Thread: Slash's New "Pet" {darkest_fate&MellowYellow}

The tunnels were quiet for the most part, with only the distant dripping of foul liquids serving as background noise. After a time, when you got used to it, even that dripping noise fell out of focus. As such whenever a new sound filled the darkness it seemed amplified almost tenfold and served to strike fear into anyone who caught the distant noise. Horrid and ominous noises like something out of a horror flick. clink clink clink scrape scrape scrape Every once in a while, if one strained their ear harder, they would hear dull thudding and thumping sounds joining that strange chorus and echoing off the moss and filth-encrusted stone. Stealth was something that Slash could never do properly but he could hardly be fully blamed for it. After all if you were eight feet tall, green and weighed as much as a pickup truck you too would find it hard to mask your noises. And yet in spite of his lack of subtlety he was much feared by the four main tortoises. He had beat the tar out of Donatello, Michelangelo and Leonardo, with Raphael only stopping him through exploiting a nerve cluster. Even Tiger Claw would have trouble putting down a mutant of Slash's monstrous caliber. He continued his solemn trudge through the blackness, occasional stretches of light catching off the twisted spines of his shell and illuminating the dark green material. In one leatherclad fist he held his child-sized mace of sturdy steel while the other held a net containing four canisters of glowing mucus-like mutagen. Mutagen, something he conversely liked and loathed. The goo had given him sentience but he knew that it was also the chief lethal weapon of a horrid monster invasion. He took it upon himself to gather some wherever possible, one of the many ways he struck out at the Krang outside of literally striking at them. The canisters continued to clink, the spines of his mace continued to scratch off the walls and he continued to thump along unaware of the inquisitive human on his trail. Brightly coloured she may have been but Slash, doubting anyone would be dumb enough to track him, never once bothered to look behind him. Slash took a sudden turn to one glowing alcove in the tunnel and walked into his own lair, a large expanse lined with his own weapons, a showerhead grafted to one wall, stolen furniture lining the area, and a heavy lead-lined trunk where he housed his recovered mutagen. A few generators were lined around the large chamber which served to power the lights. Every once in a while his backward lizard-mutant brain would spark with brilliance and teach him how to work machinery, and that was how he had managed to spruce the lair up as well as he had. A low grumbling sigh rolled out of his fanged maw and he proceeded to prop his mace up by the wall next to the only bed large enough to support his superhuman bulk. Shit... I'm gonna have to go on the hunt again soon... catch another sewer gator... he murmured to himself as he popped the trunk open. With careful motions he slid the lead-lined case open and filled it with his recovered mutagen. It was a lonely existence... soon enough he'd have a solution for that issue.