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When did we go from loving friend and father to wrathful judge?
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❝ bit of an exaggeration, inn'it--- ? ❞ golden hues shift, roll with pitched theatrics ;; lip curling slightly as a sardonic smirk breaks his canvas. he hadn’t been gone THAT long. ( ---- okay, so maybe more months had slipped away than he’d originally thought, during his time in Pandora. ; but, in his defense, it did pass differently there. slower. & Kali had needs. ) ;;; a weekend fling had turned into quite a noticeable absence. whoops --- ?
❝ ‘sides, i’m here now. what did i miss --- ? ❞
&& ‘ @notwrath ‘ || case: came to the safe house!!
“ I’m guessing you won’t believe me if I said you had the wrong p-person? “
@notwrath
“yeah— i’d prefer if you didn’t sneak up on me like a fucking ghost. for your sake— i’m dangerous when i’m surprised.”
| ♒ | @notwrath
❝No… But I wonder, do you want me to finish you off?❞
❝Considering I’ve already gone ONCE, I doubt you could make it more interesting a second time.❞
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‘ Hey, pretty boy! Stop GAWKIN’ and give me a hand—— ’
@notwrath. ( ❤ )
[ a starter from this super old post for @notwrath ]
She’s bleeding out. A werewolf almost got the better of her, sinking claws deep into her flesh. It was no easy task to kill it, and not without its cost. Now, Eileen found herself propped up against the wall of the barn where it had been hiding out, and she’s lost too much blood to stand, or keep her eyes open for that matter. They’re closed as she focuses on breathing, on staying alive. It’s not until fingers touch to her forehead, and a burning spreads through her that her eyes shoot open.
Healed. She’s healed, and a man is watching her, crouched next to the hunter.
“Who are you?”
