Jul 31, 2017
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BASTARD, ORPHAN, SON OF A WHORE
MY MOTHER WAS NO WHORE.
...i think. i never met her.
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@longsilvcr replied to your post:
BASTARD, ORPHAN, SON OF A WHORE
MY MOTHER WAS NO WHORE.
...i think. i never met her.
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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!
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“siddown, kid. you ain’t gotta steal t’night.”
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“What the fuck did you think was going to happen?”
The humans grow in numbers it seems. He isn’t bothered by them, as long as they do not meddle with his pack. In fact he is often CURIOUS. He sniffs about the villages, watches as they begin to create their strange homes. He has wandered rather close today. He walks by unnoticed for the most part, skirting around any people as best he can. Ears prick forward when he reaches the largest tent, it is near the ruins of an old building long past DESTROYED by the great fires. But it looks as if the humans are going to remake it. The wolf tilts his head, considering returning to the forests, but a scent catches his attention. Inhibitions are forgotten as he trots forward and straight into the tent. It’s one of the human pups, but it is one of those which he feels an intense need to protect, stronger than it had been with the red haired woman, or with the female who had been here long before the others came from the sky.
A bark leaves him as he moves towards the boy, wanting to go forward and paw at him. But FEAR is not something he wants to produce so he stops up short and sits on his haunches, a short whine before he howls. // @longsilvcr
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He was right, but she wasn’t going to allow him to have that small victory. She’d been in a fantastic mood until Dwight had crossed her path and like the snap of a neck at high speed, her mood had gone from happy to shit.
❝ I don’t know what you’re talking about. There’s nothing wrong. ❞
distant do the voices sound in the countless bars and inns surrounding the docks, hollow is the sound of his footsteps upon the cobblestones as he makes his way towards the water once more ( his feet never quite were made to walk upon land, much more natural does his step sound when its sound echoes upon wooden planks above a hollow hull. ) the effects of alcohol, although not unknown to him, are simply unwelcome on a day like this ; a day on which he is feeling homesick for the roll and rise of the waves and the song of seagulls guarding their journey.
soft but frantic is the next sound to reach his ears ; the splashing of the water foreign in the dead of night. almost akin to the sound of a drowning man. it doesn't take him long to find the source of the sound, which cuts like a knife through the silence now that the voices of merry men have lessened. a net, dangling from one of the few fishing boats resting in the harbour barely underneath the water, draws his attention. the movements inside too wild to belong to a fish or any other creature worth hunting. a decision is made in the moment the net moves again and he bends down to cut through the rope and release whatever might lurk inside. @longsilvcr
@longsilvcr ♥’d for a lil lyric-based thingy
today is a good day - anna ternheim
" i still FEEL FINE, i guess, i was LONELY. “