If you'd care to explain that one, that'd be really sweet of you

I use he/him. Thanks for the ask!

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“STOP IT, STOP IT! LET GOOOO, -PLEASE-”

a billowing wisp of smoke—is it?the shroud of the night masks him; the traveler stops at the stump of a tree, whispering voices cascading to and fro his eardrums—is he crazy? blue hues would catch a streak of violet before him, though upon second glance, it would vanish. perhaps he had lost more blood than he had thought; palm pulling from his side, he glances down towards the stab wound—blood sparkled in the dark, the crimson beautiful in the moonlight.there’s another rustle resonating from the trees past the overlook. the traveller doesn’t look; perhaps it’s just his paranoia rushing to his mind, plaguing it with thoughts of death and capture. besides, this isn’t his first murder—though it’s the first he’s walked away from with an injury; one distracted glance from his victim, an ample chance for them to impale his side.he curses his faultiness as he hunches over from his seat, brows furrowing together as he attempts to mentally subside the pain—there’s that rustle again.but it’s closer, and it isn’t until a low, rumbling chuckle falls upon the murderer’s ears that he glances up, words hitching in his throat.the stories were true.death stood before him in the form of a wolf; rather, a wolf’s head with a trail of smoke behind him. stories of this being were spread around the murderer’s town: kindred, his name, though where was the lamb?the murderer didn’t have time to question it, the wolf’s eyes piercing at his soul. at this angle, the wolf almost looked fluffy, though it was far from having a cuddly appearance: a long snout is followed by sharp, dark teeth - ones that are accentuated with the same cyan glow as his eye sockets.his death was delivered by the jaw’s of a wolf, one met with a series of protesting yells—though ease, for kindred was adept in their skill.

“OOF-”