Post by Graham Gyver on Jun 3, 2013 5:16:46 GMT -8
The rat in check, that was him. Graham's black Harley speeded down the interstate towards I-45. Through his ray-ban, black shades he watched the road ahead of him with steady winds jostling a little in his crisp, fine-combed, white mane like that of snow falls. Beauty, charm, elegance, with a bit of nonchalance to boot was what made him more than a British chump. Always surviving, nothing said be careful in one hundred percent pure common sense. The boisterous hum of the engine echoed in the morning hours and somewhere back in that mind of his was her, the pretty and beautiful she-wolf who he suddenly fancied. They had some type of common ground didn't they? He hadn't gone seen her what with his constant busy-bodied self with school and work mixed in one. Once he was able, his intentions was to drop by, see how the gal was doing since he reminded how that sweet sweet tone of her voice kept him realizing women like that was not so simple to come by. While he may not know of her he wanted to. Just as he was about to stop at an intersection of the highway towards a stop sign, a loud noise of engines echoed in his eardrums and man! They were very sensitive! To hell being part lycanthrope where the white knight was abruptly wide awake, he dispised it too no doubt! A group of boys had someone in bondage behind one of them, a woman of sixteen was mumbling behind plastic duck tape! She was also naked! Her plump breasts was all bruised up, flattened abdomen looked battered; horrible. It infuriated him to no end. This right here was why he chose to lead a heroic lifestyle by dressing in something where only the eyes saw what they needed to see.
The first guy, robust-looking, he laughed while his fat bum rested on his seat. His teeth looked like they haven't been brushed in decades! Talk about not checking in the mirror! Eww! His other two partners, the one on the left of him was skinny and this one had fine, long dark hair. Part Russian and some Ukranian mix where the other dude with the young woman draped behind him with duck tape on her mouth and wrists was trying to break free but knew from how tight those adhesives were no can do.
Graham lived in a household where the lady was put first, always. Clenching his teeth nearly on the brink of devouring that flesh his rat wanted to taste, succulent crimson pumping down the large beast's gullet while them razor claws rindered their tissue. Instead, he was being extra careful not to go sweet to bad, bad rodent in a single day. This he will take time wondering how to escape then come back to the rescue of the lovely lass. This calls for operation. Picking up his snake-skinned, booted right foot and reversed. He certainly wasn't going to let those dudes get away with it. Their scent already clasping around and inside of those olfactories. He'll seek them out. These guys won't know what hit their asses. He's came out of death, saving many others. Who knew a city needs someone to take it by surprise if needed.
"I will find you and save you." Is all he said softly, to himself.