Alarm bells went off in Crowley's head, that was the occasion he was expecting. In a flash, he moved away leaving the grumpy demon with the rest of the carnivore plants trying to crawl up his pants.
He knew that Hastur probably had spent weeks racking his brains and trying to come up with a creative and excruciatingly horrible method of exacting his vengeance on him, and he was not going to sit here and take it again.
He flew away. Or maybe not.
It was more like hissing in pain and falling to his knees. Fuck his bad luck and his damaged wing.
(ooc: and there were missing some word son my other reply, dunno what happened :| sorry for the grammar too))
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Date: 2009-06-04 10:19 pm (UTC)He knew that Hastur probably had spent weeks racking his brains and trying to come up with a creative and excruciatingly horrible method of exacting his vengeance on him, and he was not going to sit here and take it again.
He flew away. Or maybe not.
It was more like hissing in pain and falling to his knees. Fuck his bad luck and his damaged wing.
(ooc: and there were missing some word son my other reply, dunno what happened :| sorry for the grammar too))