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[castellar-blog1]

he’s walking through town, practically dragging his daughter behind him, holding a basket; he looks like the opening scene of beauty and the beast with the addition of a seven year old. ‘ hey, ’ he starts, pandora looking annoyed to have stopped at all, ‘ would you happen to want some chocolate chip muffins ?? i was just making breakfast, and somehow happened to ignore the huge quantity that i was making, and i would just keep them for myself if i wasn’t certain that they were going to go bad soon. ’

[gxrwin-blog]

          "Asshole..."

[vikingsix]

  It's nice to get time off,   time away from all the   talk of training, time   away from his dad.

      He had made sure Logan would be okay       alone at home for the day, and when he       got the okay, he stepped out the door,       Riley leashed at his side.

  A deep breath in, a hand raising   to give an idle wave to a small   face beaming over the fence   separating their house from   the neighbor's.

  Elias probably won't care for him   going out for a while. Not every day   is a day for hard training. So, he   leaves Logan at home and makes   his way down the slanted driveway,   across the street, after waiting   for the red light to change and   stop traffic, and into the dog park,   greeting those he knows.

    But it seems as if Riley's already made a new friend.

[withevil]

  " you would make a fine subject. "       a mental note, scrawled into his        mind. he'll remember her face.

[withevil]

   [ and it crumbles. ]

           the city is slipping into the hands            of something never before seen,            a detective and his band of others            on one side, their group containing            a most precious asset to his operation--

                                and on the other side,                                 there is a woman. the                                 wrong place at the right                                 time.

                                                      he's preoccupied with her.                                                       it seems she's just come                                                       from one hellish dream...                                                       and now she is in another.

  ruvik approaches, the bottoms   of bare feet tapping against the   damp concrete, getting closer,   closer, until he's close enough   to touch her if he feels the need...                                                             and all he does is whisper                                                             right into her ear. words not                                                             accounted for as comfortable.

                                               " you're in my world now. "

[stxrnes]

  Well, he was walking, but now he's not.   Now, he's clutching that assault rifle to   his chest as if it's life itself.

  "Uh--"   Yeah. Frozen in fear is the   best way to describe it.

[snakehaired]

  The forest is always quiet, and thus she   spends most of her time wandering, lurking   silently slithering throughout the trees. Legs   are not needed where eyes cannot see, and   so she always takes the opportunity to be   herself, long serpentine tail slipping through   the brush as quietly as the wind itself.

      There's a snap behind her, body twisting to       see nothing, and paranoia strikes just as well       as a sword during a battle. Brows furrow, eyes       squint into a dim glow.

  However, the creature keeps moving, glancing   warily around to be aware of surroundings, and   she finally finds a small meadow where the trees   allow rays of sunshine through here and there.   It's peaceful before she hears the same noise   as before, and she turns, forked tongue flicking   for a moment. Voice is raspy, as if it is almost   completely gone.

                   "Show yourself."