Talk:Hellhound/@comment-28045570-20160327080608

You, being a merchant. Have heard stories of people being taken off the roads at night time. Anyone foolish to have gone out at night time that is. But, unfortunately you were forced out of the city. you were caught up with some buisness with one of the female guards, you said something that pissed her off, and she beat you down and threw you out of the gates. Regaining your vision, you sit up and feel around your body for any permanent scars. 'Huuh, the chair was a bit much...' you say to yourself as you sit out on the dirt road, breathing clouds of heat into the cold night air. Getting up you feel something metallic slip from your lap. 'Aaaaw, so she does care...' looking down you see a rustic steel dagger, dust still erupting from where it landed. Picking it up, you come to the realisation that their NOT going to be letting you back inside the city, and the closest town around the area is Dalton, a small mining station, At least a two hours walk from where you are situated. You start walking, you think to yourself, eh, I'll come pick my stuff up tommorow

Twenty to thirty minutes in, walking, you hear something behind you. You turn around to see two blazing, amber eyes cutting through the darkness and malicious giggling. Stepping backwards slowly, your shoulder blades ease into something soft and squishy.

"you right there, little man" says the large curvey hellhound standing behind you. You spin around to meet her, only realising that you have just turned your back on the one you were initialy backing away from. You are swept of your feet, and pinned to the ground by muscular thighs. The light of the torch reveals the two hellhounds, one riding atop your crotch. The one on top of you is alot bigger than the one standing next to you, but you can still tell their the same age. "What will it be little man; you gonna squirm like the rest? or are you gonna give in to us?..."

WHAT DO YOU DO?