Snippet #2308570

As written by duramon
Lazarus sat quietly upon one of the many unconcious guards by the door,in the entrance hall the endless dripping of blood could be heard. Drip drop, Drip drop. His weapon was attached to his arm and the gauntlet's were removed and half hanging out of a window, Long bone-like claw's had seemingly replaced his nails and blood was flowing down them slowly, A clawed laceration upon the guard below him. It was not his but, those who had not seen Kaiser's display would not know so. His glowing red eyes observed as many and then few left and entered the Meeting. There was some kind of emergency by the sounds of it, Good. He needed to spill some damn blood and Kaiser's fucking left-overs would not do although he expected His Sire would be on the verge of lecturing or hitting him at the moment but for now atleast she had simply left the meeting and said nothing whilst he had licked at his newly formed claws.