11-13-2019, 08:18 PM
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/tw: gore in paragraph 3
Rin had been keeping as close a watch on the borders as she could by herself. Unguarded borders led to dead clan members, and truthfully? She was half expecting Tanglewood to appear at the border and announce that their medic had died, and blame her for not saving him. It wouldn't have been the first time another group had done so, and it was true anyways. She hadn't saved him, all because of a stupid shapeshifting mishap.
Seeing a figure from afar at the border, she approached at a quick pace. From what she could detect of their scent, they didn't smell like Tanglewood, the Typhoon, or the Pitt. As she grew closer, she could distinguish a particular scent, but not who it belonged to. Was there another start-up forming?
His words hit her at the same time that she saw his missing leg- jaws tearing at flesh, breath bursting with flame, burning, bloody, impalement- impalement- BRANCH THROUGH THE TRACHEA, VISCERA DRIPPING DOWN- Her claws unsheathed, stained with blood that only she could see. He'd broken. They came for her, blaming her. He apologized- liar, liar, MURDERER, TRAITOR- all of it on her soul, all of it judged upon her.
What do you have to say for yourself?
"You know," Rin snarled as she stalked over, "the last time I gave someone like you a second chance, he took every chance he got to make me regret it." To this day, it had followed her. Under a certain lighting, her eyes were just the wrong shade of green- the same shade as his. With that image in her mind, she would never forget what one mistake had caused.
Baring her teeth, she hissed, "So tell me- why should I believe that you're any different?" It took all of her willpower not to draw an arrow from her quiver- much as she would have liked to strike Roman down right now, he wasn't posing an immediate threat to Elysium, and the scent that replaced the Pitt probably meant he had a new home. Even in her state, she knew better than to start another war.
/tw: gore in paragraph 3
Rin had been keeping as close a watch on the borders as she could by herself. Unguarded borders led to dead clan members, and truthfully? She was half expecting Tanglewood to appear at the border and announce that their medic had died, and blame her for not saving him. It wouldn't have been the first time another group had done so, and it was true anyways. She hadn't saved him, all because of a stupid shapeshifting mishap.
Seeing a figure from afar at the border, she approached at a quick pace. From what she could detect of their scent, they didn't smell like Tanglewood, the Typhoon, or the Pitt. As she grew closer, she could distinguish a particular scent, but not who it belonged to. Was there another start-up forming?
His words hit her at the same time that she saw his missing leg- jaws tearing at flesh, breath bursting with flame, burning, bloody, impalement- impalement- BRANCH THROUGH THE TRACHEA, VISCERA DRIPPING DOWN- Her claws unsheathed, stained with blood that only she could see. He'd broken. They came for her, blaming her. He apologized- liar, liar, MURDERER, TRAITOR- all of it on her soul, all of it judged upon her.
What do you have to say for yourself?
"You know," Rin snarled as she stalked over, "the last time I gave someone like you a second chance, he took every chance he got to make me regret it." To this day, it had followed her. Under a certain lighting, her eyes were just the wrong shade of green- the same shade as his. With that image in her mind, she would never forget what one mistake had caused.
Baring her teeth, she hissed, "So tell me- why should I believe that you're any different?" It took all of her willpower not to draw an arrow from her quiver- much as she would have liked to strike Roman down right now, he wasn't posing an immediate threat to Elysium, and the scent that replaced the Pitt probably meant he had a new home. Even in her state, she knew better than to start another war.
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