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you don't want it? * he's not going to decline taking it back, at least not too ferociously. this would be his first source of protein in days, as the missing pieces of meat were not from the young lycan's nibbling, but rather the result of him having fetched it from the dumpster of a local deli. slowly, he places it back into the plastic bag. * are you absolutely sure? 

@ilokind [nolan’s nose gathered the scent before his eyes ever saw it.  the young wolf was generous,  he’ll give him that.  but he was already full and david had not yet reached the age to consume solid foods.   a huff of a laugh follows,  its form stiff—he was humored, he was.    his family often saw little of that within him]     “david would thank you, if he could talk.  you eat it,”

"oh no"? i'm insulted. * the boy displays a plastic bag, pulling out the further concealed remains of a rotisserie chicken. * it's food. for you and your baby. 

* Intrigued or wary pooks 

/     why not

/   curious!

i've aimed it plenty of times. my old man got it for me. * this much is true, and he decides not to mention the life he had taken with this very weapon, years ago, unintentionally. it didn't bide well to his claim of skill. the softer gesture against disheveled curls is oddly comforting, a sense of care brandon had never really recieved from the sick bastard he called his father. unfortunately, it does little to drive the boy away. * are you sure? we could be a good team. 

@ilokind  [YELLOW EYES FALL TO THE WEAPON CARRIED BY SUCH SMALL HANDS.   HE SAYS NOTHING.  ONLY A HUFF,  AND WARM MIST FOLLOWS RIGHT AFTER]    and you know how to aim that?   [HE QUESTIONS.  SNIFFING THE GUN AND HIM, TOO.   NOLAN’S LARGE FRAME SHIFTS.    SNOUT PUSHING ASIDE THE CURLS ON BRANDON’S TINY HEAD.    IT WAS PATERNAL INSTINCT,   FATHERHOOD WRAPPED ITSELF AROUND HIM TOO EARLY AND HE COULD NOT SHAKE IT OFF]     no.   not tonight 

aha-- don't fret, my friend, * as if clockwork, like he'd done it countless times before, the boy reaches among the depths of his tattered coat, pulling out an item just enough to show the small handgun on his form, * i hope monsters and man like bullets in their brains. seriously, though, i'll be alright. while i'm here, though, maybe i could help you hunt? i'm pretty skilled myself. 

THE MAN [WOLF] IN THE WOODS :     the first of the hallows was a boy.   dirty-faced and abandoned.    no mother nor father to claim he.     now,   He is the eldest—the most responsible… the most violent.     HE HAD MADE A DUTY OUT OF PROTECTING THE OTHERS WHO CAME AFTER HIM.   and had a deep hatred in his heart for monsters and man alike .       ©   2021,   The Hallows.         revisited by bree.  

@dunami
            
                   the  young  wolf  narrowed  his  eyes  , “  and  what  does  / her  grace /  ask  in  return  ?  ” 

@THEEYOUNGWOLF     on behalf of queen leanna,     an ally.      she believes it was her father’s mistake for having faith in only the houses of his kingdom——house that betrayed him for an angry man.    with foreign support,  she believes in the benefit of one another. 

@dunami
            
            “  /was/ . ”  he  repeated  ,   her  words  familiar   and   foreign   still  .  “  and  you  say  you  are  not  my enemy  –  what  do  you  seek  here  ,  then  ? ” 

TIED TO MY GLORIOUS QUEEN:  @BEOWULFS

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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ᵈ⃨ᵉ⃨ᵛ⃨ⁱ⃨ˡ⃨ ʸ⃨ᵒ⃨ᵘ⃨ ᶜ⃨ᵃ⃨ˡ⃨ˡ⃨ ᵐ⃨ᵉ⃨ ⃨     /    “you spit on the face of your mother, you disrespect the name you share with your sisters.”   how did it ever come to this?    
            ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ The cruelty of her mother was never known until this moment.  for six years, since the day she came here—only four and ten years alive, then.  THE GREAT MOTHER was an anchor.    the golden tower,  your home.    now, the veiled faces turn against you,  and a figure dressed in white from head to toe loomed over her and her guilt.    
            ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀What could she do, but press her face to the polished floors and beg for her mother’s forgiveness?   IT WAS NOT HIS FAULT THAT SHE CARES LITTLE OF HER VOWS. nor was it his fault that she fell into the temptation of lust.  he was a man,  vile and whorish and slick of the tongue.  a magician as he was a thief.  and she, was twenty——wishing to see what the world looks like outside the confined chamber of the virgin guardians of the realm—now faced the threat of death for breaking her vow to the dunami.
            ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀    YET,  THE GREAT MOTHER  is merciful—as merciful as she could be.  she saw herself in this girl,  her daughter born not from blood.  a child from words away…  AN OATH BREAKER.  all because she fell in love with the world she was shielded too much from.   but an oath was an oath,  AND MALREN BROKE IT.   the great mother would not condemn her to death,  not fully.   instead,     she’d be stripped of her status as a dunami.    the colors of white and gold will never known her skin,  reverence for her virginity and the mystic  allure once shared with her sisters . . . would be shattered.   
            ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀   She may travel the world as a beggar, never to set foot in the golden home again.         a bird without its flock,  is as good as dead.    

*    @thirdcorvus    TEEHEE