08-14-2010, 03:31 PM
Cowboy sighed as he climbed out of bed, shuffling to the kitchen to brew a pot of coffee. Duke bounded in from his room, tail wagging up a storm, his fur reeking of sex.
"Hey, gu-" he started, only to be cut off by Brandon.
"I can smell it, I don't care." He said flatly as he tried to ignore the dull throbbing of his erection in his pajama pants that he received from making out with Lily.
***
"The smell is precisely why no one comes down here." Sable replied, "the perfect smell to cover up large quantities of gunpowder and explosives."
She stepped into a large chamber, what looked like an abandoned control room for the sewer system. Floor to ceiling, which was several stories high, was stacks and crates and shelves, filled with every kind of weapon imagineable and several kinds that aren't.
[HEY!], she roared out to her two assistants who were moving a large crate with a chain and pulley, [Finish that shit up and get the fuck out of here.]
[C'mon, let's go.] The Raccoon said to his Fox companion, as they set the crate down on a stack, [Lezzy Cat wants to bang the skunk chick in the leotard]
They snickered, as a knife suddenly embedded itself in the crate, a thin line of blood showing up on the Raccoon's cheek.
"I heard that." She snarled lowly in english. "Big ears, you know."
With that, the two disappeared out a doorway, knowing better than to piss off one of Stripes' Enforcers. People tended to get viciously mauled if they crossed an Enforcer of The Stripes Clan.
"Hey, gu-" he started, only to be cut off by Brandon.
"I can smell it, I don't care." He said flatly as he tried to ignore the dull throbbing of his erection in his pajama pants that he received from making out with Lily.
***
"The smell is precisely why no one comes down here." Sable replied, "the perfect smell to cover up large quantities of gunpowder and explosives."
She stepped into a large chamber, what looked like an abandoned control room for the sewer system. Floor to ceiling, which was several stories high, was stacks and crates and shelves, filled with every kind of weapon imagineable and several kinds that aren't.
[HEY!], she roared out to her two assistants who were moving a large crate with a chain and pulley, [Finish that shit up and get the fuck out of here.]
[C'mon, let's go.] The Raccoon said to his Fox companion, as they set the crate down on a stack, [Lezzy Cat wants to bang the skunk chick in the leotard]
They snickered, as a knife suddenly embedded itself in the crate, a thin line of blood showing up on the Raccoon's cheek.
"I heard that." She snarled lowly in english. "Big ears, you know."
With that, the two disappeared out a doorway, knowing better than to piss off one of Stripes' Enforcers. People tended to get viciously mauled if they crossed an Enforcer of The Stripes Clan.
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
******
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
