“ Maybe you should just sit back and relax. Somehow
I doubt they’ll let us out before morning, anyway. “
Needless to say, finding herself i n c a r c e r a t e d after a bar fight; towel
pressing against bloodied knuckles, head thumping with the beginnings
of a KILLER headache; had not been apart of Tegan’s plans for the evening.
Usually she had no penchant for violence, but a few misplaced comments
from a fellow patron and some tequila shots later, here she was. The incident
had immediately been placed on her list of awful decisions, but it was an
experience nonetheless, and she took it all in stride.
( Which was evidently more than you could
say for the other h e l l i o n sharing her cell. )
There is the way she turns her back on filthy grades and emerald hues
begin a careful search for something she can not mention, whether she wants
or not, some words would never leave her DAMNED mouth. She finds rested
locks steady on cement wall, when it came to closed fists hitting cheek bones
all she could catch was a glimpse of hers, a stranger. A, now, c o m p a n i o n
of constant shots of ADRENALINE still running through the Hale's veins. What
is worst than a wolf locked up wanting so BADLY to kill? One with a prey inside
their cage. A pretty face and mellifluous personality are far from being a trigger
to desire at the time. Eagerly her teeth only wants to TOUCH flesh, old, new or
average. It'd be nary of her human concious, if not for pain caused by own claws
dripping blood on the seat she'd just taken, away from the others sight, as distant
as possible from pale skin.
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