ᅠ𝙄𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 ... 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ
ᅠThe husk's emotionless gaze remained locked on the other, a soft sigh. A soft shake of his head as the face remained neutral. Before the bleak voice spoke.
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❝ No, you wandered into my woods. ❞
ᅠThe husk's emotionless gaze remained locked on the other, a soft sigh. A soft shake of his head as the face remained neutral. Before the bleak voice spoke.
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❝ No, you wandered into my woods. ❞
ᅠSilent glaring. Furrowed brows. The only emotion he's able to convey, anger. A sharp inhale and a shallow exhale. The brown eyes of the man just locked at the putrid halfbreed.
❝ Toothpicks. ❞
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ᅠSilent glaring. Furrowed brows. The only emotion he's able to convey, anger. A sharp inhale and a shallow exhale. The brown eyes of the man just locked at the putrid halfbreed.
❝ Toothpicks. ❞
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ᅠJust standing there, menacingly. Did he stutter? Slow eye blink.
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ᅠJust standing there, menacingly. Did he stutter? Slow eye blink.
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