Talk:Hellhound/@comment-25095137-20141208141534/@comment-26376061-20150604105251

I calmly start drawing in the book that is always on my person,quickly finishing an illustration,I close the book,causing the power my family name has bestowed upon me to activate. The drawing instantly transported me to behind the mausoleum,I covered an entire page in ink,and pressed it to the dirt,spreading the blackness over the ground.  She sensed my presence,turned,and leapt at me. I reacted by erecting a wall out of the inky black ground. She soon ripped through,however,much to my confusion. I ripped off my jacket and shirt,causing the tattoos on my body to become visible. I quickly sent a dragon tattoo at her,batting it back at me,she continued forward. Upon contact,it turned back into ink,splattering me. (The tattoo.) "Damn...just what are you?!" I shout angrily. "I am a Hellhound,and you will be my husband." She stops,reading a tattoo on my hand. "You're an Artezia! I thought that family was completely dead!" She said in surprise. (The Artezia family was blessed with the ability to manipulate any created illustration,thus explaining my abilities. Most were brutally murdered by knights thinking that our power was demonic.)"That just makes you more...interesting." we fought until I collapsed with exaustion. "Do what you want,monster." I groaned.(Me...Shaden Artezia,defeated by a dog...how humiliating.) She began raping me.  I struggled,and eventually passed out. When I came to,I was in...a room...in a...bed?! I sat up,alarmed,only to be pulled back down by my Hellhound wife,Celia. I still dream about that night when we first met,three months ago,in the graveyard 10 miles from town.