>>5970260The dog whines!
The screams, the waves of sound, the confusion, the darkness! he doesnt have enough heads to know where to look at, he thinks he is biting flesh, but what dried and tasteless flesh is the scabbard..
He backs away from you, rotten and confused; he tries to desperately chew into the scabbard thinking its a piece of you stuck in his mouth. Then he sees the blade, and the life crosses his memories; he remembered the last Asian restaurant he ate at, he remembered his brothers, he remembered his mother who ate two of them, he recalled the chow mein's taste, it reminded him of his mothers breath.. the memory of the butchers blade hitting the back of his older brother perpetuated in the mind, he imagined the feeling on his own, fleshy, sedentary back of settled man.
>You have revived a trauma within Dog man! (this may go very well or very bad) 