#hellfabled

     “   look ,   dude ,   i   had   somethin’   pink   with   seven   espresso   shots   at   starbucks :   i   DON’T   care   who   took’cher   horns ,   just   know   i’m   in   to   catch   whoever   did   you   that   badly .   i   really ,   truuuly   hope   it   was   jack   black ,   though .   ”      that’d   be   neat .

 fingers  pressed  into  the  fine  italian  leather  of  his  jacket,  matching  riding  boots  clicking  softly  on  nighttime  pavement  in  the  dark.  he  dodged  the  streetlights  overhead,  gaze  fixated  on  this  big  red...  thing.  this  EYESORE  that  was  sure  to  draw  attention.      ❝   oh good  lord.  vampires  i  can  deal  with,  even  the  mindless  undead.  but  what  the  HELL  are  you  supposed  to  be?   ❞    

ITCHY. always itchy. fabric & leather chafe, fins aching something fierce. no reason to pretend. red doesn’t care, never cared. his tank is being cleaned. bprd grunts keep giving him weird looks & it  I T C H E S  much as the fabric. so it ends up with him on hb’s bed, grimacing at the kittens rubbing close. this is bad for the filters. cat hair is the worst.

“ H E Y ! did liz take back her books? ”

          [ i have a few new photos ]  they signed, opening the photo album, and pointing a bitten down nailed finger to a black an white photo taken at night, an inhuman white creature being the center focus. [ skinwalker ]