#timidfelidae

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   After some pause, he tells her, “Beats me, kiddo.”    But he has the tone of someone who knows. Wise when he’d rather not be. He watches as five dozen men perform five dozen post-race diagnostics on the Yonder. They tear her down and build her up just as quickly and the news is always the same. Hydraulics, turbines, engines, wings. An anomaly here and a misreading there. We’re not sure what happened, they say, but it’s time to put her to rest.    And he won’t. He can’t. Wes has a role to fill for the circuit. He needs to rank where he’s told, blow it when the bets are placed. Wild Zephyr only wins when the narrative allows.

Kana gritando ao longe: "BOTA VERGONHA NESSA TUA CARA E COMPRA UMA CUECA NOVA, LAZARENTO"

A irritação foi tanta que a criatura veio pra esse blog responder pessoalmente: “Hunf!” Bufou imediatamente. Sério que ele vai querer brigar justo aqui? “NÃO. COMEÇA. sua PRAGA...! Até porquê se tu não gosta, é só olhar pro outro lado! Ou vai me dizer que gostou da vista?” Cínico. “Mas vou logo avisando que a patroa é mais braba que eu.”

Mas não vai demorar muito para uma outra criatura chegar na voadora: “Sai daquê, imundo, volta pro teu setor e deixa ela!”

“I hope you stay around... For GOOD.”

She really didn’t need this tonight. Any night, really. If there’s really some powerful being controlling whatever happens in everyone’s life, this being was certainly a dick. Thanks to this asshole, she felt for the first time the damage magic could cause, and boy it was not ordinary. Even after the burns healed, she could still feel the burning sensation on her skin, similar to the pain of her eye markings. Almost immediately, the hybrid returned the glare, letting a deep, silent sigh as one hand went to the handle of her sword while the other rubbed one of her temples. “Living. The streets aren’t yours for you to control who wanders around it and who doesn’t.” Nice one there, you hypocrite.

“Just like before, I’m not looking for any trouble… so leave me alone.”

Sure, he didn’t forget what happened between them, and more than a lacerated body, that female left a pride filled with wounds. For a bounty hunter with no actual remorse of his actions and actually proud of his little and precious reputation, that was more than an excuse to hate someone. What a shame nobody was offering anything for that little girls’ head wasn’t it? --- Right, I get it...! Spare me your rhetoric. ---  He made a pause to sigh deeply, though the menace didn’t fade from his glare. He could notice the feline reaching for that damn sword again, even so, he didn't flinch. Or at least, tried to show no sign of hesitation. --- Look I don’t give two fucks ‘bout where you’ve been or where you go, darling... But this is kinda my territory, so you’re probably gonna see me here more than you'd like to... --- That may or may not be true, since he could simply change from place to place to search for new jobs and/or victims.