Post by Deleted on May 29, 2015 1:16:40 GMT -5
Grimms couldn’t be in more of a bad mood, with what put him in a bad mood was humans. His vest was ripped at the front, his last good shirt torn and stained with his own blood from having to deal with a knife-wielding human that took in too much of Grimms’ magic smoke. He had dealt with them with easily, but it was still annoying. “Lil’ shit ruined my vest and fucking got me,” he growled, packing his pipe. Getting caught by humans while on an errand was a pain. What was even more of a pain was that one got a lucky hit and had sliced Grimms’ forearm. Ignoring his wound, Grimms pulled out a box of matches and went to light the pipe. He breathed in the mint and let out a long happy sigh, and that’s all he got before rain began to fall. Grimms rubbed his face with his hand. “Fuck,” he sighed as he watched the light die out in his pipe. “Today is just fantastic,” he growled, tapping his pipe on a tree to get what was now slop out of it, and began his walk home.
Slowly but surely Grimms relaxed his shoulder, becoming less tense, even though he was soaked to the bone, the rain hitting his back calmed him. Grimms stop for a moment, pulling his hood back. “It’s been a while since I’ve been this calm,” he mumbled, brushing back his hair out of his eyes. He stood there for a moment enjoying the peace for as long as he could before sound of laughter reached his ears. Grimms turned his head towards the sound, eyes narrowing, thinking a human still under the effect of his smoke had followed him, but he saw no human, instead a clearing further ahead. Grimms titled his head and headed in to the direction of the clearing.
As he neared, he noticed first a flock of demonic sheep, near a young, red-haired person who also belonged to the cult, noting the blue flame above their head. Grimms eyes locked on them and a feeling he had not felt in many years hit him. ‘Mine’ a voiced hissed in the back of his head as Grimms moved close, unaware to the fact that two very large hellhounds were about, snapping back to reality by said hellhounds growling at him, making Grimms freeze in place. “Fuck,” he hissed. He shifted into a stance so he could flee if necessary. ‘Had to be dogs, and fucking big ones too! Shit!’ Grimms thought to himself. His body tensed even more as they growled. Grimms watch the red head slip and lightly chuckled at their face turning bright red. “S-State your name,” the person announced. Grimms smiled, “Ah, it’s Grimms! I’m from the cult too, so call your dogs off. Jesus Christ!” he yelped as one of the hounds took a step forward. “I’m not dangerous, I swear!” Grimms added, hoping the red head would call the hounds off.
Slowly but surely Grimms relaxed his shoulder, becoming less tense, even though he was soaked to the bone, the rain hitting his back calmed him. Grimms stop for a moment, pulling his hood back. “It’s been a while since I’ve been this calm,” he mumbled, brushing back his hair out of his eyes. He stood there for a moment enjoying the peace for as long as he could before sound of laughter reached his ears. Grimms turned his head towards the sound, eyes narrowing, thinking a human still under the effect of his smoke had followed him, but he saw no human, instead a clearing further ahead. Grimms titled his head and headed in to the direction of the clearing.
As he neared, he noticed first a flock of demonic sheep, near a young, red-haired person who also belonged to the cult, noting the blue flame above their head. Grimms eyes locked on them and a feeling he had not felt in many years hit him. ‘Mine’ a voiced hissed in the back of his head as Grimms moved close, unaware to the fact that two very large hellhounds were about, snapping back to reality by said hellhounds growling at him, making Grimms freeze in place. “Fuck,” he hissed. He shifted into a stance so he could flee if necessary. ‘Had to be dogs, and fucking big ones too! Shit!’ Grimms thought to himself. His body tensed even more as they growled. Grimms watch the red head slip and lightly chuckled at their face turning bright red. “S-State your name,” the person announced. Grimms smiled, “Ah, it’s Grimms! I’m from the cult too, so call your dogs off. Jesus Christ!” he yelped as one of the hounds took a step forward. “I’m not dangerous, I swear!” Grimms added, hoping the red head would call the hounds off.