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[lunaelisx]

Ow

send 'ow' for my muse's reaction to yours coming home with a black eye.

“You’re not a fucking human—I knew it,” Alex spewed the spoken words with a film of filth as thick as a puddle of plasma. He fell backward onto the concrete, spitting a mouthful of saliva that blended with his blood. The liquid’s consistency was sticky and smeared across a section of his cheek. And it was all he smelt. It was in the air and each time he inhaled oxygen into his charred lungs, the rusted scent invaded his olfactory system, like a taunt. The elder male engaged with the latter in a dispute that turned into claws clashing. Alex’s eyes were ablaze as he abhorred the fellow werewolf for his arrogance and impartial beliefs on the balance between humans and werewolves. “You give nothing to your sisters and brothers who are dying every day in order for you to stay alive. And carelessly you murder more and more humans, not giving a damn for them, my pack.” A flash of fangs and he charged at the elder with a fist, his knuckles pounding into one eye, albeit the ring on his forefinger scraped a layer of skin off of the alpha’s cheek. 

[kaixns-blog]

【 ᴊɪ&ᴊʀ 】sɪᴍɪʟɪs

Pubs, Kai thought, were like the melting pots of society, where every civilian--fatigued and stressed--would enter its doors for a drink or two. It was the one place a werewolf, Argent, and a human could socialize and say cheers with the alcohol heavily numbing their need to discriminate. It was the one place where the tension was the highest.

Kai felt it, as if it was palpable on his cheek. It was why he had chosen a spot in the corner where he could isolate himself from the drunken crowd and observe it at the same time. Sometimes, his own "co-workers" would be there, but Argents hardly piqued Kai's interest. There were always a few altercations--at least two in a week--where a discriminatory remark tossed in a drunken stupor would result in your typical bar brawl. They always ended the same way (much to Kai's disappointment) where the local authorities would be called in to arrest the werecreature in question.

Tonight, however, was fairly quiet, and the loudest noise was the blues playing in the background and the live news buzzing on the television. Kai sipped from his shot glass and thought it amusing how everyone looked so focused on the news, how some turned away, others scowled.

This time, a family of four humans had been discovered massacred in their own residence, the murderer still on the loose. It was a normal case, one of several that happened on a daily basis, but it still made Kai's stomach turn to see the gore on the news and be reminded how awful everything was. "Terrifying," he commented dryly, glancing at the man seated a few stools away from him. "To think that the murderer could be any of us."