THE DOG HUNTER. (AP)

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃. ɪɴᴅɪᴇ | ᴏᴄ ᴘʀɪᴠ. sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ. don’t listen to the man who sold the world.

[motorbites]

𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓.

☠  ( LAURA )

                                                                                                                        for @motorbites

SMASHED GLASS. Was that blood on her hands? C h a o s erupted from the woman. Her body running entirely on adrenaline, she lunged for the other once again. She would not back down – even outnumbered and outgunned, she would go down fighting. 

                                   ‘ You think you’re gonna get away with that, BITCH ? ’

                       laura was always finding herself within these types of situations. she was just a volatile and dangerous person, bloodied hands and a scr above her left bicep, she threw yet another punch. making sure it hit. IMAGINE THAT, CHILD OF A WHORE. FIGHT FOREVER. laura was on a warpath and it was hilarious. she threw risk/reward punches and gave little to no thought as to how she was gonna harm them. she just wanted to hurt. and hurt badly she demanded.                                             ‘    is that all you got, cunt? if i wanted to be punched by a fucking baby, i’d fight a fucking baby.     ’      stop. you’re a bouncer, a woman who needed to stop fights. but fuck it. the warpath felt so good. 

[motorbites]

                    ‘     you’be been following me for 3 blocks now.     ’       the bouncer was off duty but she made many enemies so this wasn’t much of a surprise to her. a hitman coming to deal with her? either way, she wasn’t shaken. 

@playsvulgar  /  hit woman.

[motorbites]

   the bitch.    give like a life, my darlings. i shall write ye a starter. 😎

[motorbites]

   the bitch.    give like a life, my darlings. i shall write ye a starter. 😎

[motorbites]

A WILD ANIMAL.

❛ WOAH THERE. wasn’ tryin’ t’ OFFEND nobody. ❜ a hand comes up, palm spreading to straighten fingers. it’s a gesture of SURRENDER. the hand then moves to pick up the glass of alcohol in front of him, holding it out to be taken. ❛ relax, why don’t’cha? ❜

( @motorbites ! ) ↪ LIKED.

           CLAY WARRIOR let her guard down and seated herself where she originally was, it wasn’t uncommon for others to.. try for her.. when she has such an amazing body, they are bound to attract the (wrong people at wrong times.) she remained cautious as she felt something off about this stranger.

                            ‘ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴏʟᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴜʙ sᴄᴇɴᴇ, ᴏʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴ? ’   laura did find it odd to find such an.. older gentleman in a scene where adolescent students and graduates spent their lives trying to find an easy fuck and an easy woman. SHE FOUND IT DISGUSTING. Perhaps this pervert was no different.

[motorbites]

WHO IS THE PREY AND WHO IS THE PREDATOR?

earth — STINKS. smells rotten. putrid. a dying rock infected with a variety of life and it seems the only thing that makes a trip worth it are a select few armed oomans. prey that can SHOOT BACK, it makes the hunt a little interesting. but they are still weak, nothing more than the tiny, pathetic rodents you’d catch and use to bait for something bigger, something stronger, something THREATENING. 

           still, he can’t help but find their uncontrolled animosity fascinating, and is drawn closer to the fight. cloaked, the city’s humidity falls around him. when he moves, he’s a heat wave, a trick of the light, a presence. one of the ooman barks something, too gargled for the translator to pick through the screams of the other on the concrete. there’s a flash of metal, a click — a blaster, it seems, and they align their sights for what would be a mercy kill by his own standards. 

           THERE WAS A BARREL OF CONFUSION but she remained unfazed and saw her chance. she was an animal and went straight for their neck like a wolf, torn and gloved hands clutched it with deadly ferocity and tore it from it’s vessel. blood flew everywhere BUT SHE FELT MORE ALIVE. deadly woman dug into the pocket of the one she tore through and lunged towards the second man. LETHAL, DANGEROUS, AND DESTRUCTIVE. she ripped the knife into their throat and ran it through with great speed and strength. 

                 there was little hesitation in her step, a thing she was accustomed to. KILLING WAS HER JOB, but being torn into such a position was new to her, an obvious indicator she needs to better herself. the others lay dead and the third man sit there awestruck on his ass afraid and petrified. RIP HIM TO SHREDS, DEVOUR HIS FLESH, WEAR HIS EYES AS A NECKLACE. the knife in her hand was dropped and she kicked the man in the chest, knocking him back. she sat ontop of him and began pounding. pounding.. pounding.. POUNDING. pounding until there was nothing left but a red mush of where his face once was.

                  the woman stood up and fixed her helmet. never once taking it off. FURY IN HER HEART, the flames began to quell. but she felt it.. she could hear the noise of.. another and assumed it was a person in the above apartments watching what has taken place. she wasn’t worried.. her helmet remained and her face unidentifiable. BUT IT FELT DIFFERENT. She did not shake.. She listened. 

[motorbites]

                       ‘ ɪs ᴛʜᴀᴛ   ALL   ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ? ’  SHE WAS on her ass with a smashed visor and bloody chest, blood coming from the bottom of her helm and falling upon the black and white of her cloth. three men surrounded her as she lay leaned against a dumpster, a fire deep within her body screaming, her hands both being stepped on.

                                       ‘ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴘʀᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪʟʟ ᴍᴇ!! ’  she roared.

@yautjawarrior

[motorbites]

            the sidewalk was full of dimly lit lights and empty people walking back and forth to their destinations, a fire within her heart told her to drive 250mphs to the highway and escape but she couldn’t leave, not after SLAUGHTERING an entire warehouse of men and women who dared fuck with her. HER jacket was crimson stained and her visor was smashed with little cracks streaming to the back of her helm. her hands shook as the flames within her did not die down.   the presence of another startled her but.. she dared not fight it.    ‘ ɢᴏ ᴀsᴋ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴇʟsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴs.. ’

@truthpiety

[motorbites]

I’M A MOTHERFUCKIN’ STARBOY.

[motorbites]

   the bitch.    give like a life, my darlings. i shall write ye a starter. 😎

[motorbites]

THE BIKER & OTHER.

Robin’s no fun at parties anyway. Or at least, she wouldn’t be if she was the sort of person who actually got invited to them. Even at family gatherings, she’s always the one who’s collaring the snacks and drinks in the kitchen while everyone else is socializing, although that’s partly a strategic decision influenced by her love of food and also partly an effective method of avoiding relatives who still can’t understand why she’s not got herself a boyfriend in the five months it’s been since she last saw them.

She gives a little jerk of her shoulders- barely a shrug- and heaves out a sigh, watching her breath clouding in the frosty night air before glancing back up at the other woman.

“Um-” She hesitates. Takes another breath. “I’ve got some aspirin in my bag if you need them. You, uh-” Were massaging your temples just a minute ago, she doesn’t say, torn between wanting to appear friendly and not wanting to be told to mind her own fucking business.

         the biker took off her helm and placed it upon the seating infront of her. she threw out the gum she was chewing on and gave an up and down look at the woman before letting out a slightly annoyed sigh. (WOMEN, THEY ALWAYS WANT SOMETHING FROM HER.) she moved back a bit and placed a hand upon the seat infront of her and stared at the other with a long blank glaze.

                    ‘ ɪ ᴀssᴜᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ғᴜᴄᴋ? ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʜᴏᴜɴᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ɴᴏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. ’   she knew she sounded like a bitch but she didn’t give a fuck..  this wasn’t the first time she was approached like this and expected it. 

[motorbites]

WONDER MAN.

BLOOD  ADHERES  TO  PALMS  /  BESTREWS  CONCRETE  TRENCHES.   achroous    anatomy  drained  dry  and it’s  a  shadow’s  silhouette  that  carves a    wound  in    these  scarlet shades.  DIRTIED   SOLES  stalk   across   broken glass ;   a   gainly  &&    subtle  blend   of  fleeting  curiosity  amidst    his   figure  permeated,   cursory  veins  crested   to a  cautious  approach  and in itself,  a  halt.  

“  I  really don’t  think they  can …  even if  they  WANTED  to.  mind gettin’  up &  off them  now?  ”

     ‘ ʜᴇʏ, ʀᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ. ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀɪᴅᴅɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴏғ ʀᴀᴘɪsᴛs. ’  the unshackled beast did not let god of the collar of the already disoriented and hurting man. she could not remember how it felt being so powerful in the eyes of others. she was ready to rip their throats out. capable of mass destruction, capable of mass murder. THE BIKER ATE HER WORDS AND STARED THE OTHER DOWN THROUGH THE BROKEN HOLE OF HER HELM. a light crimson eye examined and took in such an.. odd outfit.

          ‘ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛʜᴇɴ, ʙɪɢ ʙᴏʏ. ’

[motorbites]

         ‘ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴀʀᴇ. ’  under-determined & extremely annoyed.  she just lost her job and she was not in the mood. (HOW DARE THEY DROP A LEGEND.) she was a ticking time bomb.

@unshackledai

[motorbites]

   the bitch.    give like a life, my darlings. i shall write ye a starter. 😎

[motorbites]

   the bitch.    give like a life, my darlings. i shall write ye a starter. 😎

[motorbites]

          engine was running and the fire upon her heart was bright, the light was red for what felt like seven years. a tease, something so dull it almost killed her. she noticed beside her a vehicle and a man inside of it staring her down. she was confused but felt ready for anything.

                    her reaction was to nod, as one would do.     ‘ ... ’

@gutspilt

[motorbites]

   the bitch.    give like a life, my darlings. i shall write ye a starter. 😎