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cauterium replied to your post:

me w/ cain i feel it

We have a pair of confusing children, oh well, that’s fine. I’ll probably figure it out at some point in my own case.

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<Bhriogtha mearbhall>

                The words of young death fell against nothing,                  She should be aware words meant nothing to her.                                   She merely followed orders.                                   Talking hindered the job at hand.                                     Young death, you can’t keep these jaws                                      at bay. They’re set to snap on the prize                                                && drag you under the weight.

❝ You’ve formed opinion.       How nice. ❞

                                          Hands reached from the reflective surface,                                                        grasping its edges to pull the small frame through. 

❝ Frankly, ❞

                                    A momentary pause to look young death                                                in those cold eyes.

❝ I don’t get why they prize you so much.     You’re nothing but trouble.      An  annoyance  you were to me in the building. ❞

⊰✢⊱          ❝If I knew why, I’d tell you, I don’t though so I’m at a loss there. I’m only that monster they won’t let disappear.❞            How unfortunate that the crow won’t let this dragon’s jaws snap upon her so that she may claim sweet victory. This bird will fly free, not within that place she so desires to drag her back to.          ❝Sarcasm? You’re clearly showing your teeth aren’t you...❞           Cold eyes meeting colder ones with clawed digits flexing, she’s waiting for her to pounce if she’s going to try it. She's not disappointing her already knowing that they’ve been around each other long enough. It’s to be expected with how bored she is of their little attempts of murdering her or forcing her back.           What a pair of unfortunate souls born into this world for nothing more than the desires of suit wearing fools in the first place.          ❝Then don’t disappoint me with your attempt this time, no matter what you do I won’t go back.❞

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<THEIR PET>

                A slight lift in tiers at the evident startle                coursing through young death;                               When was the last time she had shown such an                                emotion towards the eldest?                       Ah; How long it had been. 

❝ Yes.         Me. ❞

        Of course the sudden appearance of her in the reflective object         would provoke a startle;                            None but the higher ups knew of her second half.                            Her creator kept it under wraps.

❝I assume you know what seeing me means.     I’m certain you remember from past examples I’ve set. ❞

⊰✢⊱         ❝Again with this? You know I’m not going back, not now or ever.❞           Adrenaline is what could be said is coursing through that cold body of hers, knowing that little death had entered the higher ups major concern list. They wanted her back there and she wanted nowhere near them knowing that her personal hell had ended. Damn that place to actual hell in her opinion with how relentless they were.           The one who broke free is how to title her and the one who will stay free.          ❝I care nothing for your past examples, about as much as I care nothing about your orders to force me back. Is it not obvious what they’d do?❞           She had killed their men and her own creator involving the subject of how she was birthed, only because they got in the way and needed to die. If their pet wanted to drag her back then she won’t let her come out victorious at any rate. Screw the idea of being in hell with them, let her stay free.          ❝If you’re that set on dragging me back even I dare you to try.❞           Oh young death, you’re making a mistake.

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          she awaits little death’s arrival ;                   her freedom to be revoked.                   the sweet taste will now become a after-taste.                            containment of young death was vital  ╾                                 secure the 「 prize 」

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⊰✢⊱         Her waiting was rewarded, the sight of little death entering the bathroom to clean up came soon after. How unfortunate that she didn’t plan on returning no matter how many times her pursuers may try. She cared not for it and planned if necessary to move.         Hadn’t even paid much attention upon finally lifting her head up only to stumble backwards. Frightening her is rare, especially if it’s enough to almost cause her head to fall off from her shoulders.         Their first pet.        ❝... you...❞          How did you get in here?

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Her head hurts, why? Because she had acted out of line and had been faced with the fist of one of the older children. Music could be heard leaving the speakers upon forcing herself to sit up, little death was in pain but staring down at herself as if curious whether or not if they did anything else in her sleep. Probably the usual make sure she wasn’t hurt thing and go from there to her displeasure as this bird cage further became referred to as hell by her tired mind.It hurts.    Children are dragged there, adults don’t care either.       What is she suppose to exist for?          She can’t say.Children shouldn’t be thinking of such things at the age of eight years old, but, it was what she cannot help knowing her existence is growing more and more toward being full of suffering that she wanted to scream. She should be in elementary school and not kept locked up in some fools cage by their own choice. It makes her want to see them suffer, suffer even though she’s not strong enough to cause it for herself. Not yet, she only is wanting things to end without a means to make them stop.There’s got to be a way, isn’t there?Perhaps regardless of the fact she’s not all that certain as to why she’s treated so poorly and like a caged bird. She only is tired of their actions without a means of stopping it since all they have to do is force upon them their first pet and watch as they kneel down. Something she didn’t want to do, so she’s only staring at the floor as if contemplating what to do next.Probably ignore the music as infuriating as this is getting then hope they don’t keep her in here for months, and figure out if there is a means of escaping in the future.

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❛WE ARE MONSTERS.                                       WE MUST BE CONTAINED.❜

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memory meme.

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past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories. 

❥ — a childhood memory ♣ — a fading memory ✂ — a vivid memory ✖ — a repressed memory ✈ — an eye-opening memory ✤ — a memory that involves romance/love ☤ — a memory of death/loss ✍ — a memory of their mother ☽ — a memory of their father ♘ -- a memory of their sibling(s) ✌ — a memory of a relative ↕ — a memory that may or may not have happened ♚ — a memory of something paranormal ✓ — a sexual memory ♬ — a friend/best friend memory

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                ❛    —- my apologies for disturbing you then…   ❜

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⊰✢⊱         ❝Apologies for what? I don’t mind much, more surprised you came up to me.❞

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<Annoying>

baolann

◤ :: ✦ :: ◢ He may only be a half breed but he was able to catch the scent that was lingering off the other, hues drifting over in their direction and squinting. Yes, he’s still having a hard time seeing far distances so which is why he stepped forward a bit towards them.                    “Has anyone ever suggested a nice… body spray to you or not?”

⊰✢⊱          ❝Try using it when you constantly smell like this and tell me how it works out when it mixes into it.❞           Somebody touched a nerve in this hybrid although she is thankfully holding back from violence. For the best to not cause any form of a fight or draw too much unwanted attention. Oh how she despised people who did this.

[hedonist--poet-deactivated20240]

My mind is a very dangerous and destructive place.

Hedonist Poet (via hedonistpoet)

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                 ❛    —- i’m sorry… did you n…need this?   ❜

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⊰✢⊱          ❝... that? Not really, it’s just a rag I used to clean my hands off earlier. I’ll take it anyways.❞

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Any mutuals want a starter? Just like this post and I’ll figure out something.

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⌠✘⌡  ⇉  ⋠  Great, he’s gonna come home to only one roll of paper in each bathroom. “Because I need it?” He says, cocking a brow. Who the hell does’t use toilet paper again? “Are you dead or somethin’?”  ⋡

⊰✢⊱         ❝Not really, I might seem like it, but no.❞ Honest enough, she’s not dead as much as she may smell it and feel cold. Ah well, maybe she should try finding it or helping him attempt find it in that case. If she felt like it then again she had nothing better to do.

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T A I N T E D ♣ C H I L D

✘ ♛ ✘  ○ ○ ○ “Well, you seem fine right now. I mean it’s not splitting open and devouring people right?“

                       Something that probably shouldn’t have been said                        so casually but did the female care much? Not really,                        she could probably offer medicine but medical help                        wasn’t her department.

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⊰✢⊱          ❝Not really, given I was dealing with more idiotic company in my case. Have you ever had someone attack you over the belief that someone is his ‘property’?❞            Ah, the joys of being immortal she supposed given the moron had thought her to be normal. She can’t help that little detail which is fine enough knowing the circumstances were unusual even by her own standards. Medicine or not, she’ll be fine.