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see the little girl and her hell hound? what a beastly pet!

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STARTER CALL.

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the song of achilles meme

       i recently finished this book and it was just…so…beautiful, so i wanted to make a lil meme thing cause their were a lot of really great quotes & actions tbh. i thought it’d be nice to share ‘em and write ‘em out. change the pronouns to your liking ~

p.s. i kinda went over board so i put my favs above the read more and the rest ( more generic types of sent. memes ) under the read more. enjoy !

“ i will never leave ____. it will be this , always, for as long as _____ will let me. “

“ i would like to know how you are going to stop the losers from declaring war on you ? “

“ will you help me put the rest of my armor on ? “

“ we are finished here. “

“ do not leave. “

“ did you ever think of having children ? “

“ ___ is half my soul, as the poets say. “

“ I could recognize ____ by touch alone, by smell; I would know ____ blind, by the way ____ breaths came and ___ feet struck the earth. I would know ____ in death “

“ coward. “

“ ____ is a weapon. a killer. do not forget it. “

“ you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change it’s nature. “

“ i do not plan to live after ____ is gone. “

“ philtatos. “ ( means ‘most beloved’ ) 

“ i could kill you still. “

“ i am sorry for your loss. “

“ name one hero who was happy. “

“ they never let you be famous and happy. “

“ let me bring you food and drink. “

“ i cannot bear to see you grieving. “

“ there are no bargains between lions and men. i will kill you and eat you raw. “

“ is it worth your life ? “

“ i hope that ____ kills you. “

“ get out. get out ! “

“ _____ is dead. “

“ i am buried here. “

“ we die so easily. “

“ you will not speak another word or you will be sorry. “

“ i wish he had left you to all die. “

“ if you have to go, i will go with you. “

“ i am made of memories. “

“ listen to me. “

“ i will not live much longer. “

“ you are a better man than i. “

“ i do not need to prove myself to you. “

“ are you calling me a liar ? “

“ i do not care. i will be dead soon. “

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@wxlfmann

    Max wasn’t home. Her guardian, currently, was tracking down some new chains ( since he broke the previously ones during one of his transformations ). This left little Redd all alone in the backyard that met the forest’s mouth. She had brought a towel onto the sloping lawn along with a beach bag and a portable radio that would fill in the gaps of silence between the bee’s humming and the bird’s chirping. Usually, Redd would join Max on his errands, but she was transfixed by her new neighbor, Mr. Wolfe. She was no stranger to his species, yet she still found him superbly entrancing. She perched herself upon the polka dot blanket, raising her chin to peer over at her neighbor leaving the back door. She rose her hand to give him a nonchalant wave and a smile laced with girlish excitement. “Hi, Mr. Wolfe!

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@arsonxsts

    “I-I dunno...” She shook her head before nervously flitting her eyes back to catch onto his gaze. She sat on the edge of the dock with him, legs swaying back and forth. A towel was thrown over her shoulders, only slightly warming her dew dropped skin. “Maybe I should start heading home...” A tongue flicked out to wet her lips. “Y’know... Max doesn’t really like me hanging out with you.”

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@noaccountingforincubi

    “Oh...!” Redd had been slightly startled by the sudden crunch and snap of the twig. She had been swimming, trying to rid the blood from her skin. She had helped Max bury another body. She gazed at the woman upon the shore of twigs and crunched, autumn leaves. Redd bobbed up and down in the water for a moment before slicking back her hair. “You, uh, you scared me.”

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                                             Just a girl & her pup. 

                                            modern-horror red riding hood.

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@wolfskiinned

     “Y’know.... Max doesn’t like you much.” She’s sitting on the back steps of the cabin, fixing her fishing line. She had just spotted Damian leaving the entrance of the forest and unfortunately for him, that meant crossing paths with Redd. Her lip twitches into a smirk as she glances his way. “You may not be a werewolf, but he’s still very territorial.” She taps the end of the fishing hook with her fingertip, feeling the new sharpness she had crafted. She draws a droplet of blood from her flesh and smiles to herself. “So I’d suggest not killing in the woods.” Redd then proceeds to draw the fresh blood from her wound, eyes locking onto his. 

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@illvgal

     “H e y,” she hisses in the dark. Redd sees the silhouette of her sibling stand in the doorway to her room. She pulls the covers just below her chest and narrows her eyes at her figure. “What are you doing back so late?” She grumbles some sort of yawn and partially sits up, leaning back on her elbows. “You woke me up too,” she adds before rubbing her eyes with a balled up fist.

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liked for a thing.   

His fingers are steady on the blade, the sliver  being held in his fingers. Eyes wary in these woods, ever since he’s ganked one ware, he’s not sure if there’s another one around.

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     Redd has been spying on him for awhile. He was a hunter. No doubt. Well, one thing was for sure: he wasn’t getting her precious Max. Luckily, he was back in the cabin, curled up by the fire, hopefully calming down from his transformation. “Hope you’re not gonna use that on me,” she says, stepping from the shadows. A bolt of lightning cracks dramatically upon the horizon. She takes down her hood and offers him a kind smile. “The police are doing an investigation here. You better beat it before they pin you for the suspect.”

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     Redd has been spying on him for awhile. He was a hunter. No doubt. Well, one thing was for sure: he wasn’t getting her precious Max. Luckily, he was back in the cabin, curled up by the fire, hopefully calming down from his transformation. “Hope you’re not gonna use that on me,” she says, stepping from the shadows. A bolt of lightning cracks dramatically upon the horizon. She takes down her hood and offers him a kind smile. “The police are doing an investigation here. You better beat it before they pin you for the suspect.”

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“Shit, Max,” she hisses under her breath. Her so-called ‘dog’ had bit her hand after he had ripped one of the citizens of Tashmore to SHREDS. However, Redd didn’t quite blame him. She completely understood that it was an act of passion, a heat of the moment type thing. She stood over the sink, winding a roll of gauze around the gaping wound. With her free hand, she fished through the cupboard for any jars of her healing gel she had saved from a previous spell. No such luck. She would have to brew a new batch sometime this evening. 

When the stranger stepped onto the territory of the wolf and his little Redd, the hulking beast lunged at him from the tree, but stopped short. Fortunately for Zak, Max was tied to a tree with a set of chains. The werewolf ferociously snapped at the air before him, saliva laced canines bared. His piercing golden eyes glared daggers at the approaching boy.

Redd’s gaze shot to the window as she witnessed her personal guard dog just barely missing the strange boy outside. “Max!” She slapped her damp rag back into the sink and hauled ass outside. She sprinted down the rickety wooden steps of the cabin and sent the screen door creaking behind her. “Uh----SPOT!” What an original name for the ‘dog’. She jogged towards the beast with coarse fur and acerbic orbs. “Down, boy, dowwwwwwn.” She sunk her hand into his neck, fingers weaving through his bristles. This time, he made sure not to bite her. He knew his place, but his instincts sometimes were amplified to the extreme. Redd then turned her attention sharply back to the boy and feigned a cordial smile “Can I help you...?” Her stare hardened. “...Stranger?”

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     [   starter call – @lilrrred​ – accepting   ]

They’re always on the move. Never settling down in one place for too long. They go where ever their work takes them. Or sometimes, where ever they just feel compelled to go. This time they’ve come to a stop in Tashmore. Zak and Jaewon have been able to stay on the down-low. The community here seems to genuinely care about one another, but also knows not to cross boundaries unless needed. It feels good to be able to have some down time after their last run at a batshit crazy job. It wasn’t one they left unscathed. Unlike Zak whose healing abilities are far more accelerated, Jaewon is still in the process of healing. Sensing Zak’s restlessness in the motel room they’ve been hiding out in, Jaewon suggests that Zak gets some air. Sure, why not. 

Dusk has settled over the town, the last rays of daylight creeping across the horizon. The easy warmth of the day from earlier has cooled as night approaches. Zak pulls the hood of his sweater over his head, earbuds in with music playing. He keeps to himself as he walks, no destination in mind. It’s not long until he’s just straight up wandering. Time passes. Getting bored. He’s just about to turn around to return to where his brother is–

–then halts abruptly at that scent. The scent that makes his stomach ache with hunger. The scent that has his dark brown eyes flickering red for a fraction of a second. The scent that makes the ghoul inside salivate. ( blood – blood – human blood – human flesh – meat – food – ) “Fuck.” Zak takes in a deep breath to steady himself. Jaewon has helped him train to keep his hunger in check, and not act upon his ghoul impulses. But the smell of fresh blood still troubles him. There’s just too much of it for this to be normal. Swearing under his breath, Zak texts Jaewon the situation. He shoves the phone away, then follows the scent trail. He’s quick to arrive at the source: a house by the woods. Looks ordinary. But the scents surrounding this house and coming from this house are anything, but normal. With caution, Zak approaches it. He stops when hearing a noise. His body tenses, senses more vigilant than ever. If he needs to fight, he will. But he’s trying this whole, ‘Don’t use aggression unless needed’ thing by Jaewon’s request. 

“…hello?”

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“Shit, Max,” she hisses under her breath. Her so-called ‘dog’ had bit her hand after he had ripped one of the citizens of Tashmore to SHREDS. However, Redd didn’t quite blame him. She completely understood that it was an act of passion, a heat of the moment type thing. She stood over the sink, winding a roll of gauze around the gaping wound. With her free hand, she fished through the cupboard for any jars of her healing gel she had saved from a previous spell. No such luck. She would have to brew a new batch sometime this evening. 

When the stranger stepped onto the territory of the wolf and his little Redd, the hulking beast lunged at him from the tree, but stopped short. Fortunately for Zak, Max was tied to a tree with a set of chains. The werewolf ferociously snapped at the air before him, saliva laced canines bared. His piercing golden eyes glared daggers at the approaching boy.

Redd’s gaze shot to the window as she witnessed her personal guard dog just barely missing the strange boy outside. “Max!” She slapped her damp rag back into the sink and hauled ass outside. She sprinted down the rickety wooden steps of the cabin and sent the screen door creaking behind her. “Uh----SPOT!” What an original name for the ‘dog’. She jogged towards the beast with coarse fur and acerbic orbs. “Down, boy, dowwwwwwn.” She sunk her hand into his neck, fingers weaving through his bristles. This time, he made sure not to bite her. He knew his place, but his instincts sometimes were amplified to the extreme. Redd then turned her attention sharply back to the boy and feigned a cordial smile “Can I help you...?” Her stare hardened. “...Stranger?”

[benvolents]

suggested relations: significant other, fwb, ex, step-sibling, etc.

  the amount of FUMES running through his VIENS were high and he could feel his hands CLENCHING so TIGHT that his knuckles turning LIGHTER. ❝ i don’t FUCKING care if he’s ‘ just a FRIEND. ‘ i can see the way he UNDRESSES you with his eyes and i DON’T like it. i want you to stop SEEING him. ❞

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      Redd momentarily ceased playing with her nails to glance up at him from the couch. “Do you realize how utterly ridiculous you sound? You’re overthinking things again.” She returns to chipping away at the polish on her thumb--an excuse to avoid the harsh tug of his gaze. “You’re not my dad. You can’t make me do anything,” she mumbles under her breath. 

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@hxiltotheking

“Don’t move!” She outstretches her hand for a moment, signaling for the male to halt. He’s backed up against a tree with Max snarling at him menacingly. The wolf is ready to pounce--his ears are folded back and thick saliva drips from his maw. He’s ready to FEAST. Thankfully, Redd is there to stop him. She trudges down towards the mossy trench and screams over the rain: “Just stay still and breathe or else he’ll lunge!” Redd sneaks up behind the wolf and catches the bristly fur of his neck. He yelps and barks for a moment before snapping out of his hypnotic state of hunger. Shamefully, the wolf bows its head and trots behind the girl. She stares at the man in the pouring rain for a moment before saying, “You’re gonna have to come with me, Sir.”

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@krovopiytsa

     “I like blood too,” she says. Her voice is laced with a soft hostility. Redd folds her arms and closes the gap between herself and the man. “And so does my dog. Listen...” She isn’t afraid to stand down. “This town isn’t big enough for three individuals on the hunt for blood, so let’s work something out, shall we?” Redd didn’t need an additional person who needed to kill for blood. Max already did far enough and the town officials were already becoming suspicious. Unless she could place the blame precisely on this man, she and Max couldn’t get away scot-free. “Let’s work this out like adults, huh?”

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“ Howling, eh?” Arthur questioned as he walked towards the curtains, pulling them aside to reveal darkness outside, lightning occasionally lighting up the sky enough to see. “ I won’t open the door.” Pulling the curtains back into place Arthur smiled. “ Sure would hate to be out there now-” It was warm and comfy inside, much nicer then his home, anyway. 

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     “Great. Glad we got that settled.” Thunder rumbled ominously outside. Redd’s eyes lifted to the ceiling as the lights flickered on and off. “No...” And in one instance, the power went out with a low hum. She slapped her magazine down on the cushion beside her and placed her hands on her hips. “Well... No power. No electricity. No heat.” She forced an optimistic smile. “Guess I can make us some hot cocoa. The stove is gas, so...” She turned her back on him for a moment and the grin instantly dropped. Redd couldn’t quit obsessing over the fact that Max could barge in any moment and tear her friend to pieces. “Want any marshmallows with it?”