ilokind
i brought something for us to share.
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killerbitch
put the claws away, i’m just passing through this time.
fangoire
yes. i heard you, for the thousandth time.
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@fangoire [HE’S IGNORED IN FAVOR OF HER ATTENTION FOCUSED ON THE TWO WOLVES. ONLY TO THEM DOES HER GLARE SOFTENED. AND HER LIPS THAT MOVED VERY LITTLE CURL UPWARD IN A SMILE. THEIR WARMTH SEEPS INTO HER FLESH WHEN SHE GREETS THEM, HANDS SINKING INTO FUR. WHITE AND BLACK. THE TWO WOLVES WITHIN MORTAL MEN. GOOD AND EVIL. DAY AND NIGHT. HER SONS, THOUGH THEY WERE NEVER BORN FROM HER WOMB] he is dead. dead men cannot yearn.
fangoire
murderer she says, yet here she is——occupying the space next to him as he drinks in solitude. i wonder why that is? [ BROWS RISE IN AMUSEMENT AS THE GLASS HE HAD BEEN NURSING, WHICH WAS TEMPORARILY A MERE AFTERTHOUGHT, WAS BROUGHT TO HIS LIPS LIKE AN INSTINCT. STRONG, POTENT, ALMOST ABSORBING HIM ELSEWHERE OTHER THAN THE INTOXICATING URGE TO FEED. HE GIVES HER ONLY ONE GLANCE; THE COAT AND FLASK THAT SHE HAD RETRIEVED FROM NOTHING MORE THAN A PILE OF BONES AND ROT, HE HUMS TO HIMSELF] i do hope that old bastard doesn’t yearn for the comfort of his coat.. and flask, even as a pile of rot——it does get cold at night.
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@fangoire [the flask in her hands had long since rusted. stolen from a body WITH A LIFE SHORTLY LIVED, whose coat she now wears. winter had claimed it, animals feasted on it. and when the wolf had found it—a man—unnamed... he was of bone. brown and cold. SUCH AN ITEM IS BROUGHT TO HER LIPS FOR A FOURTH TIME. and from the view her large sleeve did not cover, eyes are rolling] i spoke once, murderer. i will not say so again.
ilokind
i knew i smelled something. it was you.
ilokind
i guess i lost track of time. walked longer than i thought. * despite the fate he has brought upon himself, he's not too concerned. this company was already superior to that of his own home. this was not somebody who seemed out to get him. * do you.. live out here?
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@ilokind north is far. [THE EVELING HAD NO personal home to call her own. she was just as wild and unpredictable as nature. the woods—every woods—was where she was to be. but that was not the same for others & she too began to look, mimicking the youth almost] and you, are far from it.
ilokind
my pack? * his lips quirked at the term, all too conditioned to considering himself something human. * i live far from here. couple miles.. um.. * he'd take a hesitant glance around, considering their location, * maybe north?
baredteeth
can i help you with something ?
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AND NOW THE WOLF, AND NOW THE LOYALTY OF WOLVES. ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵗʰ, THE FIRST ── THE MOTHER . SAINT OF TRANSFORMATION / ο λυκάνθρωπος ☾ THIS IS THE WAY WHICH A GIRL BECOMES A WOMAN. THIS IS THE WAY WHICH A WOMAN BECOMES A WOLF.
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/ hey queen
magicwoven
* Swallows u
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♱͙ . @evilworn, .. i’m not. [ no matter how hard sansa tried to be. she couldn’t be upset with him. as the two sat in the dark cell, whilst the pirates, who were great enemies to dragon lords, laughed and gambled and drunk their drinks. among their noises however, sansa could hear the thrashing and roars of her dragon valkyrie which ironically gave her some relief━─ they still had a chance to escape. and despite his actions being the reason they were ever .. in this mess. sansa couldn’t entirely blame him. even all those years ago, he knew very little about the dragon realm. it was her fault for not schooling him on every detail like she should have ] .. i (told) you to hide your wand