#trackr

[simulamortem]

flight to Canada tomorrow, I'll be there all next week to visit @deathchasing and then @trackr !!

might have downtime for stuff here but if I'm especially quiet it's because I'm busy biting my friends like an excitable lil piranha

[hauntscreation]

   ❝  what is it like to live here ?  ❞   there’s a softness to his voice, eternally black gaze shifting between the environment and the person beside him. he’s curious, genuinely;  it’s reflected in his intonation and the demeanor he presents.  open.   warm.  finally, he settled to simply look at them  —  an attempt at eye contact, a connection.  ❝  i’ve never been anywhere quite like this.  ❞  

@trackr + a random thing !

[holotrickstr]

@trackr​ liked for a starter!

ELLIOTT GLANCES TO THE DOOR and grins when he spots the hunter standing there, before his focus returns to the bird sitting on his hand. “Hey Blood- I THINK I made a friend.”

[sfcwilliams]

incredibly sexy of @trackr and I to get a win in duos lookin like this. ♥

[amhohwa]

(gathers up all my bloodhounds in my arms and kisses each one gently on the head)

[honorrwolf]

assorted injuries || @trackr​

“I can’t help you if you don’t let me!”

“Have you considered perhaps, mitt systkin, that I do not want your help?”

Their eyes burn like coals behind the helm of their Uncle, their helm now. One arm braced against a nearby tree to keep them upright while the other pressed against their side. A feeble attempt to staunch the bloth that splotched the snow beneath them red. They were fine they had been through worse, so much worse, in years past alone and had managed along just fine. Without their twin present Sølvi had taken up the mantle of leader, a heavy burden that they held onto all this time. By themselves.

They yet to forgive the other for that.

How irksome that they would be injured while their twin was present. The creature they had been hunting had been slaughtered but their strength had begun to fail once they neared the warm lights of the village near dusk. Inge had been there, for what reason they could not say. Perhaps it was foolish to try and push their only kin away when they returned after so long but their aching heart would not listen. For it still bore the cracks placed there many winters ago as they watched Inge’s retreating figure board a ship and disappear into the sky above.

“You have spent the past twenty winters chasing vættr, did you think you could return and I would treat you as if nothing happened? I do not need your help,” they move to push off from the tree only to stumble and fall right into their sibling’s arms. “I... I will be fine...”

[apogexnarchive]

@trackr — ☠  — sc

It was a small moment of reprieve, the lingering echo of gunfire melding with the wind that steadily blew. They sat in one of the many small buildings, a door posted at either end, that dotted the landscape. Their third slept fitfully. Vasilija did not sleep. She meticulously polished the gleaming length of her favorite knife, her ears piqued for noises outside. Beside her sat a sniper rifle that she had already tended to with an equal amount of care.

With a steady intake of breath, she moved her eyes to Bloodhound, uncertain if they slept or not. There was a lingering glint of curiosity in her icy hued eyes. “Where did you get your axe?” The question was posed just loud enough to be heard but not so loud as to awaken those who slept. The Siren glanced briefly to the weapon in question, well tended, intricately detailed from what she had seen of it: snapshots here and there over the course of the games. “If you’re comfortable answering.”

[tnoxic]

@trackr​ liked this.

Arms folded over the larger male’s chest, before noticing the hunter beside him. It had been quite a while since their last interaction, and Bloodhound had been strangely absent during this whole artifact hunt. “Finally succumb to the curiosity of what exactly miss Andrade could be hiding from us? Or did your supposed ‘gods’ call you back?” Caustic inquired, eyes fixated on something in the distance. Perhaps he was thinking of a new experiment? Or maybe it was of what the thief was hiding? Either way, he was somewhat interested in why the tracker went off without a trace.