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Jason snarled at the woman who called herself the great Jezebel. She looked like a damn kid in a party dress and she was supposed to be the one who was calling the shots here? Jason clenched his fist as his eyes burned with a passion to tear her little head clean off. She wasn't the only one either. There was the shadowy freak who was ghosting around hissing. Then there was the damn pretty boy who was banging on the wall throwing a damn temper tantrum cause no one was watching him brood in the corner. It was all Jason could do not to smear the walls of the damn cave with their blood. Jezebel spouted some shit about destroying the world and finally Jason heard something he liked. He doubted this nuclear family of freaks could actually get the job done but in the chaos the big shifter would deffinately get to spill some blood.
"Sounds like a crock but what'dya say boss? Yer call..."
Jason asked Sadisuto with a grunt and a shrug.
"Sounds like a crock but what'dya say boss? Yer call..."
Jason asked Sadisuto with a grunt and a shrug.