Myths

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Bad Dog page 8

ConnorLachmanec

on May 19, 2020

Helga stands up to her full seven-foot height, jaws slavering and eyes blazing with hate. “Piss off!” she hisses through her teeth, “He’s with us!”
The centaur rears up on his back legs, giving her the finger with both hands. “Waddle and wheeze your way back to Valhalla, Brunhilda!”
She fumes, making ready to pounce but Kat cries out: “Helga please!”
Helga turns toward them and her face softens. The half-dryad sits on the table and leans over Bad Dog towards them. “Lighten up, Night-hag,” she scoffs, “we all know you weren’t always such a square.”
Kat bursts into tears, sobbing into their hands. Akantha rears up on her coils, fangs bared and eyes glowing pale green.”That is officially crossing the line!” she hisses venomously.
The half-dryad flips her off defiantly and the centaur leans forward, glaring up at her. “You about to threaten my girl, Snake-head?”