i can dish it out, but i can't take it

[Apollo Haddix]

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we prey as wolves among the sheep
and slit the necks of soldiers while they sleep

He retied his bandana, running a hand through his silver hair and messing the razored chunks that fell over the material. Though he was unaware, Apollo looked largely like his father had when he was younger, though Pilot hadn’t been able to shift at such a young age. The virus had to be transferred to him, unlike Apollo who was born a Luperci.



He moved through the city, casting his mismatched gaze at store fronts to see if anything else might catch his interest. So far, nothing seemed worthy, and Apollo figured he might just head back towards Crimson Dreams after all. He wanted to practice some knife throwing maybe with his new weapon, but that could always wait. After all, he had learned a lot while he was away, and his skills were already finely tuned.



He rounded a street corner, stepping over broken glass that littered the crumbling concrete. Up ahead of him was a dark colored wolf – female, he assumed from her more slender frame. "Hey, what’s in the bag?" He called out, grinning a mischievous smirk as he began to jog to catch up. He found that interaction could be entertaining with the right people.

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