I know you live to hate me
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[WC: 380 | Pts: 0] – Not tooo many scars please >.<



Tyko sat on the stump quietly. After he was done looking at the knife there was nothing left to do. He just looked around. Turning his head to the horse, Deo snorted. Tyko smiled at him awkwardly – and Tyko was never awkward. Only when he was alone with his horse apparently…

Meanwhile, before Abella was able to situate herself in a lying position on the ground- Malakai grabbed her by the throat. She immediately started to panic. The terror showed on her face as she looked at him wide eyed. The moment didn’t last long enough, however, as she was slammed against the ground. Before she could react to that one, she was punched in the stomach. She choked on the air that escaped her so quickly, and before she had the chance to recover from that – he began clawing at her chest. The piercing movements didn’t hurt at first as she was in shock. She laid still on the ground, quiet, not believing what was happening to her. She felt the man’s claws cut through her skin, but the pain she felt didn’t seem real to her. It felt white hot at first, but then faded to the back of her mind. Her eyes glazed over, as they would when someone was absent from consciousness. The male continued to hack away at her beautiful skin, but she showed no reaction.

Her mind took her back to a happy place – one of which was her homeland. She remembered her mother, and her father. And her siblings that were now dead. It seemed everyone’s family was attacked by some unworthy wolves or dogs – whatever they were. All she could remember was that she survived it. She had a few light scars from that night – fighting off what she could while running for her life to get away. She did that a lot – run for her life. She wasn’t too great at fighting, so running was her alternative. It was usually the one she picked first. All the pain was numb to her as she stayed out of her mind. Her past kept her occupied, and that night brought more water to her eyes. That was the only reaction he was getting out of her – tears – and they weren’t even for him.


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