#bloodedhunter

it’s that time again! you guys know the drill! for new followers/rp partners : this isn’t a call out. this is me making sure i have the most up to date list of baz’s active threads.  mentions below the cut so tumblr properly notifies people.

as always send an ask if you have an questions regarding threads not listed or thread you need/want to drop! ^_^ also lack of response to this post (after one week) regarding threads that have gone unanswered more one month or longer will be archived!

BAZ’S THREAD TRACKER 

thanks my sweetlings!

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She didn’t know what was wrong with him. Moby had never seen Yin’ tekai sick before, not even tired. Seeing him like this worried her. Immediately, Moby was knelt down beside him with a hand over his back.

Even with his arm curling around her, her muscles remained tense. Guilt riddled her. Not to deny that bedding him had been amazing, especially as far as extra-terrestrials like herself were concerned, but no matter how hard she tried to resort to old habits, her thoughts lingered on what he must have been thinking. How could he possibly find her attractive?

Where his skin was moist scales and toughened scars, hers was soft. Fragile by comparison. And she was small and nimble, even while she lay straddled over his waist with his muzzle tucked beneath her chin as he curled an arm around her back. She imagined the females of his species were everything she wasn’t in her natural shape. It wounded her pride.

Moby tilted back, pink lips brushing over the short snout above his teeth. She only wished she could kiss him. If she was honest, the rest of him wasn’t so bad and she even admired the gradient of colors that dotted his skin, the different patterns to be observed. 

❝ I’ll die here. ❞ Comment spoken out of honest fact. She was certain that her life had been lengthened significantly with being in Scar’s presence. If it hadn’t been for him, she would have died in those woods surrounded by the horde he had taken out, and it had seemed so long ago. Now that she’d come to rely on him, she felt at a loss at the idea of having to say good bye should he have to leave. ❝ Do you have to leave? ❞

get rough // accepting // @bloodedhunter

[ press ] to roughly push my muse against the wall.

Air escaped her lungs with a ragged gasp as her back made impact with the wall. The sheer strength this alien visitor used against her hadn’t been a surprise -- for she assumed from his attire that he was birthed from a warring species -- but Lisa hadn’t expected such a reaction from him when she’d taken out the cunt that had aligned herself with those that had attempted to kill her husband.

Since the fall of her husband’s people, Lisa had taken it upon her self to find him, to rescue him from Rick’s prison cells, and if shooting someone in the head that had challenged her then so be it.

Even if it did piss off her alien companion that was escorting her through what remained of the once civilized world. Or if that was even the reason why he pushed her -- hell, she could never be completely sure and she was always working mostly with assumptions when it came to her mostly non verbal traveling companion.

Once Lisa found the ability to breath once more, she stared up at the towering creature. Blue eyes still remained dark, mind very aware of where she had dropped the pistol.