Run Red - The Smell of Fear by CommitMe, literature
Literature
Run Red - The Smell of Fear
The hum, the buzz, the lights. Irritating, unusual. The company, the adrenaline... Now that's familiar. He runs four paws to the ground, one after the other, in a rhythm. In his mouth, the taste of metal does not deter him from his makeshift weapon, his replacement sword. "Crab-" A hushed voice hisses out, Crab looks up to the source, Shrimp; His captain, his father. The ship's captain, so far from the endless sea that is their stomping ground, returns his gaze. A single finger, bound between the others with webbing, hovers in front of Shrimp's mouth. A call to be quiet. Crab's used to that, he understands that. His wide yellow eyes are watching intently; Though bathed in flashes of red, they may appear orange; Another color of caution. Reds, oranges, and yellows- all warm tones that can allude to happier times. This is not one of those times. The strange layout of the Ankuri's largest warren, The Hive, is even moreso unfamiliar when flooded with an air of panic. Shrimp's other hand