[huntforth]

vēnor; (vb.) hunt, chase, pursue READY OR NOT , HERE I COME ursula danforth; as told by josie.

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you know when ursie gets the shit knocked out of her and is flat on the ground??? that was me falling over the dog’s baby gate this evening

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546 hours. 32,760 minutes. that is the amount of time which had been spent negotiating the contract. a once in a lifetime opportunity for global expansion. a chance to prove self worthy of the high seat which would be inevitably gained by succession and outrank of bloodline. and within a matter of seconds, it had been taken from underneath fingertips, by none other than a private subsidiary of fortunato company.  rage concentrated throughout as body moved throughout the office with ease - for she knew the building like the back of hand. the very hand in which palm now stung as it pushed open the door with all the force she could muster. mentally surprised that the encased shrine to egypt had not been disturbed. " if you wanted to fuck me, you should have just called. " she hisses, as the sound of a click verifies the ongoing call had been concluded.

ursula's current hit list: @algorithymn

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pretty princess

you wanna fuck me so bad, it makes you look stupid xo

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temptation always lingered in the silence between, close enough to grasp, and dig nails into. each offering always becoming more indulgent than rest. ironically, which is exactly how each bloodline had managed to become tangled in the unbreakable vow. breath captures in back of throat when the warm mouth begins exploration against her exposed skin. corner of lips upturn at response, allowing frame to morph back into the hold. " hmm , " it is pondered while noting the time currently displayed on analog clock. the justification for greed already wrapping up inside mind with a neat bow. a true creature of habit. " i'll stay for ten more minutes and consider letting you have your way with me. " it’s offered with a gentle moan, preparing for the punishment she was bound to receive that would only add to others received the night prior. 

[myblogscene]

❝ Yeah, well ... ❞ She spits the blood out of her mouth, ❝ Your brothers kinda a dick. ❞

@huntforth

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" oh my god, not this again. " eye rolling as far backwards as capable with irritated sigh. " poor grace, given another opportunity for life, which you've been so desperately fighting for this entire time, and you're not even worth the trouble. " fingers absentmindedly picking off the imperfections from the tethered, blood stained blouse. " titus wants power, and he will gladly die trying. are you prepared to sacrifice faith for the cause? "

[algorithymn]

𓂀 “What’s got you ready to scurry off already?” ... @huntforth

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liquor from evening prior lingered with breath of morning, echoing a persistent percussion inside head. eyes squint at the text message on dimly lit cell phone screen before dropping it back to the nightstand with little regard. " my father has urgently requested my presence at home. " it's offered with sigh, body arching as limbs outstretch with a gentle moan. " i'm sure it's clean up duty for another titus tantrum. " neck arches backwards to catch glimpse of the woman she was currently entangled with. " what? are you going to miss me? " inquiry posed with same tone, accompanied with arched brow.