#mcthermurder

[sonsofnight-archive]

❂ = wiping blood off their face .

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With eyes glowing red and lips curled back to reveal sharp and blood stained fangs, he snapped at her finger as she touched his face, luckily for her he didn’t tear it off. He was tempted to though. “Do not touch me.” He barked, then went back to the human kill he had no intention of sharing,

[thebadtimewolf]

+9

“So, who do you think is going to win? My money’s on the bull...”

[angricst-blog]

@mcthermurder​

Paws squelched against the muddy forest floor and it was the only sound Paul could focus on. His normal silver coat was drenched leaving it looking almost black. The storm made it’s presence clear with its constant thundering and rain that never seemed to stop, it only came down heavier as the minutes passed.

His final destination came into view and he slowed down into a trot, head hanging low while narrowed eyes scanned the clearing where he said he’d meet Bahati. Spotting her small figure, Paul hid himself behind before a row a trees before shifting back into his human form. After pulling on his shorts and shoes, he steps back out. “You were wrong about the weather, little wolf--” His body was tense as he approached and a strained smile made its way onto his face. Something was wrong.