( 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈. he still has nightmares about the r͟e͟s͟t͟ of that rogue appendage. his nose crinkles up, knee-jerk reaction, as he finishes checking the underside of her wrists. )
call it selfish, then, but I'd feel better if you asked me to go with you. I'd
i’m not always alone . thing comes with me . so there’s no need to worry about me .
﹙ puts the bag into the satchel she’s carrying and allows to be touched by him , resisting the urge to roll her eyes . ﹚
( contrast to the steady frown adorning his——Tyler steps forward, skateboard forgotten, giving the visible parts of her skin a critical once-over for serious wounds. )
I wish you'd stop going a͟l͟o͟n͟e͟.
what ﹖ have you never seen evidence before ﹖
﹙ 𝓶erlina isn’t trying to hide the fact that she’s holding a bag with a bloody knife : it looks like they’ve both been busy today . there’s a small smirk around the corner of her soft lips . ﹚
( lips quirk as board comes to a halt beneath beat up sneaker. )
just waiting for me to crack my skull open, huh? ( gaze falls to *𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 in her hand. . . ) what's that?
the ground. he turned in the direction the projectile had come from and roared in sheer rage, stepping forward defiantly as he ripped the arrow out with a sickening crunch, [purposely] positioning himself in front of 𝒎erlina as he looked for the archer he intended to kill.
her voice distorted in his ears as he succumbed to the creature within, unable to utter another word of warning before his mouth grew rows of jagged teeth.
two gnarled hands hit the ground with a heavy thud. the 𝙷𝚢𝚍𝚎 loomed twice the young woman's height, his large eyes ≫
something whistled through the air, followed by the gruesome sound of impalement.
the 𝙷𝚢𝚍𝚎 roared out in pain, rearing back and nearly missing knocking 𝒎erlina to the ground again ; a long black 𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄 stuck out of the beast's shoulder, a trail of blood dripping to ≫
black motorbike, parked between two red oak trees. his blood ran cold, immediately putting him on his guard as he glared at his surroundings for any sign of 𝘩𝘦𝘳. maybe this was another hallucination like Capri had mentioned, but he could swear @theblackdxhlia was nearby. . .
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this particular morning held an eerie silence as Tyler stalked down the wooded path, popping his jacket collar up against the bone-chilling cold. winter came earlier this far north, and he found himself missing vermont, if only for a bitter second.
it was his turn to hunt ≫
for the camp's next meal. and he used the term 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒑 loosely, with a sour twist to his expression whenever he tried to imagine this new living situation as anything else but a means to control a group of unchecked monsters.
what he 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 expecting to find was a ≫