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Come ride with me

A dog. Somewhere around here was suppose to be a dog, but not an ordinary one. This one was special and the man who’d paid him for the job, paid a huge amount of money. For a payment like that, everyone would hunt down a hellhound. Because that was what he was looking for. A beast from another world. Something he’d never hunted before. A real challenge. His fingers were aching of excitement. Eager to spill some blood. It was almost like he could hear his swords singing the song of death and blood.

There weren’t a lot of people at the streets. Even though it was midday, most people were at home. When you looked up at the sky you could see the dark clouds, waiting to burst open for the rain to come out. All that mayde it a dark day, yet he would not stop his hunt for bad weather. That never stopped him before.
As he was walking, he could feel small drops of rain touch his skin. Casimir had always liked it when it rained of a warm day. It kept his mind at peace. Or at least a bit. It was always chaos inside there. Not a minute of piece. All different kind of thought flew through his head all day. Quite exhausting if you’d ask him and yet he liked it.

When it started to rain even harder he stopped at an house awning to find cover. He liked rain, but getting all soaked in it was a whole different case. It didn’t feel comfortable when all of your clothing was sticking to your skin.

With his back against the wall he let himself slide on the ground. Casimir was not familiar with his surroundings and had no idea where to go for shelter or when he wanted a room to stay. If he wanted to find something he had to wait until the rain stopped. It was no use to go and search for something now.

To kill some time he grabbed one of his sword, trying to balance it on the tip of his finger. He was left-handed and with that hand it was no problem at all, but trying it with his right hand was a whole different story. Yet he managed it either way. Even when he saw a figure from the corner of his eye. He saw it, but didn’t look in that direction. He would notice it if something were to happen.