#pinecalties

There were times in Mortimer’s life that he had to go and make rash decisions. To be perfectly honest, 95% of his daily life consisted of doing last minute bullshit that would somehow miraculously end up in his favor. It was how he lived. How he thrived. How he SURVIVED.

Which is how he currently found himself in this situation.

LAST MINUTE, Mortimer decided he was going to just kill this alien and take his reserves. Last minute, he ALSO realized that this alien had a large and nasty pet had rows and rows of sharp teeth and claws that could cut him in half with one swipe. While the beast was beautiful and he WANTED IT, Motimer still couldn’t afford to DIE today.

A portal got him out of there....but the pet followed, biting aand trying to CLAW Mortimer apart for taking what rightfully belonged to its owner. Jaws were CLAMPED shut around Mortimer’s arm, shaking and tearing and trying to RIP the appendage off while Mortimer FOUGHT to get his knife out and stab the damn thing.

“Hey, listen, y-you look like a decent guy who won’t bail like a pansy nor try to beat the shit out of me first thing when I say this, but--” Rick began, approaching this rather burly looking guy that he spotted not but a short distance from where he’d emerged inconspicuously from the forest line, dragging an oddly damp burlap sack behind him. 

The lanky blue-haired man looked worse for wear, scraps and bruising all around what was visible on his skin, some tears in his black sweater and pants, and not a lack of what appeared to be blood on his face and hands. Whether or not it was his own wasn’t so apparent.