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“well?” miche challenges, “you’ve come over here, you’ve got a look in your eye that is almost... determined. what is it you want?” can’t a wolf moon-bathe in peace? these days, it didn’t seem to be the case. miche takes a drag off his cigarette and sighs through his nose.
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The vampire, still lacking a limb from her own battle a month prior, looked at the man before her significantly. “I know. Witchers are vile things, humans are vile things -- I did not lose this,” she lifted up the slowly regenerating stump of her left arm, “by accident. A contract on my head and a witcher’s morals put me here.”
Her eyes flickered down at the overwhelming scent of blood, scanning his body to account for what wounds they had inflicted upon him. She could smell the oil that was burning the exposed flesh and winced -- blade oils were something no labelled ‘monster’ ever wished to experience. It was part of the reason why her own severed limb was refusing to regenerate the way it should have.
Losing everything had changed her. In her youth she would rarely associate with other vampires, never mind other species; later in life, she took her place in the upper class of her homeland and drank wine while humans would flit around her like adoring birds. Now? She had little desire to turn her back on someone who was in the same position as she.
Orianna took a step closer, frowning at the lacerations covering his body. “I know little of werewolves and you are bleeding. Heavily. What can I do?”
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❛ And then he spread the rumor that I have ticks! Can you believe it?! ❜ Callum got quite excited over the topic as he took another sip from his drink. He would’ve punched the guy who spread said rumor if he hadn’t been so... stunned. With a huff, he turned around, grabbed a bottle and filled Vincent’s glass once again. ❛ Ticks! Me! Unbelievable! ❜
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At times their love felt so misplaced and displaced, a feeling that she could hardly find the words to express. Though she didn’t care much for lack of expression as she had no doubts that he felt it at times too. It led to questioning and arguments. He was something, a man who’s lived easily 19 lives over in his own and she was something else, a woman who’s supposed to be dead four times over. Yet they’re both alive and walking and talking and together.
It wasn’t hard to understand that it was both the knife and the gauze of their relationship. And she typically was the former. Though that didn’t stop him from burying her in him.
Fingers interlocked with his and her forehead resting against his chest, she wasn’t letting him go. “I didn’t mean it.”
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an exasperated sigh eventually broke his silence. eyes rolled ever so slightly as arms crossed over his chest. someone should really teach him the meaning of the phrase, respect your elders. “ i came here to get away from my old man, not get a new one, alright? ” every word that came out of vincent’s mouth resembled a god damn lecture, and the boys patience continued to dwindle because of it. “ you’re supposed to be like the cool uncle! can we at least go hunting or something? i’m going stir-crazy. ” // @varcolacui
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Under the shadowy cover of the shaded forest, she watches IT. To her, these THINGS aren’t people. To her, they are nothing but LOWLY BEASTS attempting to masquarde as passable humans. Why should she apply personage to this beast? this horrible MONSTER that stalks the night. All she cared for was the GLORY of it all: the thrill of erasing another killer from this world. This one, was of her particular interest: it was, from what she heard, a VERY old wolf. How wonderful it would be to have his HEAD hanging up in her trophy room; to wear his pelt as a fur coat! She recedes deeper into the shadows, those SERPENT eyes watching him with the attention of a cat on it’s prey.
the fear was rational. it didn’t matter how hard he tried to hide it, he knew that the beast could smell it. cal had lost count of the amount of times those teeth had ripped him to shreds, lost count of how many times those claws had torn through his skin. anyone else would have ran, but the hunter remained, too stubborn for his own good. fingers tightened around the knife, but only in self-defense. previous experiences had taught him that challenging the man-beast would result in failure, so instead he kept a respectable distance. “ let’s just --- stay calm and talk about this, alright? ” saying that out loud felt too foreign. usually those words were aimed at him, and not others. as a sign of good faith the hunter sheathed his blade. “ c’mon vince, you know i don’t speak dog. ” // @varcolacui // origin
