#warwick.

[chillixiel]

celestial patron priest? call that a halovarlock

[thearcadiumarg]

Who exactly are you? And why is your Arcadium look like it came right out of the 70’s?

"My name is Warwick to those I do not know personally." Warwick replies. "It was created in the 70s. A rather...fond era for myself and Buddy."

[hangszerelem]

* Warwick Corvette nyakjavítás. Így néz ki készen a munka. De a történetnek még mindig nincs vége, holnap jön a folytatás...

* Warwick Corvette neck repair. This is, how it looks finished. But the story is still not over, wait for what's coming tomorrow...

#Warwick #Crovette #nyakjavítás #neckrepair #szakáll #volute #hangszerész #luthier #gitárjavítás #guitarrepair

[bloodykneestm]

"gator—" the deputy's strange name rolls off his tongue with a characteristic crispness and clarity, affably beckoning him into his office. ( he's a strange one, this young man. unreadable, unpredictable. he's caught warwick's attention. ) "you know, since i arrived here, i feel like we really haven't had a chance to talk. i've gotten to know almost everyone but i feel like we're all but strangers! do you have a little time?"

@dogtccth liked this for a starter!

[forhunting]

🐺🐺🐺 @chemicalmongrel

eyes slitted readily at the sound that seemed to reverberate through her chest. the creature she stalked had done so in turn. carcasses of spoiled kills had been in its wake. beastial, the oppressive scent of the thing afflicted her in turn. yet still she’d persisted treading cautiously and not daring to question where it would come from.

she’d been close, the warning echoed in the back of her mind. silence seemed to pursue her, as if the entire jungle had held its breath in a moment of tension for the pair’s inevitable collision. fingers coiled all the more tightly against the spear she bore, thoughts not racing yet focused.

had she been afraid?

no.

she was excited—a far cry from lesser hunters it had been an all too amassing draw against the unequivocally powerful need to stop the creature’s mindless destruction.

movement.

muscles begged for action and she primed herself. a thunderous roar bellowed deep in her chest just as the creature lunged. foliage kicked up in a wave just as her spear flew. the collision felt as if it shook the trees themselves as her form turned in due measure.

beast would content with beast.