-falsecaniines-

The night had been quiet until Damian noticed them. He couldn’t tell what they were doing there. That should have been enough reason to leave them alone. It wasn’t.
          
          Instead, he remained partially concealed in the darkness, watching with growing curiosity. There was something unusual about their presence—something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Finally, he stepped into view.
          
          “Most people don’t come wandering around here this late” his gaze flicked toward the path behind them, then back “so…” a faint, crooked smile appeared.
          
          “What are you looking for?”

/ cb + mood

.. how old are you ? and what even are you ?

/ cb + mood or drop

tsk.   tsk.   come   on   now.   there’s   no   need   for   that. 

/ can creatures be made by man , or must they come straight from the source ? ridge's whole life was dedicated to finding out - unwillingly . 
          
          when they failed to prove themselves useful , they were discarded like they meant nothing . . but they weren't dead . not even close . 
          
          cb + mood !

/ cb or drop

/ cb + mood or drop im so booored where is everyone 

/ oops , cb + mood ?

/ cbb