MOVED TO WANLIDAS.

it’s been a little over a year since i’ve been on this blog and i’m in desp need for a fresh start.    i’ve already carried all my ongoing threads over to my queue there,    so i will continue everything,    but if you have a thread waiting for me,   pls tag my new url / send it over to me so i don’t miss it!      

 She  nodded,    satisfied  with  the  response  that  Kody  gave  her.      It  wasn’t  much  —  and  if  someone  else  had  said  anything  of  the  like,    Jules  wouldn’t  have  believed  them.      But  this  child  was  pure..    ripped  away  from  everything  she  knew  at  the  expense  of  greedy  humans.      𝐒𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞  𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞  𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐨  𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞  𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡  𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬.      And  for  that  reason,    she  understood  that  the  being  that  stood  a  few  feet  from  her  needed  to  be  protected  until  she  learned  another  way  to  fight.      Jules  waved  her  hands  in  the  air,    fluidly  manipulating  the  shadows  cast  around  the  room  to  put  away  𝙳𝚄𝙿𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚂  of  any  sort.

 ❛  It’ll  be  okay.      Don’t  be  afraid.      Remember  where  I  told  you  you  needed  to  hide  if  something  like  this  ever  happened?  ❜        Hazel  eyes  flickered  over  to  the  piece  of  floorboard  to  the  far  corner  of  the  cottage.      Under  it  was  an  underground  tunnel  that  connected  to  a  cave  half  a  mile  away.      All  of  it  tucked  away  under  a  few  planks  of  cedar  wood.        ❛  Even  if  they  do  try  to  hurt  me..    I  can  fight  on  my  own,    okay?      I’m  just  the  town’s  crazy  witch  lady  anyway.      𝐈'𝐌  𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐄.       You  just  stay  safe.  ❜        Her  eyes  closed  once  more  to  sense  the  hunters  that  drew  closer  and  closer  to their safe haven.      Leaves  rustled.      Twigs  snapped.      𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈  𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴  𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴.

KILL.    as a child,    she learned that the only way to survive was to leave no one in your path.    it didn’t matter who,    it didn’t matter what   -----     if someone was in her way,     she must kill.        it was the benefit of being an more animal than human,      clinging to that side of her in which made her so much stronger    (    and so much hungrier.   )        brutality was all she knew   ----    being a WOLF was all she was comfortable with.      things are different now;     her human side must take over,     and she doesn’t know what to do with that.     she feels weak,    vulnerable.      she is so much stronger in this form than she gives herself credit for,    but she doesn’t know how to accept that,    because her mind is so concentrated on wanting to go back to her fur.     everything is easier that way;    it’s a SHIELD.     but this town isn’t safe anymore;     she is no longer the PREDATOR here.     hunters have taken over.    and it doesn’t matter how many of them she has killed before,    she has to be smarter now.      reckless impulse can no longer win with her.

❝   i am not afraid.   ❞      because she has never had any reason to be.      she has never known fear from this side,      never had to worry that she may not survive something.       but her words aren’t entirely truthful   ----    she is WORRIED.      after losing her entire pack,      she doesn’t want the pressure of fighting anymore.      she just wants to live in peace      (    but can she ever find that again?   )       ❝    just angry,    ❞         she insists.        and SAD.      but sadness is an emotion she doesn’t know how to comprehend or speak about.      eyes are hesitant on the other as she nods her head slowly,     then looks back to the floorboard waiting for her.          ❝   -----    but i can fight too,    ❞       she insists.     she had never cared about anyone but her own pack before,     and yet,    she doesn’t know how to just WALK AWAY.    it doesn’t matter if she is going to be okay,     it feels wrong for kody to just lave.       ❝  i have never met a fight i lose.    ❞         she’s just  tired.      tired of fighting,     tired of only surviving and not living.         ❝   you shouldn’t have to do this all on your own.    ❞       because that’s what SHE needs to know too.      being without her pack,     she needs comfort in another.        maybe jules needs that too.        she takes a step back,     but still guilt washes over her,      her head shaking.        ❝   -------    i can’t just hide.    ❞ 

     panicking brown eyes switch from mason behind the door to the creature standing in front of the door, fingers gripping the handle of her katana hard in her hands. sweat pours from every gland and pore in her body, but she believes that with mason’s help, she’ll be able to defeat this creature so they can find their way out of here. when mason hits that thing with the rusty pipe, kira surges forward and slices its shins with the tip of her blade, backing off quickly before it can lunge at her. before it can regain its train of thought, the kitsune pounces and drags the tip of her sword across the creatures neck before pushing the katana into its stomach as far as the hilt goes. quickly, she pulls the katana out and jumps back, allowing the limb body to fall face first on the ground. it was a nasty but necessary thing to do.     ❛ c’mon, we should move before its friend comes. take that pipe with you, you’re good with it. ❜     with that, she steps over the body and looks back at the threshold of the door, now regretting her previous actions.     /     @rogueries

he has always had a high respect for kira,    seeing her as not just someone who had welcomed him into the pack and been a good friend to him,      but as someone who was strong and powerful beyond that.      there was a reason he had spent so much time researching the kitsune upon learning about his new friends    -----     he looked at her and saw someone so powerful all on their own,     and he wanted to understand that.     to fight alongside her now made HIM feel the same way:    powerful,    strong.     and he was using that to his advantage as he screamed towards the creature that worked to try to attack them.     eyes shoot open as she uses the sword to her advantage,     his heart beating too fast for him to process anything that’s really happening.        it’s not until the katana is pushed through the stomach that mason finally feels the weight of what’s unfolding.     he has never valued violence in place of anything else,    but this world has taught him there’s not always an OPTION,    especially in cases like this.        he gulps,    body frozen in place as he watches the body before he hears her voice and it all registers.     head shakes,     body turning to hers,    then back to the creature,    then her again.      ❝   ----   yeah,    yeah.    i’m coming,   ❞       words are mumbled as he holds onto the pipe tightly,      a breath of relief falling from his mouth upon hearing her words      (     it’s validation he’s always seeking from the pack.    )         body moves quickly to rush to her side,     ❝   ----    are you okay?  ❞         words are blurted out,     but he can’t help himself.       if he had killed a creature,      it would weigh heavily on his shoulders whether it was good or bad,   survival or not,     and he has to make sure she knows how to handle that.   

he likes this better.          it is KINDER.          there doesn’t feel like a lot of room for harshness between them right now like there so often is in the way they speak to each other.          that has a lot to do with the mood that this puts theo in.          he doesn’t feel like he has so much WEIGHT on his shoulders like this.         his head raises and lowers once after her question to confirm it.        yes,    he’s worried about val.         a huff of air leaves his snout and a paw lifts to rest against her before pulling it back to himself as a way to say,        “   SHE’S HUMAN.   ”        his head nods down to himself again.          “   it doesn’t matter how much she’s accepted it.          don’t you think she’d be weird if there was just a wolf hanging out in her apartment?   ”         his body slumps slightly as she tells him he’d have to be careful,     a whine leaving his lips that complains.         but the way he stares up at her from his downturned head shows a subtle SUBMISSION to tell her that,     fine,     he will be careful.         theo quickly perks up again and his head nods up and down quickly,      a happier little yip coming from his mouth to say YES,     he wants her to talk to val.         though,     as she continues,      his head begins to tilt back and forth.         “   no,     but it’s SOMETHING,   ”     he signals.         being in the wild and being in a home are different.         however,     being a WOLF is all that matters to him at the end of the day.        his body tenses in a more PLAYFUL manner at her quiet words.          theo rises on all fours and glances up to her,     a CHALLENGE behind his eyes as he waltzes past her to head toward the woods,     as if to say,     “   only one way to find out.   ”

❝    they should.         it was big and it’s not something that can or should be forgotten.         they made too much scientific progress for it to just END when they did,    ❞    he scoffs.        despite wanting to keep this information based to stop an argument from brewing between the two of them,      he can’t help but share his opinion on that.         the dread doctors ruined a lot of people    —–    mason being one of the ones who is traumatized because of them,     but theo thinks that is just a price to be paid here.         people SHOULD feel it.         it means they won’t forget it.      (   it means everything that happened isn’t a WASTE.   )         ❝    you can.        you just don’t WANT to.        i get that,     mason.          that’s part of what makes me glad i went with them so they never wiped my memory,     ❞     he scoffs.         ❝    but that’s why we have to figure out if these are actually memories or not.          that could tell us a lot about the things they did    —–    if wiping people’s memories was only temporary.        focus on that.         focus on what we could figure out through all of this.    ❞        he’s INTERESTED.         it’s important for him to know everything about the dread doctors.         eyes glance around and he nods once,     immediately turning to begin walking.         ❝    then we better head there.        NOW,    ❞    he insists.

❝    do you?        if it’s just your hands,      you don’t get anything out of it.         at least,      not in same way you get it when you get blood in your mouth.        it keeps you STRONG.         it keeps you alive,    ❞     he reminds.         they have nothing to be ashamed of for killing.        it is in their nature to do so.          no matter how horrific that is,      it is SURVIVAL.         ❝    you can.        i promise you that you can,    ❞     he insists.         ❝    you want to LIVE,       don’t you?         it will be about saving your life.        OUR lives.         people will do a lot of things they think they can’t in order to survive and you will do that to.        so don’t worry about not being capable.          when it comes down to it,       you will be able to.     ❞         theo just needs to make sure to twist EVERYTHING as for their survival.         shoulders shrug and he nods.        ❝    we’re close NOW.       but it happened only a few days after i brought her back,    ❞    he informs.        ❝    she was practically a zombie,     you know.        wouldn’t talk,    couldn’t feed herself,     couldn’t bathe herself,     couldn’t do ANYTHING.         so i took care of her.         i guess the kanima in her liked that and it chose me as her master.         she got better after that.         i helped her and that bonded us.         get some kind of bond with hayden too and the rest should fall into place naturally.    ❞

❝       then    don’t          .       ❞        you   know   what   she   means        .        you    remember   a   time   when    you    only   used   to   care   about   other   people’s   opinions       (      sometimes        ,       you   still   do       )          .         it   used   to    set   you    on   fire        .       NO   MORE        .         your    self    worth    is    much   more   important   to    you   now        .       that’s   how  it’s   supposed   to   be         ,       you   tell   yourself             .      ❝       define    yourself    by   yourself        .        people   shouldn’t   have   a   right    to   do   that        .       ❞         

your parents have set such high expectations for you,     ones that you’ve already broken     (     and because of that,      they intend to fix it.       clean up the picture,     paint you as the perfect,  innocent daughter who has never found herself in any trouble.    )      you were never a BAD KID,      you were just a girl with a heart too big for your body,       too scared to step on anyone’s toes,       always insisting on pleasing everyone.       you never knew that that was exactly how you and everyone around you would get themselves burnt.       you were a coward when you refused to stick up for brandon,     despite knowing he deserves it more than anyone   ——-    yet your friends,     you were scared of them.      they were intimidating,     already having set expectations for you to AGREE with everything they said.      maybe if you could have been better for him,     he and all those friends would still be alive.      no one would have thought of brandon as a monster     (     and no one would have painted him that way,     either.     )

instead,     you’re left with the baggage of daisy,      the girl that brandon james loved.        what people don’t know:      daisy is you.       what people don’t know:       daisy is a mother.       what people don’t know:       you don’t have a say in who you are to the public.      you are only margaret anderson,     a sweet girl who was too hurt by the death of all her friends and had to leave down for a few months    ———     that’s the mask your parents wish you wear.       but underneath it all,     you’re still DAISY,     mother of brandon james’s child      (     oh,     you beg and you beg and you beg yourself to come clean,     to never let that child grow up with the assumption that you didn’t love them despite never knowing them.    )

❛       you’ve got nothing to   worry about.      you’re tiny but you’re mighty.   ❜             noah’s said it  ,    (  in different words   )     now she echoes in own phrasing.     another indicator proving said honey haired boy’s suspicions surrounding his best friend.      but strength doesn’t match his / her’s height    ——     ,      while masked ,    clear memories of assaliant were of someone tall.      TALL AND STRONG!       unless like in spencer’s horrific theories that two monsters walk among them.     not a whole team perhaps  ,    but  two mysteries were still left unsolved.      someone has to dissect    —–       ,   even if it ends in a blood bath!      (   out of experience  ,  they seem to be nearing such a point and soon.   )       ❛      that’s what i need to figure out.     everything’s all   ——-   ,   tangled and i need to   uknot it  all.        ❜         hands move about showcasing frustration  ,   as well as how distorted by the killer she’s becoming.     so desperate for answers she’s eating out of the palm of their hand.   a mental game of tug-of-war.      NIGHTMARES GIVE HINTS ,  BUT NO ANSWER!      flashes of blood  ,    dancing ghost girls and a huanting mask.    ❛     it’s too late!     my mind is already at that place.      piper was right under our noses!      it  —–   it could really be anybody this time.      i need answers , audrey.       ❜    rotten apples  ,    ali always said the hastings had the worst apples.       if correlated with anything    ….       a hastings is strong  ,     violent  ,     a hastings definining traits intelligence.       ❛      it’s why i’m flaking school.     i was going to track melissa’s real whereabouts.     i need to see this for myself.         ❜        it was either a trap    ——-    ,   or something else tragic was soon to happen.  

 ❛   you  that  pussy - whipped,  huh?   ❜         you’re  one  to  talk,  milkovich.  reminder  is  brushed  aside,  amused  tilt  to  dark  eyebrows.        ❛   damn.  good  luck  with  that,  gallagher,  seems  you  gonna  need  it.  who’s  th’  girl?   ❜

❝   if you knew her,     you’d get it.     ❞       or likely,    he wouldn’t,    because you get too wrapped up in the fantasies in your own head,     can’t ever find a way to pull yourself back down to the ground for safety.      you put too much into the things and the people who don’t care enough in return,     and yet you keep letting yourself pour anyway because you convince yourself they deserve it.          ❝    she’s my dream girl.      everything i could ever want.   ❞          rather,      you saw her smile once and that was enough for you to fall in too deep.        ❝    name’s dominique.     even her name is hot.   ❞         smirk tugs at lips before you offer a shrug of your shoulders.       ❝    her dad’s a cop though.      thinks i’m bad for her or whatever.    ❞     

it hurts more than he’d like to admit    —–    that his brother doesn’t want him around.        but he doesn’t let it show,     smirking through his clenched jaw and letting out a huff of air.        ❝    nah,    ❞     he shrugs.        ❝    your frat throws the best parties.         besides,     i have FRIENDS here.    ❞        he’s using the term    ‘   friend   ’     loosely.         josh doesn’t have any REAL friends.          they’re just people to get high with who wouldn’t really be there at the end of the day.          he prefers it that way.        he doesn’t like when people get TOO CLOSE.           ❝    i’m staying. get used to it.         do people even KNOW we’re brothers?           i don’t brag about it and i’m gonna guess that you don’t either.    ❞

      “every damn day since we got down here.” since before that, really. his last days on the ark had been nothing more than a living death, one step closer to eighteen and becoming space junk. on earth, though… every day is survival. “why the existential crisis now, though?”

he keeps telling himself that there was no choice in the things they’ve had to do.    kill or be killed,    that’s always what they’re left with.      he couldn’t live with himself if there was a choice;       if there was a better option and they didn’t take it,     or if there was a way to save everyone but they chose only themselves.      deep down,    part of him knows there’s more to it than that.     part of him knows that the things they’ve done weren’t all inevitable.      they DO have a choice,     but he can’t admit it to himself just yet.      ❝   guess that’s where it started,    right?     that we made it here at all?   ❞        he has always been an optimist,     but the earth keeps TESTING that.