#krypahem

           bandaids have been a fashion accessory for her this week,                     covering minor cuts & scrapes she got from a combination        of dance practice and simple, every day clumsiness. Which is why,           after colliding with someone who is far bigger than she is, it comes               as no surprise to gain even more scratches.                     ( did she just run into a tower ? jesus. & there goes her                                       skateboard. off into the road. fuck. )

            a quick collapse of speech, only a simple glance to the faux of the STRANGER (  sick irises,  rust skin,  advanced lack of sleep.  ) is enough to denote at least a MINIMAL warning.  — yet he is not treatening.

      o’, she FUMES; RABID

     like a [ WOLF, ] canine-like fangs GNASHING against stilled air; pretty features      turn ( TWISTED, ) alabaster glistening from behind ichor stained lips   that   had      RIPPED into human flesh

                                                     ------ much like HIS OWN.