[There was one rule Dom lived by when it came to supernatural bullshit- unless it was a big pay out you keep to your own business. And the MOMENT you think it might be playing with your head you get the hell out of there. It saved him plenty back when he was traveling with Grey, and it kept him alive to reach his ripe old age of 30.
So it was a shock when he found his hand on a door he didn't remember walking towards, a voice thumping behind his ears. Alarms were going off all over his body, and the feeling the voice was giving him was... parental.
Something he hadn't heard or felt in a long time. And the last time was just before Grey showed up. Happy to kill a kid's entire family but too much a coward to take his life as well. Sure, it was fine to abandon someone that wasn't even really a man yet, as long as you don't gotta think too hard about what he had to do to survive without his Pa. It's fine, you're the good guy.
Dom is snarling without even realizing it, having the inverse reaction to the voice that it likely intended- and kicks down the door, looking to fight with anyone he found on the other side, gun drawn]
4 (will pick monster, let me know if there's any I should avoid!)
[Damn it, he had a PLAN.
Of course he knew what was coming. The locals and other importees had given him all the detail he needed. The curse, the usual time frame, the types of creatures one would turn into. So after two months, when a fog rolled in, he already had a space set up for himself. A dark little basement with a clean mattress, some red meat, water, enough liquor to kill a horse and a barricaded door that the homeowner wouldn't return to until daylight in exchange for a favor from a newly transformed monster. It was a sweet set up, honestly.
He had already started drinking before the sun even went down- he was not going to feel a DAMN thing if he had anything to say about it. Drunk enough that his common sense MIGHT have been a bit off when something hit the tiny window set high in the wall, shattering it. Drunk enough that wiggling out it, cutting himself up a bit, seemed a good idea. Drunk enough to not notice the fog calling out for him to do... something.
So anyone looking for an easy meal, or just to get to safety before the shit really hits might have a very drunk cowboy bumping into them as he rambles past... and not noticing the blood trickling down his face or on his hands]
Dom Bennett | Plume
[There was one rule Dom lived by when it came to supernatural bullshit- unless it was a big pay out you keep to your own business. And the MOMENT you think it might be playing with your head you get the hell out of there. It saved him plenty back when he was traveling with Grey, and it kept him alive to reach his ripe old age of 30.
So it was a shock when he found his hand on a door he didn't remember walking towards, a voice thumping behind his ears. Alarms were going off all over his body, and the feeling the voice was giving him was... parental.
Something he hadn't heard or felt in a long time. And the last time was just before Grey showed up. Happy to kill a kid's entire family but too much a coward to take his life as well. Sure, it was fine to abandon someone that wasn't even really a man yet, as long as you don't gotta think too hard about what he had to do to survive without his Pa. It's fine, you're the good guy.
Dom is snarling without even realizing it, having the inverse reaction to the voice that it likely intended- and kicks down the door, looking to fight with anyone he found on the other side, gun drawn]
4 (will pick monster, let me know if there's any I should avoid!)
[Damn it, he had a PLAN.
Of course he knew what was coming. The locals and other importees had given him all the detail he needed. The curse, the usual time frame, the types of creatures one would turn into. So after two months, when a fog rolled in, he already had a space set up for himself. A dark little basement with a clean mattress, some red meat, water, enough liquor to kill a horse and a barricaded door that the homeowner wouldn't return to until daylight in exchange for a favor from a newly transformed monster. It was a sweet set up, honestly.
He had already started drinking before the sun even went down- he was not going to feel a DAMN thing if he had anything to say about it. Drunk enough that his common sense MIGHT have been a bit off when something hit the tiny window set high in the wall, shattering it. Drunk enough that wiggling out it, cutting himself up a bit, seemed a good idea. Drunk enough to not notice the fog calling out for him to do... something.
So anyone looking for an easy meal, or just to get to safety before the shit really hits might have a very drunk cowboy bumping into them as he rambles past... and not noticing the blood trickling down his face or on his hands]
Watch it...