#tetheredwclf

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@tetheredwclf !

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tetheredwclf

“Max! Max, she’s not here. She’s not anywhere. Her things haven’t moved, she didn’t make it back. Max, she’s still out there.” The man wasn’t meaning to yell, but he was shaking in the spot with panic. Having searched the room for any sign for his sister and having found none only having put the man further on edge.

“Max, Pandora is out there on her own. We have to go now. We have to go find her. Now.”

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max saw the scars that mapped out roman's body. moving towards the bed, hands on the mattress on both sides of him, she lowered herself to pepper kisses over the scars. starting from his abdomen to his chest, and followed with a small kiss on his forehead. "y'er safe now."

If Roman was actually sleeping, his natural response would be to cuddle her in close and not let her go until morning. To sleep with her hugged in close and protective, and slightly like the pups would do in dog piles.

If he would be awake, the smile to cross his lips would be undeniable and not be able to be passed off to sleep… but it would be sweet… And he’d sit up simply to kiss Max on the lips, and brush his hand against her cheek.. Then tell her she was safe too, because now she had him, and he wasn’t going to go anywhere.

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tetheredwclf replied to your post:Jesse is sending everyone nudes he’s like Oprah...

jesse nO.

shhh maxie i’m creating sinners

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          ❝ —— You all-right there?           Y'look LOST. ❞

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tetheredwclf

She’s been in bear form for a few days, finding a strong solace in the forest and the flowers. There’s something far simpler about being a bear-- eating when she wants (berries, fish...), sleeping when she wants. But she also feels safer like this, more alert as well-- doesn’t have to focus the senses to hear or smell something out of the ordinary because it’s already part of her.

When she turns her head to follow the sound of FOOTSTEPS, she sees a human girl (woman?) in the distance. But the initial scent she’d gotten was that of a WOLF. Anyone observer would see a large white bear give a hefty grunt before beginning a careful trek in the direction the girl was going. She’d return to her human form-- perhaps approach the girl if she hadn’t already spotted the bear following her.

[ecfligo]

Max: *can't find Jesse in a crowd* Max: Hm, this calls for drastic measures Max: *using her hands as a megaphone* JESSE IS A PIECE OF SHIT Max: Max: Max: MAX IS A PIECE OF SHIT Jesse: *in the distance, breaking a glass bottle* YOU WANNA GO M8 I'LL KICK UR FUCKIN ASS I SWEAR ON ME MUM Max: There he is.