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[theirfight-blog]

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        ❛ when you look at mankind, what do you see ?  ---  i see inferiority .. yet they somehow have control over the majority of the earth. ❜

[thegirlwiththebuffytattoo]

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They’d strung her up like a marionette, hanging freely from two large meat hooks positioned just between her shoulder blades. Bound by silver chains that sizzled against her skin, the poisoning made her weak. Weak enough to disregard shooting the wolf up with horse tranquilizer to keep her docile. She’d put up a hell of a fight to avoid this exact outcome but to no avail. 

Her head hung low, tucked in against her chest that ached like the rest of her beaten body. Burn marks from a hot iron poker littered her legs and abdomen. There was no way she’d be able to escape now, not in this condition. She’d imagined her death to be somewhat majestic---not at the hands of thugs hoping to barter her for trade like a commodity. 

While her senses dulled, the loud skirmish coming from the other side of the steel door perked her ears as she struggled against the chains. A swollen eye opened as much as it possibly could, watching the light ebb and flow from the small space between the door and the floor. Before she could call out to her captors to find out what the hell was happening, the door burst from it’s hinges, sliding just below her dangling feet. “---Took you long enough,” she exhaled painfully.

[apragmatist-blog1]

re; continued | @mcbiisms.

        “---woof, woof. it’s time to get to bed.”

[finalshapes]

     over the years it’s become easier for her to predict when the intruders will come, when they’ll pierce through the walls she had always thought as impenetrable and find their way into her home, into the very heart of her labyrinth, without care for its resident. 

     so to hear one now is strange and more than a little terrifying. 

     she doesn’t speak, just watches from the shadows for long moments, trying to judge what this person’s intent is. she’s alone, asterion knows that much, but WHY? they never come alone. they bring others. and there are always more. 

     “this is. my home. you are not with the others. why. why.” 

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[orphanedshadow]

What happens in Vegas

It had taken her months to collect the information she needed, people were either far too scared, or far too loyal to tell her much of anything. It was quite admirable if she was to be completely honest, although also profoundly irritating. The hunter had been hoping for a short hunt, although she had expected it to take at least a little while, you don’t figure out what someone you aren’t even in the same circles as is without a little legwork, but the woman she was hunting was clever and the most she had gotten was that she seemed to have existed for more than a hundred years.

That was what drove the young hunter to try something different. Putting on her best (well more like the one with no visible bloodstains, but still) leather jacket and clothing without holes in them she heads out to one of the Casinos where she had heard her target sometimes spends time. Kara enters carefully, slipping past security with relative ease, before beginning to look around for something that might give her a hint about what she was dealing with.

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[wxrrior-blog1]

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A pair of thin lips twist then purse. Chocolate orbs tick, tick, ticking along the length of an arm hooked around her own while that all too familiar noose knots itself and tightens around her stomach. She’s hit a brand new all time low. She keeps thinkin’ about how the only way left to go is up. So why does she feel like she’s sinking, sinking, sinking. 

“Won’t be long now.” A throat clears, the lump that’s taken up permanent residency in the middle of her esophagus makes it difficult to swallow, to speak. “You’ll get your money soon and then we can cut the shit.”

[condemncd]

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“So you can just pretty much-- ya know-- change-- any time you want? Doesn’t gotta be a full moon or anything? ‘Cause that must be nice. The whole control thing? Sounds nice.” The whole control thing, a luxury she can’t indulge in. Not yet, anyway. Maybe one day. 

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

[apragmatist-blog1]

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          “---hey, can you come get me? i might’ve gotten into a fight a little bit.”