#farfromdomesticated

[factssphere]

Fact.

Fact: Sabertooth once killed an entire city singlehandedly and accidentally. He was merely trying to aggressively catch a butterfly and was not paying attention to his surroundings. 3.1 million people were killed and the butterfly escaped.

[bad-jew-jew]

farfromdomesticated started following you

Wanda's eyes narrow sharply, body tensing like a strung bow.

"Of course you wouldn't be genderbent in this 'verse, would you?   Naw, that'd be an improvement, and we couldn't have that, now.   Lemme guess: nothing else of yours has improved either?  Same old lady killer?" 

While it is entirely possible that this Creed is different from the one she's used to, there is no way in hell she'll risk letting her guard down around him, and frankly, she doesn't care if he's not the same.  He's still Sabertooth, and that's always cause for alarm.

[faithdarkslayer]

farfromdomesticated said: “Faithy,” his voice feigns endearment as he watches her with those unflinching eyes of his, “it’s been a Dog’s Age, hasn’t it? Yes, yes it has.” Answering his own question, both of his arms outstretching towards her. “Give us a kiss?”

  "Didn't anyone tell you it's rude to answer your own questions," she countered, smirking slightly as she crossed her arms. "But yeah, dog's age fits just as any other word for it, I guess." Cocking an eyebrow, she shook her head in amusement, before sauntering closer. "Keep them fangs to yourself, yeah?" 

[faithdarkslayer]

"Oh where oh where did that Slayer go... Oh where oh where could she be? ♫" It isn't often Victor finds himself in LA but this just so happens to prove to be a special occasion, you might say. His bulky silhouette sprawled on a brick wall thanks to a rust-covered barrel acting as a makeshift furnace for the destitute on this cold winter night.

“Victor,” she greets him when she recognizes the man, having heard his song and wandered in this direction. “Well, well, didn’t think I’d be seeing you this soon again. What brings you to LA?” She keeps her distance, although she doesn’t actually fear him after their talk at the bar that night. She probably should, but she can’t find it in her to do so, not sure of his intentions yet. 

[bloodied-savior]

"I'm Sparkman, and you are?" The gold and blue clad male shifted, regarding the animalistic man before him, seeming to have a lowered guard despite the dangerous appearance Victor had.  "You certainly don't feel like the average human, that much I know."

[agentbrompton]

OOC

Off for the day for gaming.  Deadlands, here I come!

IF I owe anyone, please that someone send me a message. 

Waiting on responses from a few people, hope the threads aren't just dead.  Still want to play.  Sitting over here in the corner twiddling thumbs.  Hi!

[the-wolf-of-torchwood]

+ far-from-domesticated

As if this day couldn't get any better, leave it to a familiar face to "brighten" it up a bit. Victor Creed. Well, fuckin' great. Not quite hiding her displeasure with the entire situation and the fact that they were within five feet of one another, Rose folded her arms over her chest, eyes rolling back after she gave him a once-over. When she was sure he'd seen her, she shook her head and sighed. "Well, this is a blast from the past, yeah? Meow," she scoffed, one hand clawing at the air as a smirk threatened to tug at the corners of her lips. She fought it, however, face surprisingly stoic. She remembered their encounters-- the most prominent being that one tumble in the sheets and then that night in the alley where she thought, for sure, he'd tear her apart. Disemboweled teens out for a night on the town instead while she thought she'd crumble to the gravel and be sick. Neither of those were her favorite nights, but at least she got paid for the former. He wasn't a bad fuck, either, but, she detested him. Hate sex was good sex, wasn't it? Someone had said that once upon a time, hadn't they? There was something about the combination of lust and anger that really sparked. Leaning back against the wall, her brows raised. "Victor Creed," she said, clicking her tongue before grinning once. "My least favorite customer."