Post by Deleted on Sept 2, 2016 3:17:41 GMT -5
Grab a croc tooth and return to my humble abode squiddly-quick, the Goddess of Chaos and Wonder and Rainbows had basically said, and Luc was keen to follow her instructions, even though they weren't really instructions at all. "HEY MS CHAOS," he wanted to yell (and did), "ANY MANUALS ON HOW TO KILL CROCODILES?" Luc waited, but when no answer came, he shrugged. It had been worth a try. And who else could say they'd screamed at immortal goddesses? "YOU THINK I COULD TRADE A FISH FOR A TOOTH SOMEONE ELSE HAS ALREADY?" Actually, that wouldn't be too bad an idea, but wherever was he going to find a crocodile tooth from? Luc thought long and hard, but no wolf came to mind. At least, no wolf he knew of. (Salome would have been rad at killing crocodiles, though. Maybe he should have lugged the lead fisher along for the trip. But then who would be there to supply Sharktooth with food? Not him, definitely.) But while Luc was contemplating the biology of crocodiles, he was sadly unaware of the fact that Salome might have been having a whole lot more to worry about. Namely, the storm that he did not even know existed, because it was happening on Sharktooth and not the mainland. He was walking along the banks of the river, until a putrid stench hit his nose (EUGH), and Luc's first instinct was to TURN AWAY BECAUSE THERE WERE FLIES FEASTING ON SOME CARCASS IN THE RIVER, but he sucked in a deep breath, and squinted an eye to look at the thing. The head was gone, and the eyes were rotting away, and the skull was rank with decomposing flesh. But there, in the half-rotten skull, were teeth. The crocodile had likely died defending itself, for there were bite marks all over the thick hide and (OH GOD) gloopy blood oozing out of unclosed wounds. It was small, too, possibly a kid, and Luc wanted to feel a little bit of pity for it, but he couldn't. After all, he would die facing one of the bigger ones, and he didn't particularly feel a shred of sympathy for the thing that would grow up to be a wolf-killer. So he stole in quick and quietly, closing his eyes and breathing incredibly fast while batting away the flies and lashing his tail like mad. Oh gods, it stank, and he was blindly grasping for anything he could sink his teeth into. His face was cut and scratched, but Luc snapped onto a tooth (or what he hoped was a tooth, and pulled with all his might because he really didn't want to go back in there. He grasped the precious tooth carefully, running far far away from that dead croc incase whatever killed it was still there, not stopping until his feet found the sea, and his eyes widened horribly. There was an entire storm heading for Sharktooth and it had already hit and the remnants were coming towards him and Luc had to warn them! He ran, as fast as he could, to the Channel, and without hesitation, he dived in and swam "speaking" |
