User blog comment:HoundTheDestroyer93/Ask Hound And Samia/@comment-28358106-20161130175813/@comment-28358106-20161202011302

"Do I relly? Do I relly, relly, REEEEEAAALY wannit?  Heh.  Hee hee hee hee...wannit.  I wannit, I wannot.  Want not. Washte not, want not.  I don' wan' nuthin'.  *hic*"

As Hound starts to say something, there is a flash of multicolored flame in multiple dark hues. As he looks up, he sees three figures. The first is a Hellhound, huge and well busted, with flowing black hair and a chiseled physique, dressed like a corsair, violet flames from her eyes. The second is an Apophis, black as night, whose body melts into the nearby shadow, the dark phantasm aura rising off of her like smoke. The third is a Lich, sitting on a floating chair, while a circular stone bookshelf rotates behind her. She has a large tome in her hand and a quill in the other and looks nervous.

The Hellhound looks down at Cyndwella. "Well, ain't this news. She pulled it off.  She actually pulled it off.  Fuck me runnin'."

The Apophis sneers and speaks in a thick accent. "She probably pulled her stupid 'damsel' routine.  What an idiot.  And who in their right mind would fall for that shit?"

"We're lookin' at him." The Hellhound looks at Marcus. She's tall enough to look him in the eye.

"Eugh. He reeks of the Sun." The Apophis eyes him.

"Hiiiiii, Eshilar!" Cyndwella's hand waves frantically.