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I Got This Fucking Thorn In My Side
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Yarp 300+
Her scent and appearance, everything about her, had already been memorized and stored in the beast’s memory. Whether or not he would be able to dig it up again for later use was rather uncertain, because his mind was not always his own. The clock was ticking, always ticking away and stealing those precious fragments of his soul. The darkness pulsed silently beneath the surface, but the ocean that once had been crystal blue, then dark indigo, now held only black. He wondered if this female too would be able to taste the taint if she was to come closer. Haku had seen dark ghosts and shadows guiding his way in the past. Hallucinations that had led him to blood. He had not seen them lately, but he knew they were there, lurking just barely out of sight, just in the corner of his eyes. Whenever he turned to investigate this further, however, there was nothing. Always nothing. They were inside of him now.
An unpleasant smirk was what met the female once those words of hers were out in the open. Did she realize how lucky she was? ”That is a good thing.” the male responded, brilliant blue staying on her, hinting of darker forces dancing behind that deceiving colour. He had killed one of her pack members and she would never know. Perhaps he would whisper his dark secrets to her before his jaws were to silence her. Her coat whispered lavender, and he, like many other Dahlia members, had detected the hint of that same scent lingering with the dangerous traps that had been laid out, hungrily seeking misfortunate and careless body parts. ”Lavender is a dangerous scent to carry these days.” the man suddenly whispered, realizing that he could take this fresh evidence up with Dahlia’s leadership. Did the wolves of this woman’s pack carry such dreams as the pack’s name suggested?
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