10 [Accidental Video | Action]

[integrity]

[The NV turns on to show massive paw prints in the snow, spaced an incredible distance apart. The feed continues moving -- the paw prints are getting closer together -- until it stops abruptly, with a soft chuckle from your resident favorite demon -- because it appears that a massive bloody thing is hovering in mid-air.]

Was killing it necessary?

[The bloody lump of... whatever the living hell Crowley's Hellhound has found shakes in mid-air, the bones crunching with a quick snap of her jaws as she swallows part of it whole, before dropping the other half on the ground. The snow then puffs upward in a spray of crystals as Growley drops obediently at Crowley's feet.

The NV moves for a moment or two before Crowley pockets it, though you can still hear him speaking before the feed shuts off.]

Last time I ask you to fetch me a bloody steak, stupid beast.

ooc; You can find Crowley and his hellhound in person if you're wandering around Sector Three!

Comments

[athermercy]

You've done it. She needs a hellhound therapist.

[integrity]

My insurance carrier doesn't cover Hellhound psychosomatic trauma.

Obamacare doesn't cover my tax bracket.

[athermercy]

You need to start an internet petition to request one. I'm sure all the hellhound owners will be interested to protest about that.

[integrity]

Change we can believe in.

[Crowley sounds extraordinarily amused.]

Though I doubt the rest of the demons who enjoy the company of their own personal hellhounds treat theirs as well as I do.

[Growley has her own fucking bed, okay.]

[athermercy]

[Quirks eyebrow.]

Really? Maybe it's time to send animal lovers after them. Demons vs PETA? My money's on the later.

[integrity]

I would love to see Ingrid Newkirk tear Meg's face off and use it for a hat, personally.

[athermercy]

You mustn't like this Meg at all.

[integrity]

She's Lucifer's pet.

We don't see eye to eye.

[Crowley was just going to say 'She's a whore', but he feels Elaine probably wouldn't appreciate that answer.]

[athermercy]

That changes it all -- Newkirk wouldn't endanger someone else's pet.

[integrity]

[Miracles of miracles -- that is definitely a snort of genuine laughter.]

[athermercy]

[Hah! Bullseye.]

[integrity]

Aah --

[No, really, that was funny, mad props, Elaine, okay.]

-- I almost hope she shows up here just so you can see how very right you are.

[athermercy]

[She'd bow if she were more smug.]

It wouldn't be half a funny without Newkirk.

[integrity]

She can come too.

[Shrug.]

It can be a cage match. I could feed the remains to my dog.

[The hellhound barks, pleased by this suggestion.

Meg is a bitch, okay.]

[athermercy]

I don't know -- What if they become friends?

[integrity]

Meg has no friends, she has slaves.

[athermercy]

This could be an exception.

[integrity]

She would eat Ingrid Newkirk's liver before befriending a human being.