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calloused palms fall to clothed thighs ; his breaths heavy and dry against the back of his throat. a few blinks later and dark eyes glance up beneath dark lashes. that was too close.
‘ thanks... fer that. ’
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calloused palms fall to clothed thighs ; his breaths heavy and dry against the back of his throat. a few blinks later and dark eyes glance up beneath dark lashes. that was too close.
‘ thanks... fer that. ’
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I really liked this design, and i wanted to work on poses. HANDS NOT SO MUCH.
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her balance was shaken as the ground beneath her quaked. quickly, her head turned to sky in hopes of finding the source of what was going on. where was peter? was he alright?! her head turned to look at the other woman besides her. first she needed to help the other before she sought out peter.
" lightning! we need to get out of here! "
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I'm really proud of this design. I took a little bit of everything from all three of Lightning's main outfits for her RWBY battle attire.
" look who's still prowlin' gotham streets. a+ for guts, soldier; most people turn tail after an hour. "
♖ ʀᴇxᴇᴛɪɢɴᴜs, ʟᴀᴢᴜʟɪss, sᴘᴀʀᴋsᴛʀɪᴋᴇs.
he sidesteps to avoid an oncoming fall upon witnessed to the sight of an intruder in extremely close range of one of the time gates. With stammer still collecting in the faint lines─ particularly along the ridges of his mouth and the skin between brows of pale skin.
Unusually, there was immediate duty of responsibility welled to protect something that holds dear to the absent friends.
He could not allow such a thing to go unnoticed.
” ─ Ah─ I'm sorry but I can't let you tamper with that.“
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She stands before the other girl, her gaze unimpressed as her arms crossed snugly over her chest. Do not fret; she tends to be this cold with everyone.
"Claire, is it? How nice it is to meet you."
Her tone says otherwise.
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No, she wasn't a colossi. Nor did she seem to be an enemy. Yet the boy stood his ground. Bow drawn, and ready. "Who are you?" His tone was rough, and quite inquisitive. He indeed still was young, giving him a reason to have such heavy curiosity.