#🏹|| gwyar

[thcdoomed]

"Halsin has been kidnapped."

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Dronia was tending to Inkblot when Gwyar came running toward her tent, urgency in both his step and his voice. Maybe even genuine concern. But he had fooled her before, feigning to be a kind and good soul, her trust had not yet been repaired. A dark brow quirked, the woman shot him a look, still uncertain if she should believe him after everything.

"If this is a ploy to lead me away from the others..." She would not allow him to manipulate her or play with her emotions again. "He was here not even an hour ago."

[thcdoomed]

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! || accepting [🏹]

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Were her muscles wound any tighter, they would snap like strings on an overtuned lute. Her body hunched, lurching over a fallen foe, hand gnarled and hovering on either side of her head. She was the picture of horror, drenched head to toe in blood, some of it her own, most of it not. In her head, a mantra repeated over and over until she could calm herself from the building urge to drain the rest of the blood from the man who lay dying at her feet. Control, control, control. They'll never trust you again, you're an animal. But then again, Scratch and Beak had better control than she did. All she had worked for in her life was complete control of her body and it felt like all of that hard work was being rapidly undone. It was a force she could barely contain.

The growl that rumbled past snarling lips was not quite human. Gwyar should know better than to approach something wild, so unpredictable. "Don't..." Focus, control, control, control.