“ugh. you’re here too, hm? just what i needed.”
“ugh. you’re here too, hm? just what i needed.”
a hum as she raises her weapon, her keen eye pressing to the end of the scope.
“my sweet, little lamb.”
a cool and collected breath, steady hands guiding the weapon to where her eye sees fit.
crosshairs would align with the back of the satyr’s knee.
. . .
a hum as she raises her weapon, her keen eye pressing to the end of the scope.
“my sweet, little lamb.”
a cool and collected breath, steady hands guiding the weapon to where her eye sees fit.
crosshairs would align with the back of the satyr’s knee.
. . .
tension in her shoulders would fall, the voice of the satyr putting her at ease. a friendly face, hm?
“my, i didn’t expect you to be out here.” the sniper spoke, her usual sense of sarcasm absent in her tone.
tension in her shoulders would fall, the voice of the satyr putting her at ease. a friendly face, hm?
“my, i didn’t expect you to be out here.” the sniper spoke, her usual sense of sarcasm absent in her tone.
the sniper, however, isn’t well-acquainted with many of the others. perhaps she may actually have to go out of her way to socialise.
the sniper, however, isn’t well-acquainted with many of the others. perhaps she may actually have to go out of her way to socialise.
𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.
all it meant to her was more heads to aim her sights on.
“hm. things are getting… interesting.”
all it meant to her was more heads to aim her sights on.
“hm. things are getting… interesting.”
moira assassinated in the streets
moira assassinated in the streets
lover of all things horror!
a freelance musician
will bring down the establishment.
dms are always open for chatting / plotting, please don’t be shy!!
lover of all things horror!
a freelance musician
will bring down the establishment.
dms are always open for chatting / plotting, please don’t be shy!!