#wanderingproteinwolf

[demanicthorns-blog]

@wanderingproteinwolf

After everything that had happened, Lucy hadn’t thought she could ever be as miserable as she had been a few years previous.

She had been wrong. 

Having awoken in the strange room in the middle of the night, she had spent the hours before sunrise wandering in search of answers. She had found none. 

Unaware that her vulnerability to sunlight had been negated when she had been brought to the city, the deman had managed to find a discarded blanket and taken shelter amide some bushes of what she would later come to know as sector 6.

Doing her best not to draw attention to herself, Lucy bit into her lower lip, trying to stifle her sobbing. 

[handsel-blog1]

@wanderingproteinwolf

She’s not in a mood, per se, but Celestia is never one to be particularly cheery at any time of day. So, she’s idly tapping her foot, creating a small tap-tap-tap rhythm against the tile of the coffee shop. The table is a bit wobbly, and she has to bite her lip to keep from complaining to an employee. 

Easy, she tells herself, easy. 

Someone bumping her table makes her hiss out a muffled expletive. “Do you mind?”

[reusmater-blog]

( @wanderingproteinwolf ) ♥ ( X ) 

                     The notion of becoming mired in someone else's convoluted game is equally vexatious and abysmal. Yet, this boisterous megalopolis seems utterly inescapable. A shame, really. Regardless, best meticulously familiarize herself with her new whereabouts. Compelled by that very foresight, she tersely poses one of the most significant of enquiries to form within her shrewd mind.

❝ Who's in charge here? It couldn't have been that SURGEON on the screen. ❞

[antheiin]

@wanderingproteinwolf

Sometimes, you just need to be stupid in public places. Sometimes, you just need to dance around and try to enjoy some of your lasting youth. That’s come down to a few options, and after enough time climbing trees in the park, Miriam had once again grown bored, fidgeting and tossing pinecones back and forth like little projectiles. 

Launching herself into a handstand, she grins at the person passing by. “Hello!” Her greeting is simple, a leg bent in a rudimentary wave. “I’m not in the way, am I?”

[rosetintedpoverty-blog]

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@wanderingproteinwolf

“Say, you wouldn’t happen to know a simple training guild to look pretty strong. I know i’m strong enough but my build is... not there yet. Any tips?”

[dotchr-blog]

@wanderingproteinwolf ✑ ( sc. )

     “Do you always dress like that?”

An innocent question - she’s a curious being, after all! But, really, what’s with the outfit? A cape, no shirt, pants. Maybe he was trying to show off or something? Trying to attract a date or something? Monika could only guess. But, in reality, it’s a design. Even in a place like this, it seemed like people didn’t change up their wardrobe either! Talk about the lack of creativity.

     “Ahaha, I don’t mean any offense! You just look like you came out      of a fighting game! Do you box?”

[perfectmayuge]

@wanderingproteinwolf

“Geh... why do people think wearing such a cape in public is alright? It is a distraction to others, and for the individual wearing them, they could find themselves caught in something and hurt themselves!”