“It's okay.”
The hug caught him off caught, but he nonetheless returned the gesture, sniffling. “Are you sure…?”
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“It's okay.”
The hug caught him off caught, but he nonetheless returned the gesture, sniffling. “Are you sure…?”
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Xaniel probably had a rough day, but didn't tell Sav that. Despite that, he knew something was wrong without having to ask, so he let him lean against him for comfort. It had been like that for at least half an hour before he realised that the snowy haired man had fallen asleep. "Oh--!" Poor thing must've been tired. Instead of moving or attempting to wake him up, he just stayed put. No need to disturb him.
Drawing of bluethemoonwolf’s OC, Xaniel, for winning the followers giveaway!
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[ ; —– ☠ ] Gϋnther could not explain what had befell over him. Patrolling the halls one moment, the next, sheering agonizing pain. It consumed his entire body, right down to his bones. Holding his mangled face with his right hand, a loud, disgruntled roar left the monster. It was unfamiliar, yet oh so familiar that it hurt. It was one he felt 215 years ago. Soon, however, as the transformation hit it’s next stage, the six foot five man was upon the ground, both hands holding his face.
; The monstrous, guttural bellows that once made one’s hair stand on end morphed into a man’s scream. Gϋnther’s shoulders bunched against each other, his sweaty palms hitting the stone floor and his body on his knees. His head hung between his shoulders, his dark brown eyes squeezed shut. Deep, throaty pants left the forty-five year old man as his new body lay on the floor. Of course, no clothes were upon his body, however that was a small factor. Groaning, he suddenly fell onto one side, his back against the stone wall.
; Leaning on his left forearm, he still failed to catch wind of what exactly had happened. Steaming, white hot pain continued to ebb across his skin, meaningless tears pooling from the corners of his eyes. Groaning, his shaggy hair connected with the ground as he completely relaxed against it. Whimpering to himself, Gϋnther kept his eyes closed in hopes that the pain would dull down. Of course it would eventually, but he must keep still. And that is exactly what he continued to do.
I'm sure it will be ♡ thank you! Yeah, hiding behind anonymity to send hate is pretty pathetic. Why waste time doing that anyway, y'know?
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(( dude werewolf creggo is- oooohmygod yes but hOW to GET it right omggg ill start thinking of a way to make the starter, ok? it will be there, and otherwise u can punch me another ask to tell me to give that starter!))