#duskwolf

Oc design commission for Twitter 😊

Rivienne isn’t worried about freezing, underneath her skin runs the warmth of Azeyma.

"Somehow we need to persuade him to part with a million dollars." She makes it sound so easy, asking an investor to drop that kind of cash into the rink to fit it for upgrades and make it Olympic level. “That’s just to upgrade the physical rink and boards, not counting the rest of the building.” She looks stressed and Jacob was the first person near when her explosion happened. It seems to come to a realization for her. “Why am I telling you all of this?”

              There was a glint in his eye, one that had scared scores of men, supernatural and human alike, and Klaus was curious to see how his daughter’s chosen beau measured up. He had no reason to worry, because despite his protectiveness over Hope, she had always been the sort of precocious child to do whatever she wished, even when she was forbidden. A trait inherited from her mother, he assumed. Still, he felt it well within his fatherly duties to make sure that this wolf understood there was nowhere on the planet he could hide where Klaus would not be able to find him if he hurt Hope. “Tell me, John, what exactly are your intentions for my daughter?”

“LOOK  WHAT  THE  CAT  DRAGGED  IN,”  ro  said  in  lieu  of  a  proper  greeting,  glancing  over  her  cousin’s  shoulder  . . .  only  to  look  almost  crestfallen  when  she  realized  jacob  was  alone.  “or  didn’t  drag  in.  where’s  lu?”

The coyote had backed up, staring the other down. Had he been a wolf? It hadn’t been like others she knew and she was hesitant. She’d have been hesitant, anyway, though. You couldn’t always trust thought you met in the woods. Her ears pinned for a moment, staring him down.

There’s an attempt to pull herself up- but her head drops back into the sand, exhausted, and she snorts black embers, narrowing that green eye at him.