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Finally something L4D! After drawing Hunter!Ellis [link] , Arborrelli and her fucking awesome concept of Witch!Nick came to mind!
She even commented about it, I think.
So I finally got to it like, right now. Because my bitch of an in-law is in the next room... being a bitch.
HeartBoxeredWitch!Nick @
An unlucky fellow once wandered alone into the sugar cane fields, he boasted of his hearing abilities and his "sixth sense". Never had he fallen a victim to a Witch, gloating that the "loud mouthed bitches" can be heard a mile away. So there he was, stumbling through the cane fields. But strangely enough, there was no sobbing. Not even a whimper.
He pulled the thick brush back and thought he heard a rustle behind him. The man turned quickly, eying the tall grass. "Fucking field mice..." He muttered before his back hit something fleshy.
The man let out a cry then turned swiftly, his eyes meeting the back of a half naked man. He sighed in relief. "Fuck man! You scared me! I though you's one of 'em bitches er something." He laughed nervously, earning no reply. "Dude? You okay? I mean, I know you're 'alf nekkid and all..."
The skin exposed man emitted a low growl, a devious growl. He slowly turned. Red eyes glowed as his crimson stained forearms came closer into view. To the non-infected's dismay, the creature let out a deafening cry.
Nick neared the human who stumbled onto the floor, backing into a boulder. The uninfected male slumped to the ground and eyed the heart boxers clad Witch who was, again, a male.
"What the fuck dude... What the fuck... I didn't even... Witches are supposed to fucking SOB!" The unarmed man wailed as he attempted to mold himself against the large rock.
The once-Conman smiled.
"Go ahead and sob." He growled, earning a look of terror and shock. He lunged.
She even commented about it, I think.
So I finally got to it like, right now. Because my bitch of an in-law is in the next room... being a bitch.
HeartBoxeredWitch!Nick @
An unlucky fellow once wandered alone into the sugar cane fields, he boasted of his hearing abilities and his "sixth sense". Never had he fallen a victim to a Witch, gloating that the "loud mouthed bitches" can be heard a mile away. So there he was, stumbling through the cane fields. But strangely enough, there was no sobbing. Not even a whimper.
He pulled the thick brush back and thought he heard a rustle behind him. The man turned quickly, eying the tall grass. "Fucking field mice..." He muttered before his back hit something fleshy.
The man let out a cry then turned swiftly, his eyes meeting the back of a half naked man. He sighed in relief. "Fuck man! You scared me! I though you's one of 'em bitches er something." He laughed nervously, earning no reply. "Dude? You okay? I mean, I know you're 'alf nekkid and all..."
The skin exposed man emitted a low growl, a devious growl. He slowly turned. Red eyes glowed as his crimson stained forearms came closer into view. To the non-infected's dismay, the creature let out a deafening cry.
Nick neared the human who stumbled onto the floor, backing into a boulder. The uninfected male slumped to the ground and eyed the heart boxers clad Witch who was, again, a male.
"What the fuck dude... What the fuck... I didn't even... Witches are supposed to fucking SOB!" The unarmed man wailed as he attempted to mold himself against the large rock.
The once-Conman smiled.
"Go ahead and sob." He growled, earning a look of terror and shock. He lunged.
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i love it!