Post by Astaroth Merula on Oct 19, 2012 21:51:40 GMT -5
The daemon glanced about as he exited the bar, repeatedly trying to clear a foul stench out of his nose... Wombats. He never did like the little bastard critters, like the outcome of a rat getting lucky with a beaver and then ditching the thing in a trashcan. Utterly disgusting and un-trustworthy creatures, the lying scum. And some idiot human had the audacity to bring one into a bloody bar! Astaroth had tried to discuss with the guy why he had brought a wombat into a bar, but the bugger was too drunk to even comprehend what a wombat was, saying "What in Satan's blue balls is a bloody wombat?" Damn Australians and their nonsense sayings.
Oh well, enough ranting... The daemon checked himself out in some bloke's car's mirror, liking his new appearance. His shaggy blonde-brown hair fell to his shoulders and the way his leather jacket moved simply felt right, especially in these blue jean pants and his plain white shirt. He felt like some stereotypical garage-rocker. Astaroth straightened back up and ran his fingers through his hair as a smile rose to his lips; he loved hating this place.
Oh well, enough ranting... The daemon checked himself out in some bloke's car's mirror, liking his new appearance. His shaggy blonde-brown hair fell to his shoulders and the way his leather jacket moved simply felt right, especially in these blue jean pants and his plain white shirt. He felt like some stereotypical garage-rocker. Astaroth straightened back up and ran his fingers through his hair as a smile rose to his lips; he loved hating this place.
