𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝.

You wanted a war? Sabretooth' just gave ya a war.

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

𝘝𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘊𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘴 𝘚𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩.

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

Reeking with the stench of blood.

But not his own.

[Laura Kinney. @Goreverine]

https://t.co/c2E7YmsuI8

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

The brute folded his arms over his chest.

"Sounds like I gotta give you a history lesson, kiddo."

[𝐈𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 PI @CreedIlona]

She huffed a laugh, poking his chest. “God of the hunt, you wish.”

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

Coming in. It's good to be back.

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

"Keep dreamin'. They used to call me God of the Hunt."

[𝐈𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 PI @CreedIlona]

A smirk grows on her face.

“Watch out pops, might beat your ass, can’t catch me” she’s in the same jest mood

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

Eyes thinned, focusing. "And it'll be the last, smart ass."

His tone held no malice but was jest.

[𝐈𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 PI @CreedIlona]

That causes an eyebrow raise “first time I’ve heard that.”

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

"Won't see me complainin'. Yer a godsend."

[𝐈𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 PI @CreedIlona]

Well finally a type of cheer she can enjoy too “hope you don’t mind whiskey pops.”

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

"Something I'd actually appreciate, don't even gotta ask."

[𝐈𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝 PI @CreedIlona]

“Ehm- want some Christmas booze?”

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

Hardy-har-har. Hilarious, red.

[ＲＡＶＥＮ @MasterMetamorph]

I was wondering when I was going to throw up today.

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

Daddy's 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘.

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

@PerfectMutate — punishment to said lowlife.

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

@PerfectMutate "I know." The words left his wide side-grinning mouth, the tone of his voice jokingly conceited.

"Bein' apart from you too long ain't ideal. Who else is gonna keep me check when some lowlife pisses me off?" Though most likely in that situation they'd both revel in dishing out —

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

@PerfectMutate — was an experience like none other. It was like complete and utter bliss, something his existence had been lacking extremely. She was a breath of fresh air and he had been drowning his whole life.

"I'm the luckiest S.O.B alive."

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

@PerfectMutate To them, silence was like another language, a love language. No awkwardness, no misunderstandings, no need to state the obvious, etc. It was just the two of them reveling in the moment. His gaze shifted focus from the horizon to a much more elegant sight, Monet. Watching her —

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

@NoCryingInNoir — is a golden opportunity for whoever needs em. I woulda told ya no if I wasn't curious." Finally flicking the cigar to the ground, Victor turned to Jamie.

"Who's the prey ya want me stalking?"

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

@NoCryingInNoir A brusque and deep chuckle left him before he blew out the cigar smoke. Victor continued looking off into the distance.

"And 'course you come to one of the only men without boundaries. You were right, this is good." More smoke filled the air.

"Getting a tracker for a P.I role —

[𝔖𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔞. @butterflydevour]

https://t.co/h6nBmkjyv7

[Fantomex. @WeaponXlll]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
https://t.co/tZCCIh1gvm

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

@metalanatomy — and made his way towards the exit. Now he came face-to-face with his long time rival.

"Figured you'd be here. Ya know how many people I had to kill t' find out where your small ass was hidin'?" The larger's tiger-like claws slowly extended out from his fingers.

[𝙎𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙝. @FeralPredator]

@metalanatomy The other picking up on his counter was of no surprise. Their tracking skills surpass even those of which said to be elite in said field.

"𝙍𝙪𝙣𝙩..." The brute mumbled to himself. A devious grin plastered itself upon his face before taking a shot. Eagerly, Victor stood up —