Saturday morning in Brighton, and there was a meat cleaver lying in the middle of the street (and people wonder why I stay out of the pubs on Friday night).
Felishumanus had come to visit pipistrelle, and Brighton wasn't on its best behaviour. From the late opening Arkham, to the oiks who decided it was cool to give the girls a big and very deliberate two-
(
Read more... )
Watching their breath growing short, their faces reddening, their fear growing. Pure sport, right down to hanging back, prolonging the chase just for the thrill of it.
When they split up, the natural thing was to follow the leader. Who had had enough, and dived into a furniture store and started gasping out a story about a strange man chasing him to the clerk inside.
**********
**********
Whatever...little fuckhead got the lecture that actions have consequences, and next time he got caught it'd probably be by someone with fewer compunctions than me about smashing his silly little face in.
**********
Mmmmm wonderful image of a leopard hunting its prey. Powerful smooth action, dangerous teeth....
And it is too rare that nasty little spotty bullies get what they deserve.
And it
Reply
Sometimes I think I don't do that, just because so many people do.
Reply
Reply
Reply
It was more an appreciation of the hunting animal image.
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment