Vampires, Prophets, and Kings - Murder

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YOU KNOW WHICH STARS BELONG,

✿ LOVEFOOL ROUX-BRANNON ✿
noun
⑊ the coward in wolf's clothing. ⑊ the plea to match that which has come before. ⑊ the regret of that which has come to past, and that which will come later. ⑊ the truth that you will never be ready, no matter how hard you try.

Disgust. It was all that Lovefool felt as he approached the border that day, only to be greeted by the sight of Xhocoatl attempting to eat someone whole. The hybrid near immediately recoiled, his words accompanied by a flash of fangs as he spoke, "That's disgusting. It's only made worse by how delighted you seem with yourself." Love made no attempt to disguise his distaste for the other, taking a step back and shaking his head from side to side. He didn't care if the victim had been a Coalition trespasser, murder was a last resort in the beta's opinion.

He knew that his mom had killed before, but she had done so in the pursuit of what was right. In making sure that those she loved were safe. The trespasser easily could've just been scared off, rather than killed just for the sake of senseless violence. A soft gag left Lovefool's throat as he turned his face away, about ready to just go back home and coop himself up inside. His love – ironically – for The Typhoon had been fading more and more lately, despite his best efforts. He barely went out anymore, and to only emerge to see this... it was only cementing his displeasure further.

YOU WEAR THEM ON YOUR FACE