Phantom Hollow i know you must know it now -- my organs have stoned

pleased to have gotten a rise from the emo-looking thing, despite the overall boiled-chicken attitude of the stranger, buffalo dragged mismatched gaze over his fellow. "food, huh? looks like a last fuckin' meal," came his racuous crow. the sable newcomer was wounded, dripping with blood from teeth-slices in his flesh. whatever meat grinder this dude had climbed out of was probably worse for the wear, in the madman's humble opinion.
"sooo, what did you dooo?" buffalo crooned, craning his neck toward the other in the manner of an intern hunting down juicy office gossip. the difference was that the pale wolf was not an intern; he was a boss ass bitch who would take that salacious little tidbit and use it to strangle its own maker. tongue lolling delightedly, buffalo waited for the ragged man to weave the tale of his recent ass-beating.