bony tail stood erect on his back side. Despite being in the middle of a fight, Gil stayed put. He wasn’t about to move. Blake was alive, but it wouldn’t take much to change that. “I’ll tear you apart!” It didn’t take long for Mira to act. The woman lunged forward, shifting as she did so. Guillotine reared up like a horse, in an attempt to get the upper hand. Mira was quick, the woman plowed into him with the force of a wrecking ball. The impact knocked Guillotine onto his back. While Guillotine was down, her fangs dug into his leathery hide. Despite having scale her fangs made quick work of his flesh, ripping and tearing at it like a wild animal. Guillotine fought back. The beast opened his powerful jaws and dug into the side of Mira’s neck. The taste of her delectable crimson lit up his taste buds. Gil dug his fangs deeper into her flesh. He then pulled and tugged in an attempt to get the she-hound to release him. The beast lifted his back legs up and began to scratch at the she-hound’s underbelly. Snarls filled the air as the two beast continued to fight. In the distance police sirens could be heard. Words;; 730 Tags;; Blake Muse Level;; Rockin' Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; I wasn't too sure how to end it. :/ This awesome table was made by Mental <3

[Blake O'Sullivan]

Blackness... That was all she saw. Her green eyes looked around until there was a figure in front if her. Maybe she had died? But... This figure... She was drrssed.in white and resembled her - very much, "Mom?" The woman smiled and embraced her child, with love. The small girl did just the same, "You have to wake up, Honey... Wake up..." Blake sighed, just as the woman did. Engulfing Blake in a white fog of energy. But maybe she didn't want it to end. Not until her mother spoke, "He needs you..." Haunting words that shot her awake. She was in the club... the meeting with her mother... Was so real... She smelled her... Everything...

It hurt to move, let alone stand up. She winced and let out a few cries. Using a near by wall to support her on her way up. Her green eyes darted around. There had to be something. And she found it. She staggered and stumbled. Trying to get her way to this weapon. This had to be it! As soon as she picked it up, she trembled. But her ears picked up on something. It was grasped in her hand as she whipped around, swinging it like a bat. A loud crack rang out and blood spattered everywhere. She looked down at the dead hound - having hit it in the temple rather hard. Cracking its skull. She clutched the crowbar, standing out in the open; trying to yell over the snarling, growling and snapping, "GUIL! HOLD HER DOWN!" she screamed.

Mira whimpered her canine whimper. His jaws were more powerful than she remembered. And then he clawed into her underbelly. She jumped off him and managed to lose a chunk of her throat. She whimpered and shook her head, due to the pain that flickered through her from her obtained injuries. She was open and offguard. Barely noticing the sound of police sirens... She didn't react in time. She was totally off her game. It could mean the difference between life and death...

[Guillotine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/GilsMid.png] This fight wasn’t going as smoothly as Guillotine would have liked. He was getting his ass handed to him, and he knew it. The beast continued to growl and tug at the she-hounds neck. Guillotine had to admit, the she hound could fight. She had a good grip on his shoulder area. Gil was beginning to lose feeling in his front left leg. If he didn’t do something quick, the beast could easily tear it off. There Gil was, pinned down under this alpha bitch like some sort of prey item. Guillotine seemed to have the worst luck when it came to dates. Time after time, he had taken his dear lady friends out, and just about every time, he came upon trouble. It never failed! Was it even possible for him to have a nice relaxing day with a friend? It didn’t seem possible to the young hellhound. Perhaps he was destined to live his life in solitude. A steady stream of crimson filled Guillotine’s maw as he continued to latch onto is old pack member. The delicious liquid seemed to zap his taste buds to life. With the taste of blood filling his maw, the young beast began to change. It was a very slow transformation, but a dangerous one none the less. Guillotine had felt this feeling many times before. This sensation started at the back of his skull and slowly wrapped around his scaly head. Guillotine knew what was about to happen. Years of experience taught him well, he was beginning to sense the signs that came before bloodlust set in. The poor hound tried to fight it, for Blake’s sake. But with the stress form this already climatic situation, Guillotine couldn’t hold on for long, he ultimately gave in. Bloodlust set in quick. Any who were around Gil at the time was in danger. Guillotine could barely hear Mira’s whimper over the static noise that had begun to take over his ears. Only a matter of minutes passed before Mira decided to jump away. As she did so Guillotine tore a bit of flesh from her beastly frame. The male slowly staggered to his paws with the hunk of bloodied fur still in his jaws. A sort of crazed look had taken over his single blood red eye as he glared at the she-hound before him. A curtain of red seemed to drape itself over Guillotine’s eyes. Red, all he could see was red. The beast allowed the small chunk of bloodied fur and flesh fall to the ground as he whipped his head from side to side like a rapid dog. The static noise continued to plague his ears, it was driving him insane. The beast’s maw peeled back, and exposed his razor sharp fangs as he looked at Mira once again. Then, without warning the hellhound lunged. Guillotine’s jaws clamped around Mira’s face, he dug his fangs into the female’s eye before pushing her to the ground. At this time Blake was trying to get his attention. She told the beast to pin Mira down. Unfortunately, Blake’s order had fallen on deaf ears. Guillotine didn’t heed the woman’s call, nor did he seem to acknowledge her. The lustful beast seemed too preoccupied with Mira to answer. Bloodlust would do this to a hellhound, this was one of the main reason demons worked so hard to train them. Even a demon couldn’t calm a hellhound once the bloodlust had taken over. Lights from a top several police cars began to flicker through the broken windows. Their colors danced along the walls of the club. Their sirens blazed, and howled through the midnight air. The police there close. Guillotine ignored them for now, as he knocked Mira to the ground the young male placed one paw onto her throat while the other was on her back leg. The male didn’t just want Mira dead. He wanted the bitch to suffer. Guillotine opened his large jaws. He then leaned down and grabbed Mira’s stomach. With one quick tug from his powerful jaws, he opened the she-hound up. Then with a sickening grin, the beast plunged his muzzle into the female’s open wound and began to eat her, alive. Guillotine yanked and pulled at the female’s organs as if they were toys. Her bloodied intestines where quickly ripped out and carelessly tossed onto the dance floor. Perhaps he was having a little too much fun with this. After a minute or two the hellhound grew bored of tearing his old pack mate apart. He wanted to find something new to destroy. The large beast stepped away from Mira, he then looked around before Blake caught his attention. Guillotine’s head snapped around to face Blake. The beast bearded his fangs as streams of blood and saliva dripped from his maw. It was clear, She was his next target. Words;; 811 Tags;; Blake Muse Level;; Awesome! Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; And it begins... This awesome table was made by Mental <3

[Blake O'Sullivan]

If this was not sickening, them what was? Obviously the fight has taken a turn for the worst. She watched as he tore apart the female hound like she was nothing. The sound of his powerful jaws sloshing into her flesh forced Blake to heave a but, but once he tore the hound open and began to rip her insides out, Blake lost it. She keeled over, onto her knees. She began to vomit and felt some of the bile making it's way up her esophagus, burning her on the way up. The girl couldn't believe it. Guillotine was losing himself to his primal instincts. And once he turned to her, showing his teeth as his muzzle wrinkled into a bone-chilling snarle. It was clear - he wanted to destroy her next, "Guillotine.. Chill out, it's me!" she pleaded as she clutched the crowbar tightly in her hands. She had only seen him once before; in a primal state like this. The night he raped her. She began to gasp with fright as she looked around and tried to find an escape. She wanted to save them both. And then she saw the open back door. She looked back at Guillotine, calmly speaking, "If you want me..." she then flicked her fingers as she flung her arms forward - attempting to fling her friend back just as she had, prior to the first attack from the two hounds, "Come and get me, mother fucker!" she shouted, bolting off to the door behind her.

Had he been more for than friend, she would have slammed the door behind her. But no. She wanted to lead the cops off both of their trails. Her slender legs carried her quickly around the back of the building. She wanted to get to her vehicle, but anything that was nose would have put her in mortal danger. What to do?! Sucking herself into any form of invisibility would sap her magic and make her even weaker. Plus, she couldn't hold it for too long. She winced a bit. Her arm was beginning to hurt really bad. A small whimper escaped her lips as she inhaled and exhaled sharply. Her face was even more pale than it already was from bloodloss. God, Guil could already smell it, probably. But she needed to act fast. She ran out into the open, taking a big chance on trying to get to her vehicle. Her right hand was still clutching the bar in her hand for dear life. Her eyes began darting around, keeping herself more alert. Trying to not pass out from the loss of her blood, which was hard. A part of her was thinking she was going to die tonight. She held nothing against him.

She backed away, towards her car. Her eyes drooping a bit. She gasped some before falling to her knees. Pushing herself to continue to the car, even though she was crawling. 'Fight, dammit! Fight! You can survive this! You have to stay awake!' she screamed in her mind. Once she got in front of the car, she crawled around to the drivers side, but not before stopping. She began to breathe heavily as she slowly looked over her shoulder. Eyes widened with fright as she clutched the crowbar. Tried to keep herself from complete panic. Breathing heavily and quickly.

[Guillotine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/GilsMid.png] Guillotine’s beady blood red eyes projected the look of sheer blood lust as he glared forward at the new found prey. The large beast began to slowly pace around the woman like the predator he was. All the while, Gil glared at Blake with those hungry eyes of his, watching, waiting for the woman to make the wrong move. If she were to slip up, even once, he’d be on top of her. Just the thought of tearing into her soft human flesh brought Guillotine’s taste buds to life. This forced his saliva glands to work over time. A heavy amount of warm, sticky drool poured from the beast’s maw. It then dripped off onto the floor. As Guillotine walked he left a slippery trail of saliva in his wake. Anticipation seemed to be fueling Gil’s murderous mind. The only possible solution to ending this would be to either knock the beast out, or kill him. The large beast licked strands of warm saliva from his maw, as the smell of fresh vomit entered his sensitive nose. He lifted his head to the heavens. All the while a crooked grin seemed to stretch his beastly muzzle. If he wasn’t going to make a meal of Blake, then the pile of vomit would be his next choice at a meal. It was a disgusting fact. Gil was like any other dog in a sense. The instinct would always be lingering around in that head of his. Instinct was impossible to fight. After taking in the sweet smells of death, Gil lowered his head once more. A low, rumbling growl rattled Guillotine’s chest as Blake spoke. Being as far gone as he was, Gil was incapable of speech. Instead of words, Blake received a harsh snarl. The man that Blake had once known seemed to be hidden behind a curtain of pure animal instinct. It was an unfortunate situation for both parties involved, but more so for poor Blake. The woman had gotten the short end of the stick here. Gil had gone from being a protector, to a killer in a matter of minutes. Blood was a strong ‘inhibiter’ to the young hellhound. The smell of it lingered in the air, and on the ground. It was impossible not to be drowning in blood lust. Guillotine didn’t seem the least bit concerned with the sirens that blaze just outside the club. The cops had pulled up and began to get into their positions. Unfortunately for Blake, Gil seemed hell-bent on devouring her. Before the beast could even think of attacking the woman made her move. Blake began to speak again, this time she attacked. As the witch pulled her hand out, a powerful force pushed Guillotine back against the cold hard brick wall of the club. His large body hit the wall hard. A loud yelp was forced out of his throat as he fell onto the cool pavement below. Guillotine quickly pulled himself to his paws just as Blake took off. The scaly beast followed her without hesitating. It wasn’t the smell of blood that attracted the beats attention, but Blake’s foot falls as she ran across the pavement. Guillotine long claws clicked against the ground as he ran full speed towards Blake. It didn’t take long for the craft beast to fine her kneeled beside her car. With a wicked grin Guillotine opened his large jaws and clamped down onto Blake’s shoulder. Then with a loud growl the beast slung the poor woman around before tossing her to the side like a chew toy. Guillotine was always bad about playing with his food. As Gil strolled up to Blake once more, he opened his mouth once again. One thing stopped the hellhound from delivering a finishing blow. It was the cops. A several loud pops seemed to shatter the air around the beast. It took Gil a moment to realize he was taking on a hail of bullets. There the cops stood at the edge of the alley. After seeing the mess inside the club, one cop decided to call back up. Now they were pumping iron onto the hellhound’s hide. Guillotine was struck time after time, quite a few of the bullets where aimed from his chest and neck. A loud yelp surged from the bloodied beasts as more bullets pierced his scaly flesh. After a round of bullets, Guillotine bailed. The beast limped away as fast as his injured body could take him. Soon enough Guillotine’s ragged form disappeared. The only sign of the beast was a trail of blood and scales that had been left over from the bloody onslaught. After issuing a call to the paramedics one of the police men approached Blake. He knelt at the woman’s side and began to examine her wounds. He then sighed. “ Please don’t move. The paramedic will be here soon.” Words;; 813 Tags;; Blake Muse Level;; Awesome! Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; Again, I wasn't too sure what to do at the end XD This awesome table was made by Mental <3