Talk:Hellhound/@comment-25601391-20141224201636/@comment-66.57.79.162-20141226080246

i blankly stare at the hellhound as she stands there with a stupid smile on her face as if to say aren't you happy to see me. "Is something wrong?" she idiotically asks me. Looking from the hellhond to the broken door and shattered glass on my left and then to my tree and the wet presents beneath it and the stream still pouring from the hound to the tree, my right eye begins to twitch. "Of course there's something wrong you idiot!" i exclaim, "You break into my house bestroying my door and shattering my window and then you defile my holiday by pissing on my tree, my presents, my floor, i should beat you until you stop screaming." i declare this as i reach for one of my swords mounted above my fireplace, "A contest of strength then.  The winner gets to abuse the winner however they wish!" she squeals as she leaps forward to attack ...

after the fight i spend the rest of that night on my back breathing heavily from my exsaustion, iand would have frozen to death had i not been kept warm by the thick fur an the hot body of my opponant. Luckily the next day i awoke before she was able to regain consciousness and renege on her declareation the night before. You see i had been quite fortunate the night before and at the conclusion of our battle she foolishly lunged at me again, and putting all my bodie's strength into my sword i hit her in her weakened stomach that i had been hammering away at all douring the encounter, cousing her to keel over and pass out from the pain. i quickly bind her with steel chains and ropes and drag her to the town auction for ahe was going to repay me for the damage done to my house weather it ment becoming a sex slave for some aristocrat or becoming the special item on an exotic foods resturant's menu.