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  • FUCK LOVE ITS ALL A LIE

    Quiet.

    Serenity was welcome in the fiendish femme’s mind, her body rigid as she plant her paws into the dirt. Deep thought ensued as she sprout a little tree, body straining and nose tricking blood as the sapling rose. A harsh inhale followed, then her eyes opened to look at her work. Having expected more, she was disappointed. But, she needed to start somewhere. Inhaling again, she leaned forward, holding her paws on the tiny sapling and sprouting a little vine on it. The vine held small flowers, a welcome sight in this disgusting snowstorm.

    Min hated the cold.

    The way it frosted her paws, how is made her fur feel. All of it made the female’s stomach feel with the anticipation of disgust. Not to mention, how could she be in the mood to flirt when it was so drastically cold?


    I CANT SLEEP, ID RATHER DIE

    ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ
    ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ
    ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
    ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

    ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ
    ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
    ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ,
    ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇɴʏ, ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇɴʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ
    'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

  • The cold was far from something that the young caliby feline liked. She didn't like the illness it threatened, or how it so carelessly took away the resources they dug up or caught. She almost wished she came into this position as leader prior to the snow or after it all had melted away - maybe she'd be better at her job then. Whatever the case, Amelia had to stick with it. But it was almost refreshing to see another frowning face glaring down at the snow.


    "It's pretty," she mused softly as she drew close to Min, not interested in the woman's usual tactics and keeping her paws to herself.


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  • ------the snow truly was killing the vibe around the brigade. where as there was usually plentiful amounts of food to go around, now they were going hungry. it was good, especially with all of the growing kids around. cerulean wondered when they would have to start stealing prey in order to survive.


    dragging himself from his cold home and into the even colder outdoors cerulean ruffled his now brown pelt. back to brown it was for the time being. as opposed to last week's cream, the brown soaked up more of the winter sun and brought back that little bit of needed warmth. "a rose?" cerulean inquired as he stepped onto the scene, tipping his head in question towards the similarly freezing min. "is this your doing?" it was too cold for roses to naturally be blooming at the moment. if this was min's expertise, perhaps she could use it to keep their herb farms up-and-going to outlast the growing frost.


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  • FUCK LOVE ITS ALL A LIE

    She strained a bit, groaning under her breath as she wheezed and lifted herself back from the frozen wasteland. Amelia’s voice caught her attention, but not enough for her to stop altogether yet. Then, plunging her forepaws into the ground harder this time, she strained and strained, nose now streaming blood gently, causing a tulip to burst through the ground.

    Glancing over finally, wiping blood off her face, Min nods and motions at her tulip tiredly.


    I CANT SLEEP, ID RATHER DIE

    ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏɴ ᴏɴᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅ
    ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴇ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ
    ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
    ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ, ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ

    ɪᴛ's ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡᴀʟᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴋ
    ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ
    ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀs ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋ,
    ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇɴʏ, ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴇɴʏ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴛʜ ɪᴛ
    'ᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜɪs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪ'ᴍ sᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ

  • ✦ ✧ ✦ "Not as pretty as you," Murmurs the hellhound into Amelia's ear as he approaches. He recalls Min's momentary flirtation, but he had no interest in it. After all, Amelia was the only one for him. His gaze looks up from Amelia to glance at Min. "Nice power." He says. He doesn't really mean it. It was useless. "You might want to be careful, though. Nosebleeds can't be good."

    I MADE A DEAL WITH THE DEVIL INSIDE

    Ozymandias "Oz" Halcyon ☆ Painted Brigade Chromatic Officer, Ex-Cobalt Lieutenant☆ Hellhound ☆ PENNED BY DREAVYN

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  • ------another flower. and another cheesy comment. maybe ozzy wasn't the scariest person around after all. cerulean couldn't personally see what was so great about amelia, but he'd take ozzy's word for it. their love was sweet, sickeningly so. cer wondered if he could ever have a love like that.


    "you'd make a good hand in the herb garden" cerulean said with a joking tone "i've heard blood is especially nutritious" he was certain the vampires would agree. speaking of which, wasn't amelia a newly changed beast of the night? was she not triggered by the sight of fresh blood? giving their leader a once-over the brown tabby returned to his own thoughts with his ever-present sanguine smile.


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