12-05-2018, 11:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-05-2018, 11:41 PM by aphrodesiac.)
// takes place after the noitapiiri joining thread which isn't finished yet so I've left it ambiguous whether or not Rho's wounds were tended to. Feel free to respond before the other pack members.
Her wounds were not fully healed yet, and each flick or twist of her torn eae sent a cacophony of white-hot pain slithering down her nerves. The dull, pulsing throb was distracting at best, and a beat that helped sever her thoughts from the missing half of her pack. Try as she might, though, they were like a fever in the tender furrows of her thoughts.
An unwitting, heavy jaw parted to taste cold air, full, wicked tusks on display as a pink tongue lolled lazily from heated lips.
The hardest part was settling in. It always was.
The boardwalk, as sturdy as it was, like a spine beneath flesh, groaned it's dissent beneath her weight. She was walking aimlessly, mind wandering. A gutter, it always was.
'Where is our den?' An inquiry sent through the pack's mind link. An interframe of woven thought. She was all too eager to figure out where was what just so they could focus on what to do next, and the elephant in the room; heir belated pack members, whom had yet to return.
[member=2985]ASTERIA[/member] [member=2964]TAO[/member] [member=2982]paxton![/member]
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Her wounds were not fully healed yet, and each flick or twist of her torn eae sent a cacophony of white-hot pain slithering down her nerves. The dull, pulsing throb was distracting at best, and a beat that helped sever her thoughts from the missing half of her pack. Try as she might, though, they were like a fever in the tender furrows of her thoughts.
An unwitting, heavy jaw parted to taste cold air, full, wicked tusks on display as a pink tongue lolled lazily from heated lips.
The hardest part was settling in. It always was.
The boardwalk, as sturdy as it was, like a spine beneath flesh, groaned it's dissent beneath her weight. She was walking aimlessly, mind wandering. A gutter, it always was.
'Where is our den?' An inquiry sent through the pack's mind link. An interframe of woven thought. She was all too eager to figure out where was what just so they could focus on what to do next, and the elephant in the room; heir belated pack members, whom had yet to return.
[member=2985]ASTERIA[/member] [member=2964]TAO[/member] [member=2982]paxton![/member]
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YOU GOTTA RUN LIKE A DEVIL
FROM A FLOCK OF ANGELS
aphrodesiac noitapiiri . sunhaven . tags
FROM A FLOCK OF ANGELS
aphrodesiac noitapiiri . sunhaven . tags