Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-69.31.217.91-20141120035513/@comment-25686329-20150304165005

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Lemuel Sobek had a punching bag in his powerful maw and promptly tossed it aside like a ragdoll, a defective toy as he entered.

The scent of the pirate's blood was bittersweet, like Ginger Beer; it carried a rich, sugary boquet, and along with it, an acidic, evil burn. It turned him into a creature of malice and animal intelligence. He had been trailing her for the last half hour...

He gestured with his claw arm, pointing, calling her out from where she stood in the ring.

"Thought I caught your scent...!" He rasped, a smile playing about his jaws.