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@whatremainsbarnes started following you

“Why are you sitting out here? The night is cold and the moon is high. Who knows what creatures will come to feast on your flesh if you remain without shelter.” Shiklah looked at the ragged man curiously, kneeling down to his level when she noticed blood at his side. “You’re injured.”

whatremainsbarnes

It took a moment for her words to register. Slowly, blue eyes turned to meet hers. The close proximity had flesh fingers resting against his pocket- just above his blade. “It’ll heal.” The words were forced- pain more obvious than he liked.

Metal kept its iron grasp over the wound staining his shirt. It wouldn’t ill him. It was meant to slow him down- to make him more malleable. “You should go. Before they come.”

shewhorulesmonsters

“I’m guessing not, if ‘they’ have anything to say about it.” Shiklah reached out to touch the cold metal of the had covering the wound and found herself confused. This was definitely not what human skin should feel like. “Now is not the time to be proud. Who are these people who will come?”

#whatremainsbarnes

awbt

axrel-deactivated20170806

I love these two!

slurpsblood

the marriage of deadpool

awbt

shewhorulesmonsters

“Relax. When’s the last time I led you astray?”

foodfirearmsandfun-deactivated2

“Last week in New York. My head still hurts, too.”

shewhorulesmonsters

“Oh you're fine, it reattached itself eventually.”

#foodfirearmsandfun

bartxn

What if I told you we can make you better? You’re a fighter. We can give you abilities most men only dream of. Make you a superhero.

#hubby

killgravethepurpleman started following you

“What are you doing in my tunnels?” Shiklah waved off the guards who came up behind her, sending them to patrol another section of the metropolis.

#killgravethepurpleman

@whatremainsbarnes started following you

“Why are you sitting out here? The night is cold and the moon is high. Who knows what creatures will come to feast on your flesh if you remain without shelter.” Shiklah looked at the ragged man curiously, kneeling down to his level when she noticed blood at his side. “You’re injured.”

#whatremainsbarnes #assuming this is the blog you wanted to interact with #if not lemme know!

rpmememaker

Honestly, don't be afraid to just show up in my inbox at random

I may not be the kind of RPer that does all my drafts everyday, but I do often check my inbox/messages.

So if your muse misses mine, don’t be afraid to show up with a random text message or mini-para or sentence or question or whatever. I promise I won’t get mad at you.

This also goes for anyone who wants to interact with my muse. Just throw something random in my inbox. Even if I don’t answer it for some reason, I’ll probably message you back.

pietromaxiimof started following you

“Enough!” Shiklah appeared in a swirl of purple smoke, surveying the scene with a frown. Her monster guards were strewn about the tunnel and all that remained was the white haired stranger. “Who are you and why are you in my tunnels.”

#pietromaxiimof

shutupimdeadpool:

shewhorulesmonsters:

“What did we say about bloody weapons on the coffee table?” Still, Shiklah was smiling as she greeted her husband. It was always good to see the mercenary even after he went running off to do Goddess knows what.