#verse:unknown

「♠ ⸥ ⎯ They didn't know. They didn't recognize him. Didn't recognize the wolf trotting among the sheep, the path of bloody paw prints he left behind. Bertholdt pulled the hood of his cloak closer, trying to keep his face hidden and look like an ordinary citizen —a redundant action, though; his height still made him stand apart in a crowd.

'Why did I volunteer for this?' he questioned his sanity, since with each passing second, he could imagine the imaginary rope around his neck tightening a little. Sweat clung to his hands, and his throat was dry; each swallow felt like tiny razors prickling his gullet. 'Next time—'

The warrior’s heart stopped as his green eyes locked with a familiar face. Suddenly, he heard a sharp snap and felt his own neck break.

Oh, that’s how that happened.

Hands resting on her thighs as she continued to lean over and stare at the strange man Alena raised a brow, making no movement to try and help the stubborn fool anytime soon.

“Billy…” A high pitched voice whined into the phone. It almost resembled the soft crying of a young girl. “BILLY!” It screamed back only a second later, significantly lower in pitch. From the volume, it was heard- doubly. Through the rotary phone and… from behind. Whether or not the masked man picked up on this was a different story.Nestled between rocks and planks of wood, sat a man shrouded in darkness. He appeared to be wearing a black turtleneck and light blue jeans. His eyes, dark and pale green, darted around excitedly. One hand was resting on the ground, packing the snow underneath it. The other hand was wrapped firmly around a teal handset.The unknown caller gurgled and snorted, throwing around obscene words.

⎯  × ⎯    ❝ Sorry kid, this isn’t the K- ❞  Frank began to reply in a bored manner before he stopped himself, this wasn’t the voice of a little child, it was something else. This was no ordinary phone call. Perhaps something dangerous? Exciting. Something deadly? Even better. Yet his survival instinct kicked in and a shudder ran down his spine, someone was nearby watching him.

“ Hey !! “ The young male shouted in surprise as someone ran right into him and knocked him to the ground. “What the..” he whispered quietly and stood up, ignoring the sharp pain in the palm of his hands.

♙: Getting a nude pic of your muse that was meant for someone else

@ask-ardor

This was supposed to be easy, or at least the easy part of the whole ordeal, yet a slight tremble manifested itself in Frank’s fingers and no matter what he did his Hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Was he scared or excited? He couldn’t say for sure, nevertheless, he kept moving forward, ignoring the looks that were thrown towards his way. 

Frank Morrison, the greenhorn, they had called him when he had arrived at the meeting, his intentions had been joining them and they still were, yet the other looked at him with so much disdain in their eyes as if they didn’t believe him, as if he was nothing cannon fooder for them. He would prove them wrong.