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                 The bayou is a dangerous place under the full moon.
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OOC.
Just letting all know who are still here, yes, I disappeared. Life got hellish. Lincoln will be returning. Sometime in the next month. I am revamping him and giving him a shiney new account. ;)
OPEN, MUTUALS.
       â  Is  dâhis  a  social  call  â  or  do  ya  get  ya  kicks  wonderinâ  in  dâhe  swamp  ?   â   The  wolf,  he  didnât  care  the  answer.   Only  that  someone  new  had  crossed  his  path  & he  debated  on  whether  he  could  take  a  chance  on  a  free  meal  or  let  them  be.
Injured/Injury Starters
Injured
âOh shit, are you alright?â
âDude, I donât think youâre alright.â
âBloodâs not supposed to be coming from thereâŠâ
âThat looks broken.â
âCan you move your __?âÂ
âAre you okay?â
âThat doesnât look good.â
âWho did this?â
âDid you do this to yourself?â
âHow did this happen?â
âWe need to get you to a hospital.â
âDo you need to go to a hospital?â
âThatâs not supposed to bend that way.â
âDo you want me to look at it?â
âDonât move, youâll make it worse!â
âStop moving!â
âThereâs so much blood.â
âIâll see if I have a first aid kit.â
âJust⊠Stay here and Iâll get help.â
âHow did you even do this?â
âThis happened in a fight?â
âWalk it off.â
âItâs not that bad.âÂ
âI think you need stitches.â
âYou dumbass.âÂ
Injury
âI think I hurt myself.â
âI canât feel my __.â
âI think my __ is broken.â
âShit, that hurts to move.â
âI donât think I can get up.â
âIâm going to try to get up.â
âCan you go get help?âÂ
âI need help.â
âI think Iâm going to pass out.â
âI donât think thereâs supposed to be that much blood.â
âItâs not that bad.â
âI got [shot, stabbed, etc].â
âI canât walk.â
âI donât think I need to go to a hospital.â
âI think I need to go to the hospital.â
âStop laughing, this hurts.â
âMy last words better not be stupid.â
âThat was a dumb idea.â
âShit, that burns.â
âIâm fine⊠really.â
âDamn, I canât get the bleeding to stop.â
âI got into a fightâŠâ
âI feel lightheaded.â
âIt hurts to move.â
âCan you look at it for me?âÂ
sightiiings
atticus tipped his head to the side, trying to rack his brain and figure out why that name sounded so familiar. a moment of clarity washed over him and he straightened up, letting a soft âohâ when it finally hit him. âthatâs you?â he chuckled. atticus had heard stories, mostly legends and myths from the mouths of superstitious humans, but considering his own history, he figured there had to be some truth to them, right? âweirdâââ a chuckle escapes him, âââi always figured youâd be taller,â he commented offhand before stepping forward and offering a hand in greeting. âmothman. at your service.â
       â i  ainât  in  my  natural shape.   ainât   hunting  either.   not  anymore.   â    he  sniffed  the  air;  NOT  GOOD  WITH  BEING  SOCIAL,  lincoln  hesitated  on  returning  the  gesture.   he  studied the  mothman  instead.   a  moment  to  look  over  his  form  and  natural  curve.   a  chance  to  gauge  physical  strength.   it  was  a  second  before  he  reached  out  with  CLAWED hand  and  took  the  others.   he  stepped  closer  in  that  instant  and  learned the  scent  on  the  other.   his  red  eyes  faded  to  human  blue  while  he  released  the  hand.   â lincoln.  dâhereâs  some  camper  left  over  dâhe  hill  if  ya  hungry.   â

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      Iâm off tomorrow (but will be going in for a few hours) and off Wednesday. Iâll make tomorrow reply day and on Wednesday do some summer cleaning and rewrites for this blog. It needs it. The hiatus was good for me. Doing a couple of replies and then bed.
if you made a verse for linc in the percy jackson universe who would his godly parent be? :o
Heâd be the son of Athena. With no doubt, heâd be one of her demigod sons.
This is not the way into my heart, into my head Into my brain, into none of the above This is just my way of unleashing the feelings deep inside of me This spark of black that I seem to love

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    .   â  itâs  polite for  ya  tâannounce  yaâself  when  ya  tramplinâ  on  someone  elseâs  huntinâ  ground.   â   for  lincoln,  it  had  been  a  polite  greeting  to  another  kindred.  he  could  have  easily  mauled him  like  a  rapid  dog.  behaved  like  the  stereotypes  written  about  in  modern  media.  chased  down  & ate  the  mailman  for  fun.  he  stopped  thirty  feet  from  them  and  stood.      .   â  dâhe  nameâs  lincoln.  some  call  me  lee,  most  linc  and  dâhe  rest  call  me  lincoln.  gonna  keep  dâhis  civil  or  ya  wantinâ  to  play  who  makes  dâhe  better  chewtoy  ?   â
sightiiings
he paused, lips pursed in thought when he saw the remains of SOMETHING splattered across the strangers face. âââi suppose whatever purpose i had here is now settling into your stomach.â putting two and two together seemed easy enough. the vision atticus saw before his arrival was much less bloody and FERAL but now he was questioning why the hell this man was stalking about the woods like this. âââ-the hell are you supposed to be?âÂ
     lincoln  stepped  into  the  moonlight.  the  rags  of  a  shirt  ( what  had  BEEN a  shirt  at  one  time  ) was  used  to  clean  away  the  dark  smears  across  his  body.  his  eyes  glowed  brighter  in  the  light  of  the  moon.  he  scratched  idly  at  the  hair  that  dusted  his  chest  while  he  looked the  man  over.   â  ya  donât  know,  beau  ? iâm  dâhe  rougarou.  and  you  gone  and  wondered  in  here  while  i  was  enjoy  mâ  meal.  least  ya  could  do  is  introduce  yaâself.   â
    .   â  and  is  dâhere  a  reason ya  keep  lookinâ  at  me,  when  ya  think  i  donât  notice  ya  doinâ  it  ?   â
     Her  matter  of  dress  hadnât  been  a  concern  to  him.  Lincoln  had  SEEN stranger  on  Bourbon  Street.  Her  strength had  been  the  catalyst  for  which  he  had  been  drawn  to.  He  could  smell it  on  her.  A  woman  whoâd  be  an  alpha in  her  own  right  were  she  his  kin.  He  perched,  well  away  from  her,  but  in  her  sights.     .   â  You  lost,  sha  ?  Seem  a  shame.  Ya  wanderinâ  around,  lookinâ  like  somethinâ  good  to  eat.   â
     A  fatal  flaw,  one  often  used  against  him,  had  been  his  CURIOUS nature.  She  had  smelled unlike  anything  heâd  crossed  before.  A  scent  that  reminded  him  of  hot  pepper  and  clove.  It  drew him  in.  Despite  his  curiosity  for  her,  his  claws  were  drawn.  Bared  for  his  protection  as  he  approached  with  sharpened fangs.     â  What  are  you?   â

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     The  beast  had  returned.  The  second  meeting  of  predators.  Lincoln  had  followed   ââ  the  dragons  ââ   scent  to  its  den.  One  curious,  moonless night.  Patiently,  the  wolf  had  waited  for  the  man  to  return  home.  In  the  dark  of  his  living  room,  the  only  glow  came  from  Linconâs  eyes.  When  he  spoke,  his  cajun  accent  was  thick  and  hoarse.  Â
          â  Ya  need  ta  have  a  stronger  door  ta  keep  dâreal  monsters out,  mon  cher.  â   He  could  see  him  clearly through  the  darkness,  but  made  no  attempt  to  move.  He  was  comfortable  where  he  lounged.
      Flecked   with   blood;  adorned with  the  remnant  of  his  latest  prey,  Lincoln  Bradbury  stood  bare  in  the  wood  with  his  glaring red  eyes  narrowed  at  the  stranger.  The rougarou  lowered  his  body  to  the  ground  with  his  palm  pressed  in  the  earth  while  his  head  tilted  curiously  to  the  side.    â  you  donât  be  smellinâ  like  any  human  i  done  smelled  before,  sha.  ya  got  a  PURPOSE being  here,  mon  ami  ?  â