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The hunter is home. His habit of hunting the innocent is in full swing. His hands are bloody but he feels indifference.
He needs to make dinner..
@horridpine
Drazzic watched from the tree's. The way the hunter hunted. His golden glowing hues fixated from the tree tops of the very person who had haunted him in return with rape and torture. The souls of connection between the two.
He slowly jumped from branch to branch, stalking from the tree tops.
Dinner...He almost forgot humans had to eat.
He casually opens the door and stops, he senses something or.. someone familiar. He hums closing the door behind him. His eyes are on the ground, looking for tracks or any case of a trail.
.
Those eyes softened for a moment as that door was closed. He slowly manouvered over to the cabin. His claws running along the side of the cabin on tat rough wood surface. He hummed a little of the same tune, it lingered in the air, glitching and distorted by his mask.
The hunter continues into the woods enjoying the sound of Drazzic’s humming. He’s focused on his task as food is very scarce now that Eric has disappeared. Mason has to pick up the slack from his marriage so to speak, he has depended upon his partner with his trapping for far too long.
The feeling of comfort is warming his chest,, Drazzic visited today. Mason hasn’t seen him in sometime.. it feels good to be remembered, recognized.. Eric’s disappearance has done serious damage to his mental state.
That hum continued as every now and then the hunter would feel a feather land on him, only to glitch and fizzle away before even touching it.
Soon he dropped right infront of the other before adjusting himself. He looks like shit. His body is thin, his stomach sunken in like nothing is inside...
Been a while hunter. I heard Eric is missing.
Mason sighed in defeat, he had no reason to lie but he didn’t enjoy having Drazzic understand him so intimately at times. It made the man feel vulnerable and vulnerability in the wild is weakness.
Unfortunately so..
He responded very carefully. He’s hiding his emotions or at least trying his hardest to do so. He’s devastated by this but tries to keep it to himself. He also lost his child, whom he only recently grew deeply attached to.
Drazzic knew him inside and out. He was FORCED to be initmate, to be vulnerable and it's unbearingly uncomfortable.
He slowly leaned in, tilting his head in a creepily unatural way.
You are devastated. You want him back. You don't know where he is. You hope he hasn't left for good. You want the control the power to lock him in a cage so he can never do such horrible things ever again.
Pinned. Violently by mere words.
Mason quickly closed his eyes slowly breathing through his nose. What exactly is the hunter supposed to say? ‘No, I don’t care. You’re wrong.’? He knows not to lie to Drazzic.. lying causes consequences, severe consequences.
He opens his eyes, the unsettling nature of this angel continues to surprise him to this day..
Animals deserve to be in cages.
Vulnerability, fragile as glass, that is how he feels about this conversation. He’s exposed. Open for the world to see. This frustrates him.
Is that what he is to you? A animal?
And here I thought he was your husband.
The stalker gasped, a flamboyant hand to his head. Dramatically overdone. He seemed to be in good spirits depsite his....very thin self, the way his ribs were showing whenevever his shirt lifted a little from his movements.
Mason hisses in annoyance. He shouldn’t say anything about Drazzic’s appearance.. he knows better. Everytime he shows care the angel uses it as a means to harm himself. The amount of times he tried leaving Mason for ‘Mason’s happiness’ is hard evidence of that.
You’re no different from me.
The hunter is home. His habit of hunting the innocent is in full swing. His hands are bloody but he feels indifference.
He needs to make dinner..
@horridpine
Drazzic watched from the tree's. The way the hunter hunted. His golden glowing hues fixated from the tree tops of the very person who had haunted him in return with rape and torture. The souls of connection between the two.
He slowly jumped from branch to branch, stalking from the tree tops.
Dinner...He almost forgot humans had to eat.
He casually opens the door and stops, he senses something or.. someone familiar. He hums closing the door behind him. His eyes are on the ground, looking for tracks or any case of a trail.
.
Those eyes softened for a moment as that door was closed. He slowly manouvered over to the cabin. His claws running along the side of the cabin on tat rough wood surface. He hummed a little of the same tune, it lingered in the air, glitching and distorted by his mask.
The hunter continues into the woods enjoying the sound of Drazzic’s humming. He’s focused on his task as food is very scarce now that Eric has disappeared. Mason has to pick up the slack from his marriage so to speak, he has depended upon his partner with his trapping for far too long.
The feeling of comfort is warming his chest,, Drazzic visited today. Mason hasn’t seen him in sometime.. it feels good to be remembered, recognized.. Eric’s disappearance has done serious damage to his mental state.
That hum continued as every now and then the hunter would feel a feather land on him, only to glitch and fizzle away before even touching it.
Soon he dropped right infront of the other before adjusting himself. He looks like shit. His body is thin, his stomach sunken in like nothing is inside...
Been a while hunter. I heard Eric is missing.
Mason sighed in defeat, he had no reason to lie but he didn’t enjoy having Drazzic understand him so intimately at times. It made the man feel vulnerable and vulnerability in the wild is weakness.
Unfortunately so..
He responded very carefully. He’s hiding his emotions or at least trying his hardest to do so. He’s devastated by this but tries to keep it to himself. He also lost his child, whom he only recently grew deeply attached to.
Drazzic knew him inside and out. He was FORCED to be initmate, to be vulnerable and it's unbearingly uncomfortable.
He slowly leaned in, tilting his head in a creepily unatural way.
You are devastated. You want him back. You don't know where he is. You hope he hasn't left for good. You want the control the power to lock him in a cage so he can never do such horrible things ever again.
Pinned. Violently by mere words.
Mason quickly closed his eyes slowly breathing through his nose. What exactly is the hunter supposed to say? ‘No, I don’t care. You’re wrong.’? He knows not to lie to Drazzic.. lying causes consequences, severe consequences.
He opens his eyes, the unsettling nature of this angel continues to surprise him to this day..
Animals deserve to be in cages.
Vulnerability, fragile as glass, that is how he feels about this conversation. He’s exposed. Open for the world to see. This frustrates him.
The hunter is home. His habit of hunting the innocent is in full swing. His hands are bloody but he feels indifference.
He needs to make dinner..
@horridpine
Drazzic watched from the tree's. The way the hunter hunted. His golden glowing hues fixated from the tree tops of the very person who had haunted him in return with rape and torture. The souls of connection between the two.
He slowly jumped from branch to branch, stalking from the tree tops.
Dinner...He almost forgot humans had to eat.
He casually opens the door and stops, he senses something or.. someone familiar. He hums closing the door behind him. His eyes are on the ground, looking for tracks or any case of a trail.
.
Those eyes softened for a moment as that door was closed. He slowly manouvered over to the cabin. His claws running along the side of the cabin on tat rough wood surface. He hummed a little of the same tune, it lingered in the air, glitching and distorted by his mask.
The hunter continues into the woods enjoying the sound of Drazzic’s humming. He’s focused on his task as food is very scarce now that Eric has disappeared. Mason has to pick up the slack from his marriage so to speak, he has depended upon his partner with his trapping for far too long.
The feeling of comfort is warming his chest,, Drazzic visited today. Mason hasn’t seen him in sometime.. it feels good to be remembered, recognized.. Eric’s disappearance has done serious damage to his mental state.
That hum continued as every now and then the hunter would feel a feather land on him, only to glitch and fizzle away before even touching it.
Soon he dropped right infront of the other before adjusting himself. He looks like shit. His body is thin, his stomach sunken in like nothing is inside...
Been a while hunter. I heard Eric is missing.
Mason sighed in defeat, he had no reason to lie but he didn’t enjoy having Drazzic understand him so intimately at times. It made the man feel vulnerable and vulnerability in the wild is weakness.
Unfortunately so..
He responded very carefully. He’s hiding his emotions or at least trying his hardest to do so. He’s devastated by this but tries to keep it to himself. He also lost his child, whom he only recently grew deeply attached to.
The hunter is home. His habit of hunting the innocent is in full swing. His hands are bloody but he feels indifference.
He needs to make dinner..
@horridpine
Drazzic watched from the tree's. The way the hunter hunted. His golden glowing hues fixated from the tree tops of the very person who had haunted him in return with rape and torture. The souls of connection between the two.
He slowly jumped from branch to branch, stalking from the tree tops.
Dinner...He almost forgot humans had to eat.
He casually opens the door and stops, he senses something or.. someone familiar. He hums closing the door behind him. His eyes are on the ground, looking for tracks or any case of a trail.
.
Those eyes softened for a moment as that door was closed. He slowly manouvered over to the cabin. His claws running along the side of the cabin on tat rough wood surface. He hummed a little of the same tune, it lingered in the air, glitching and distorted by his mask.
The hunter continues into the woods enjoying the sound of Drazzic’s humming. He’s focused on his task as food is very scarce now that Eric has disappeared. Mason has to pick up the slack from his marriage so to speak, he has depended upon his partner with his trapping for far too long.
The feeling of comfort is warming his chest,, Drazzic visited today. Mason hasn’t seen him in sometime.. it feels good to be remembered, recognized.. Eric’s disappearance has done serious damage to his mental state.
Mansi was in her barn owl form. The animal form of her. She was on top of the tree stump. Eating a rat.
Mason sits down on a stump cutting a random piece of bone in his hand. He is as emotionless as he often is..
The hunter is home. His habit of hunting the innocent is in full swing. His hands are bloody but he feels indifference.
He needs to make dinner..
@horridpine
Drazzic watched from the tree's. The way the hunter hunted. His golden glowing hues fixated from the tree tops of the very person who had haunted him in return with rape and torture. The souls of connection between the two.
He slowly jumped from branch to branch, stalking from the tree tops.
Dinner...He almost forgot humans had to eat.
He casually opens the door and stops, he senses something or.. someone familiar. He hums closing the door behind him. His eyes are on the ground, looking for tracks or any case of a trail.
.
I haven’t seen the hunter around. Where might he be? Did you two break up? How unfortunate. -🪽
I wouldn't ask me.
I haven't been around either.The snow has been welcoming me alot recently...I haven't patched either.
I....did recently go to the city again.
Watching.
I'm sure he's with Eric.
Eric has been gone for sometime,
Only the quiet woods give me company.
After sending this message the hunter puts his phone back in his pocket. His partner and child have been missing for weeks. He doesn’t know what to think of it, he feels empty.. and when the emptiness comes the adrenaline for another target becomes unbearable.
// I apologize for the inactivity.
One night, footsteps were heard approaching Mason's cabin... and sounds like claws as well.
Someone knocks on the front door, very gently.
He opens it clearly annoyed
...
In front of him is what appears to be a person, so tall that they have to duck to be at Mason's eye level. Their white hair covers part of their face, but if you look closely, you can see that shes Jasmine
I'm sorry..
She says, in a timid tone. She doesn't sound like Jasmine at all.
It's night and... I don't know where to go...
Mason’s expression softened.. his ‘adopted’ daughter is here. She’s been absent for sometime and with Eric’s mistake the hunter has taken over all the outside duties.
He bends downward gently moving her hair to the side and hugs her. This action felt the most right to him.
She doesn't seem to have any idea what's going on; all her memories of Mason are lost, yet she doesn't try to make him stop hugging her. She wraps white wings around Mason. That's new.
...
She is shivering slightly from the cold.
Mason picks her up and closes the door with his foot. Ash is present but dead asleep on the couch with Eric next to the lit fireplace. He puts her down in front of the flame to warm herself.
It feels as though the two of them should talk.. catch up but, naturally they keep quiet. Mason is soaking in Jasmine’s presence.. her existence.
Her wings remind him of Drazzic.. and his heart fills with sorrow. He misses his dove. He misses his family, entire family. Mason kisses her forehead grabbing a blanket for her.
Jasmine stares silently at the fire, bringing her hands a little closer to warm them. She has no idea what's going on. She doesn't remember anyone, yet everyone seems to know her.
I...
She says, in a soft voice that Jasmine had never used before.
Who... Who was I?
Someone kind.. cherished. A flower blooming on a battlefield of gored mess..
She blinks, then she sees herself. Her hands, her wings, a lock of her hair...
...And what if... That flower was picked?...
What if I'm not even a flower anymore?
A picked flower is still a flower regardless of where it is.
Mason covers her with a soft blanket comforting her.
You will always be my flower Jasmine. No matter what you do or what happens. You’re my daughter.
She's been looking for her family all this time, with only a few blurry memories, but she doesn't remember that this was her family.
She grips the edges of the blanket tightly.
...
Rest easy. You’re safe here.
One night, footsteps were heard approaching Mason's cabin... and sounds like claws as well.
Someone knocks on the front door, very gently.
He opens it clearly annoyed
...
In front of him is what appears to be a person, so tall that they have to duck to be at Mason's eye level. Their white hair covers part of their face, but if you look closely, you can see that shes Jasmine
I'm sorry..
She says, in a timid tone. She doesn't sound like Jasmine at all.
It's night and... I don't know where to go...
Mason’s expression softened.. his ‘adopted’ daughter is here. She’s been absent for sometime and with Eric’s mistake the hunter has taken over all the outside duties.
He bends downward gently moving her hair to the side and hugs her. This action felt the most right to him.
She doesn't seem to have any idea what's going on; all her memories of Mason are lost, yet she doesn't try to make him stop hugging her. She wraps white wings around Mason. That's new.
...
She is shivering slightly from the cold.
Mason picks her up and closes the door with his foot. Ash is present but dead asleep on the couch with Eric next to the lit fireplace. He puts her down in front of the flame to warm herself.
It feels as though the two of them should talk.. catch up but, naturally they keep quiet. Mason is soaking in Jasmine’s presence.. her existence.
Her wings remind him of Drazzic.. and his heart fills with sorrow. He misses his dove. He misses his family, entire family. Mason kisses her forehead grabbing a blanket for her.
Jasmine stares silently at the fire, bringing her hands a little closer to warm them. She has no idea what's going on. She doesn't remember anyone, yet everyone seems to know her.
I...
She says, in a soft voice that Jasmine had never used before.
Who... Who was I?
Someone kind.. cherished. A flower blooming on a battlefield of gored mess..
She blinks, then she sees herself. Her hands, her wings, a lock of her hair...
...And what if... That flower was picked?...
What if I'm not even a flower anymore?
A picked flower is still a flower regardless of where it is.
Mason covers her with a soft blanket comforting her.
You will always be my flower Jasmine. No matter what you do or what happens. You’re my daughter.
One night, footsteps were heard approaching Mason's cabin... and sounds like claws as well.
Someone knocks on the front door, very gently.
He opens it clearly annoyed
...
In front of him is what appears to be a person, so tall that they have to duck to be at Mason's eye level. Their white hair covers part of their face, but if you look closely, you can see that shes Jasmine
I'm sorry..
She says, in a timid tone. She doesn't sound like Jasmine at all.
It's night and... I don't know where to go...
Mason’s expression softened.. his ‘adopted’ daughter is here. She’s been absent for sometime and with Eric’s mistake the hunter has taken over all the outside duties.
He bends downward gently moving her hair to the side and hugs her. This action felt the most right to him.
She doesn't seem to have any idea what's going on; all her memories of Mason are lost, yet she doesn't try to make him stop hugging her. She wraps white wings around Mason. That's new.
...
She is shivering slightly from the cold.
Mason picks her up and closes the door with his foot. Ash is present but dead asleep on the couch with Eric next to the lit fireplace. He puts her down in front of the flame to warm herself.
It feels as though the two of them should talk.. catch up but, naturally they keep quiet. Mason is soaking in Jasmine’s presence.. her existence.
Her wings remind him of Drazzic.. and his heart fills with sorrow. He misses his dove. He misses his family, entire family. Mason kisses her forehead grabbing a blanket for her.
Jasmine stares silently at the fire, bringing her hands a little closer to warm them. She has no idea what's going on. She doesn't remember anyone, yet everyone seems to know her.
I...
She says, in a soft voice that Jasmine had never used before.
Who... Who was I?
Someone kind.. cherished. A flower blooming on a battlefield of gored mess..
Mansi was on the forest floor. On her stomach with her owl wings out. It almost seems like she is died, but she isn't. There was a small sad owl noises coming from her.
Mason sees her body during a trap routine.. he sighs slowly as he looks at the damage, unimpressed.
…
My child left me..
Mansi continue to make more sad owl noises. She doesn't have any wounds on her.
Hmn.. unfortunate.
One night, footsteps were heard approaching Mason's cabin... and sounds like claws as well.
Someone knocks on the front door, very gently.
He opens it clearly annoyed
...
In front of him is what appears to be a person, so tall that they have to duck to be at Mason's eye level. Their white hair covers part of their face, but if you look closely, you can see that shes Jasmine
I'm sorry..
She says, in a timid tone. She doesn't sound like Jasmine at all.
It's night and... I don't know where to go...
Mason’s expression softened.. his ‘adopted’ daughter is here. She’s been absent for sometime and with Eric’s mistake the hunter has taken over all the outside duties.
He bends downward gently moving her hair to the side and hugs her. This action felt the most right to him.
She doesn't seem to have any idea what's going on; all her memories of Mason are lost, yet she doesn't try to make him stop hugging her. She wraps white wings around Mason. That's new.
...
She is shivering slightly from the cold.
Mason picks her up and closes the door with his foot. Ash is present but dead asleep on the couch with Eric next to the lit fireplace. He puts her down in front of the flame to warm herself.
It feels as though the two of them should talk.. catch up but, naturally they keep quiet. Mason is soaking in Jasmine’s presence.. her existence.
Her wings remind him of Drazzic.. and his heart fills with sorrow. He misses his dove. He misses his family, entire family. Mason kisses her forehead grabbing a blanket for her.
G, YOU BETTER REST, DRINK WATER AND EAT FOOD!!! IT'S A REMINDER
// I’m alright! I’m finally off of work so I’ve been resting for my mental wellness
Hope you are focusing on finding Jasmine. Humans...They don't survive well on their own.
…
One night, footsteps were heard approaching Mason's cabin... and sounds like claws as well.
Someone knocks on the front door, very gently.
He opens it clearly annoyed
...
In front of him is what appears to be a person, so tall that they have to duck to be at Mason's eye level. Their white hair covers part of their face, but if you look closely, you can see that shes Jasmine
I'm sorry..
She says, in a timid tone. She doesn't sound like Jasmine at all.
It's night and... I don't know where to go...
Mason’s expression softened.. his ‘adopted’ daughter is here. She’s been absent for sometime and with Eric’s mistake the hunter has taken over all the outside duties.
He bends downward gently moving her hair to the side and hugs her. This action felt the most right to him.
