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  • private // TWO OF A KIND

    It hurt. It hurt. Not the wound, no.. mentally she was exhausted and done and in agony. She couldn't protect herself. She couldn't protect herself. What good would she be to the clan? How long would it be until they decided she was no use to them anymore? She couldn't stop. She kept seeing her—dead—parents in her dreams. They were haunting her. No. She couldn't even protect herself from herself. How horrible was that?


    She smelled him before he approached, despite the alcohol still remaining in her bloodstream.. she could still tell it was him. He was there first. He had found her and did nothing. Nothing. He was going to let her die, and that scared her. She couldn't trust him. Not anymore. But did she ever? He was not worth her time, she had ultimately decided in the moments that he yet again stood there. It was as if he cared, he cared enough to ask, to think, but not to do. He should've just come in. He should've just come in. And yet he just stood there. Just like he did when she was bleeding out.


    "Tell me what you need or get out." Her rugged voice was strained with the effects of being wounded and mild sleep deprivation from the recent nightmares she had been enduring. The silver wolf stood, staring at him in the buttery afternoon sunlight through the entrance to the den. It was a shame there was no moss or anything of the like to block the entrance. It didn't matter, though. There was nobody here. And he couldn't see. He couldn't see the scar that ran from her chest to her stomach, a tear in the perfectly ivory fur that her underbelly was shaded in. Her silver fur was a little bit lighter as well — an effect of the time spent in the snow. Her eyes still burned fiercely, a bonfire in the midst of a killer summer that was in the wrong place. Cold. The rest of her was cold, even the color of her eyes.. but the depth in them was not. She turned away, flicking her tail as she did so and took a step towards her dagger situated on the floor not too far from her. Just in case. She would not fail this time, if someone decided to attack her.


    "You left me there to die. You didn't even move a muscle."

  • BLIZZARDCLAN CHATTING/PLOTTING THREAD

    HEHHDHDHD REDNECK AREA RELATE


    around the forth of july down in texas i can expect the smell of bbq following u everywhere, gunshots from ppl that hunt and an abundance of fireworks that r not to be confused with the gunshots

  • LOVE IN SHORT SUPPLY | BLIZZARDCLAN SHIPPING THREAD

    OH ya and definitely

    i can see them being lowkey bffs that exchange drama and like betting on what happens next


    [someone literally dies]

    aster: knew it u owe me $5

    jers: UM what no, i told u this was gonna happen hand over the big bucks babe


    ya ofc!


    and i've never met nayomi or like seen her posts but she seems super cool

  • plot w ferris (bueller)

    if ur up 4 it maybe friends/drinking buddies?

    asterin drank and got herself stabbed so idk if she'd drink unless she had someone to convince her,, so like ferris??