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I AM NOT A GOOD THING
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Malkyn doesn't think she can ever go back to before, as much as wants to, as much as she desperately wants to erase the past few years of trauma and fear from her mind, she can't. The Darkness was much a part of her as she was it, Roy and his trauma were just as much a part of her growth as Talia was. She was different, and it would be weird not.. having that buzz of aggression, and white hot rage, in the back of her head. It would be weird not to feel the mounting urge to slaughter another pack, stealing their Darkness for her own.
It curls twisted fingers around her throat, breaking her down until she's practically drooling at the opportunity, hungry for the rush of pure power, hungry for the feeling of being on top, of being stronger, faster than other hounds. A high that'll end up getting her killed one day. The hellhound happens to be relatively close to where Anima's set up shop, the smell of smoke and something.. kind of gross getting her attention (cooked chicken, she's come to find out). What causes her pause in her approach is the singing, and abrupt 'ah shit' interrupting the ballad.
She hesitates on approaching, if only because it seemed.. nostalgic. And although she could be nostalgic, she doesn't wish to intrude on anything that could come off as a private moment. After a few moments, it seems Anima's stopped singing and the hellhound approaches on tired paws, her legs straining slightly with the dip in control of her legs, settling down rather hard against the mud. "Any particular reason you chose to cook it?" Malkyn hums, choosing rather to touch on the food and not the song.
It curls twisted fingers around her throat, breaking her down until she's practically drooling at the opportunity, hungry for the rush of pure power, hungry for the feeling of being on top, of being stronger, faster than other hounds. A high that'll end up getting her killed one day. The hellhound happens to be relatively close to where Anima's set up shop, the smell of smoke and something.. kind of gross getting her attention (cooked chicken, she's come to find out). What causes her pause in her approach is the singing, and abrupt 'ah shit' interrupting the ballad.
She hesitates on approaching, if only because it seemed.. nostalgic. And although she could be nostalgic, she doesn't wish to intrude on anything that could come off as a private moment. After a few moments, it seems Anima's stopped singing and the hellhound approaches on tired paws, her legs straining slightly with the dip in control of her legs, settling down rather hard against the mud. "Any particular reason you chose to cook it?" Malkyn hums, choosing rather to touch on the food and not the song.
MALKYN RHODES — ALPHA HELLHOUND — TANGLEWOOD CHASER — TAGS
& YOU'RE ALL BRONZE AND BITE, ALL VENOM AND FISTFIGHT. YOU'RE THE DAWN THAT RISES BLOODY AND WRECKS SHIPS IN ITS WAKE, BUT YOU'RE A SIREN TOO, SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE ACHING HEART OF YOU. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]