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Flames whirled around the sheep yokai. Loud sounds of cracking, and the additional sounds the roof smashing down where the only audible sounds.
everything he worked so hard for. Every little bit of it, was being destroyed before his very own eyes. He could only stay, stiff as a pole. Years, and years of plans, work and sleepless night and each drop of sweat was put into the lab, into his experiments. And everything was being destoyed. All his hopes of incinerating every human were burning down.
but there was something wrong. A nearly audible, short whimper caught his attencion. Could one of his works survived? It was nearly impossible. But there it was again, louder. The baron shot his head in the direction of the sound, and thought he saw a bit of green between all the flames and ruggege.
He quickly scrambled to his hoves and darted off in that direction.
The scientist had fallen to his knees, sitting down outside the ruins of his laboratory. A part of him didn't even register running out of there. Another part, desperately wanted to go back and try to save his work, all of his belongings, everything. But it was already too late.
But he holding it, holding him, carefull as if he was holding a glass that would shatter if he made the wrong move, One of the four specimens, the snapping turtle mutant. Lou Jitsu didn't take him. The sheep yokai nearly set into a fit of laughter, but not a single sound escaped his lips. he didn't take the biggest one? The strongest of them? What a stupid failure. Maybe there was still hope. Maybe one mutant is all he needed.
but at the same time, how in the world was he supposed to rebuild his laboratory? He felt the worry rapidly sink in. The professor, the scientist, the creator, he had nothing. No home, no work, no plans, no food, no shelter, nothing. Ugly upsetting nothing.
out of thin air, the before merely unmoving snapper let out a whimper, rapidly knocking the sheep-man back into reality. The baby was shivering. He didn't know what to do, find shelter? Food? What was he supposed to do, live on the streets?
Draxum wasn't sure. He wasn't sure if the two of them will survive. No, he HAD to survive. He could not let his plans be interrupted again. He'll find a way. He'll find a way to continue his work and prove everyone who wronged him. Starting with Lou Jitsu, he'll take him down. One day. One day his plans will be fufilled. And the snapping turtle held in his hands, his subject, will help him.
One day.