Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-32463050-20170719023704/@comment-28718853-20170919140925

I walk into my house and return with a healing potion. Kneeling by the ashen behemoth, I slip two fingers into her lips and pry them apart. The space into her mouth allows me to stream the angelic liquid through. Almost immediately, the bite mark on her shoulder closes up, and the bruises on her face soften up, returning it to its former natural beauty.

A satisfied hum leaves me as I smile at my good deed for the day. I turn around and start back for my house. The Hellhound should eventually wake up on her own. The first doorstep has my boot on it when I hear groaning behind me. I turn, and see the large hound of hell stirring to life.

"Urrrghh...that stupid Ghoul, when I see her again, there's going to be hell to pay!" she moans as she gets on her two feet, only to freeze when she sees me. Her astonished look shifts to seductiveness, then wickedness.

"NEW MATE!!!" she screams out as she barrels toward me on all fours. The skinny little man that was me had no time to react as I was literally tackled through the door.