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[fiiingertrap]

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Maddox: If I'd known they were going to come with you, I wouldn't have shown up.

Maddox: You could have given me a heads up, though.

[tinywolf-iliana-blog]

It’d been a long day/night, and the wolf had finally wandered back to Mercury Park, exhausted. She couldn’t even make it inside before she plopped herself down on the ground, closing her eyes for a quick nap. Iliana was about to fall asleep, stuck in that space between awake and sleep, when someone decided to be loud as fuck and wake her up. She snapped up, looking confused, “What the hell? Why are you making all the damn noise? I’m trying to sleep here.”

[callumknight-blog1]

"Is this normal around here too? The buffet walking into town heavily armored?” Not that he was complaining. There were finally humans, and humans meant fun. If they were hunters, however - well, maybe he’d have to wait and observe a little before he went to rip a few heads off, which was irritating to say the least. The urge to kill grew with each passing day like an itch he’d have to scratch sooner rather than later. 

[devereuxamelia-blog]

        “ c’est l’histoire de deux pommes de terre. une d’elles se fait écraser et l’autre s’écrie ... ” there’s a giggle on her lips and she lets out a snort before covering her lips, eyes wide. “ oh purée !! ” and amelia’s breath dies, smile covered by an oversized sleeve. “ ah ... the joke would have been much funnier if you understood french. ”

[betaxjamie-blog]

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like any of this one bit. The murder of the witch, the boundary lines being erased...if Jamie had been his wolf form it would have made his fur stand along his spine. He didn’t know what to think of Gemma’s actions; killing the witch but been a bold move but it worried him. He didn’t interact much with the witches but he had a feeling that it wasn’t a smart idea to anger them. Yes the wall had to come down but was this the way to do it? It was the open territories that made him the most worried. He didn’t want the leeches or anything else that could be a threat walking on in and threatening his pack. God he needed a smoke. If wasn’t often these days that he carved a cigarette but it was becoming one of those nights. So he pulled out his old lighter from his pocket and lit up as he walked, trying to get the smoke to help him clear his head. 

[tinywolf-iliana-blog]

After a few trying days of disagreements and unsettling discussions, Iliana was at her wits end. She needed a drink, and fortunately, the town came smack with a beautiful bar – or at least, one full of liquor. She assumed her angry face would be enough for people to stay away so she could be alone to wallow in her own self pity, but of course, even when she wasn’t looking for trouble, trouble seemed to find her. She felt hands grabbing her roughly, and the little wolf began to fight against the person, hollering as loud as she could, “Get your filthy hands off of me, before I kill you!” She didn’t have any advantage here - she’d been grabbed from behind, so the threat was empty. “Let me go!” 

[lydiahunts-blog]

After the disgusting display, Lydia disappeared, stomping through the woods. It would not do for anyone to see her at that moment for Lydia wore her emotions on her face. Not usually but, she was seeing red and she needed to snap out of it. She headed for the lake, hoping and praying that no one was there and she could meditate. She needed to not feel, she needed to think, she needed calm, she needed a plan of action. She would have gone home but she didn’t want to risk her neighbours hearing her scream. Her body vibrated with rage, with anger at the brazen display of power. The witch had been vulnerable, practically wetting themselves on the platform and that blood-sucking bitch ended his life like that. This was why she was raised the way she was, this was why she had chosen her path in life, this was why she hunted. To get rid of scum who had such little care for life, feeding and killing as they did. 

Lydia’s hands twitched by her side, constantly wishing for the tool belt she wore when hunting. She wished for the weight of her weapons, stakes, gun, whatever it took to take down the vampires. It was an instinct, drilled into her very soul. To fight, to defend the weak, to revenge the innocent. Without her weapons, she felt off balance. That was why, it took her a few seconds before she felt something behind her and stopped short, freezing where she stood. “Who’s there? Show yourself.”

[witchytess-bennett-blog]

She was going to kill to her. Tess was going to set that vampire bitch on fire for what she had done. When she had first heard that there wouldn’t be any more territory lines she had been excited at that prospect; she was tired of being told where she could and could not go. But then Gemma had brought that witch up on stage. He had looked about her age. And before Tess had even been able to take a step...he had been dead. It had shaken her to her core like nothing else ever had. At that moment she had felt her magic raging underneath her skin as her anger grew. It had taken everything in her to not send a wave of fire towards Gemma, her brother, and their little lap dog. But logic had snuck it’s way in through the flames in her mind and reminded her that she didn’t want to die too. She couldn’t kill the Queen without her King and her soldiers coming for her, especially when her castle was still a person for everyone inside it. One thing was certain though, that wall had to be taken down as soon as possible. 

Tess had taken off after the announcement, getting as far away from town as she could before she could do something really stupid.