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a huff passed parted lips. ❛ i can't be here all night. ❜ a stain of blood ruled her chin as if it's own, not to mention the craved superfluous cut upon her forehead. the traces of brutal hustle were the least of her worries, it's safe to say, it's nothing compared to being in a cage. there was no one in the other side to hear a struggled growl and yet she seems to only notice another scent moments after. oh, the ire of a chained wolf. her freedom's taken for until the morrow comes and she can not function amongst humanity like she usually does. the tilt of head turned to see the woman whom she had shared intimacy with blood and fists. ❛ until now i haven't acted so reckless for a long time. ❜












