Oct 6, 2025
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[Howlbacks.]
((Who would you like a thread from love?))
(( *SCREAMS* ))
//*cough* anyone. Whomever you want to send at us. Who do you want to interact with?
*He thrusts the stake at her* Do you think I am afraid of you? I've tracked down tougher stuff than you, girlie. I've dealt with scarier men and not gotten a scratch on me. Do your worst, or try. Punishment will be gladly dealt.
"That is it.” Skye quickly grabbed the stake and jerked while she stepped to the side and let physics do its work. "Let. Go of it. Now," she snarled, as her eyes turned and stayed gold. Her teeth were growing sharper and she could feel fur on her back sprouting.
"You better fucking be afraid of me, greyface. You have no idea what you have just gotten into."
I did some research, yes. You are a nuisance to some, a bully to others. You have a sister, but she was adopted while your mother kept you. You ingrate, you ran away but couldn't stand to support yourself on your own so you came back. You are an angry, unruly little bitch, and before the day is up, you will be broken. I will show you how it is to really be alone.
At the word ‘ingrate’ Skye almost lost control of her shift. Fortunately, she didn’t, but her eyes flashed gold.
"Really… " she growled in a low, menacing tone. "You know so much about me, you think? You think I am angry now? Continue talking, then I will show you angry and unruly."
Language! Oh, but you are finally getting it. I am no mere lowly bounty hunter, though. I'm a man on a sacred mission to rid the world of vermin and do right by the hardworking men who employ me.
"What?" She had flinched when he yelled, but now he was just rambling like a madman about some kind of purpose. Something about- No wait. "What the Hell did you just say? Are you seriously telling me… Wait a minute. Get off your damn high horse, and come speak to me on my level." Skye was shaking now; she was angry and she didn’t care to hide it. "Tell me, mister. Do you know who you are talking to? Do you know exactly who I am?"
A game? No you don't want to play games with me, Skye. You really don't. I'm not really a game-player. Especially when I'm working, and I am working now. *He flourishes the stake at her*
"Party… pooper," she retorted hesitantly. It took every bit of willpower Skye had not to jump back or run when the man pointed the stake at her. Her nose flared and she pursed her lips, fear flashing in her eyes.
"What are like… Are you a bounty hunter? I thought bounty hunters were supposed to just bring th— oh. You cannot find your intended target. Oh fuck.”
What. What do I want? You ran away! You- no. I must not lose my temper yet. Come here, girl. *He snaps and points in front of himself*
All indignation was suppressed for the sake of survival.
"I would rather not. Now that I have a fighting chance, I would like to take that opportunity. How about a game, first? No one can turn down games. It will be a high stakes— nevermind." She rubbed her palms but stood her ground.
Do you remember me?
Not really, no. Enlighten me, greyface.