[Open] Unreasonable Behaviour

[vvaylon]

A . (for your character to end up a snack or escape and spread the word; indicate which in your subject line!)

He’s found the underwater lake. It’s nice, for the most part, but just like the fish in the river the fare is disappointingly slimy and unappetizing. Seeing as he hasn’t found the kitchen yet (a shame!)  he turns to the next source of food—those wandering about the castle. The first to go is a small white cat lazing about on a chair; tufts of fur remain on the floor, and he continues on. The castle is large enough to  send him on af ew circles; but finally, he sees someone down a hall, and makes his lumbering way towards them.

B. (for your character to lay a beatdown on Croc, or for Croc to lay a beatdown on your character….)

He takes to roaming the halls during the night. It’s quieter, the birds are asleep, he has free rein; it’s daresay, nice. He’s still angry. It bubbles up in his chest like a red foam, leads to clawmarks being engraved in the stone, chairs turned on their head or otherwise made into splinters.

Croc is a simple man, sometimes. Sometimes he likes to scheme and plot, and finds himself quite adept at that! Other times… well, other times, someone’s just gotta get their head caved in. Said someone is going to find a big, scaled surprise in the library.

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i'm dying squirtle

[vvaylon]

Waylon, for all his faults, is not the dumb slab of muscle most pass him off to be-- and even then, he can smell Yukio's fear. The kid will see his hiding spot literally torn apart, broken in two with one swing of Croc's claws. He reaches into the wreckage, uncaring this time whether he hurts Yukio in his search to pull him from the splintered wood.

"You just made this way harder for yourself, kid."

Of course, the worst that'll happen to Yukio is a snapped neck. Croc's not in the mood to torture his snacks.

[tinyprotector]

The kid hasn't been eaten yet, but he's quickly on his way there. He screams as splinters rain down on him, but his scream is rapidly cut off by claws around his neck.

He kicks his legs desperately, scratches at Croc's hands with his fingernails, but it's hopeless. He's going to die and he should have known he would in this place full of demons...

[vvaylon]

Croc grins. His breath is foul since he hasn't had the chance to wash it out-- smells like dead cat. Which makes sense, really.

With a quick movement, he finally brings one massive clawed hand down on Yukio's head.

It's over.