Ancestor. Tbh I don't get why bother following if you're gonna ignore tbh

ᅠ ᅠ/ He seems to still not care despite all the commotion Allyster is doing ... spare the theatrics. ᅠ Allyster, I am unable to feel ... have you forgotten? ᅠ ᅠ/ Slowly healing and regenerating. Shifting into that sheep wolf in worn clothes. Uppies? ᅠ

ᅠ He misses a vaewolf. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ/ The literal cut in half man just walks and stands before the other. ᅠ Isn't this typical? ᅠ ᅠ/ To him, not to anyone else. Shifting to lay down and mend the wound. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠI am just John. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠJust cause he is a were doesn't mean he want uppies. Don't you dare try to pick him up. It's bad enough this sheep wolf hates other entities. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠSomething else. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠEye dangling from the nerve as the socket remained an abyss. His one eyed gaze is looking around. Walking around as usual. ᅠ

#mvrp #nsfwrp #sfwrp

ᅠ ᅠAlyster. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠHe's split in half but still walking. Unfazed. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠDeath rattling. He's reanimating back to life once more. Back to the world of the living. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ A /pup/. ❞ ᅠ

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖚𝖉 ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝒂 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉 ㅤ

ᅠ ᅠ Her tone only caused subtle irritation to the husk before her. Unable to really feel anything. A soft blink as he was waiting for her first move. Her chuckle was rather irritating to him. A soft full quick exhale. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠNo killing, that is what irked the hunter. Gripping his fishing spear a bit tighter. Sparking up a deal ᅠ ❝ You win you have some blood. I win - I have some of your flesh. Deal? ❞ ᅠ ᅠHe stated as he hunched over with his weapon. ᅠ

ᅠ 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. ᅠ ❝ No, you wandered into my woods. ❞

ᅠ ❝ Neither am I. Kinda pitiful to claim others to be one. ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ Loser? Sure you're not talking about yourself? ❞ ᅠ

尺乇丨Ҝ卂 ㄒ丂ㄩ几卂尺丨

@pinklycanpyre.bsky.social ᅠ ᅠA digit moved to poke her head. John is awakened once more in the realm of flesh. Curious with those emotionlessly cold hues.

ᅠ ❝ It is easy to smell your scent of cheap booze. Clearly, you have more problems than me. ❞ ᅠCold, brief, and quick. Those sheep eyes gazing at the wolf. A soft inhale and exhale. His version of a laugh. ᅠ

@hockeyhound.bsky.social ❝ You look pathetic. A drunken fool. ❞ ᅠThe sheep hues on the canine snout glared at the other. Merely doing detective work out in the city. A rarity. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ I ... ❞ ᅠ ᅠ Hesitantly choking up a bit and about to say the words before faltering. Looming over her typically and watching her. Curious as can be. Bleak eyes gazing down at her. ᅠ

Ancestor Kinda might flip. No one seems invested in here anyways.

ᅠ ᅠSoft blink and that emotionless face of his gazing at the woman. ❝ Your eyes are red and crimson like a blood moon. ❞ ᅠ Flirtatious? He's just hoping she didn't hear him. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠThe homeless man was honest to God trying to find a nice jacket to steal. ᅠ

@pinklycanpyre.bsky.social ᅠGlaring at her. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠThe husk's brown hues only glanced at the cigarette then to their own pair. A blink as his face remained static as ever. ❝ Nicotine, a crumpling addiction that kills. I do not have one, neither would I aid you. ❞ ᅠThe monotoned voice stated. A few more blinks before gazing back at the lake. ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠTaking the money as he crumpled it up. Putting it in his fishing vest's pocket. A pair of yellow aviators and a bucket hat. ❝ Farewell, lady. ❞ ᅠWalking his way to leave back to his own world. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ My five dollars. ❞ ᅠQuick, blunt, cold. He had no care nor sympathy for the Vaewolf. Especially after not paying him before dying. ᅠA thin arm with long digits spread demanding his money. He wanted it now of all times and to leave. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ ... ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ “You know…I missed that voice. Funny, huh.”

ᅠ ᅠMoving to walk over to the now older Zeppelin. ᅠBiting his lip hard enough to draw blood. A firm hand gripping the back of her collar. Lifting her up and spat right into her mouth. ᅠThe bitter blood. This John was searching countless times for her. Including how his owed him money. ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ You think I care what I am? Aren't you a hypocrite? ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ❝ Ew, more vampires. Go suck on someone's else blood. Your meat just is foul and rotten like the walking corpses your are. ❞ ᅠ

@pinklycanpyre.bsky.social 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. ❞ ᅠ

__________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐ ┊ ⋆ ┊ . ┊ ┊ 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 __________________ ׂׂ

@agentofarchives.bsky.social ᅠ ❝ By God if you do not tell me where she is I am going to mess up the multiverse. She owes me fucking money. ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠJohn is very well emotionless, but observant. He remembers so many things word for word and heart to heart. Those cold brown eyes glared and brows furrowed. ❝ Tone changed. Clearly I am not the only source of your fit. Usually you take my insults. No lashing out. Subtle irritation. Silent +

ᅠ ᅠThose brown eyes of his moved up and down as he looked at the features of Alyster. His other arm raised. The fingers cleaned their tears as he held their head softly in those cold lifeless palms. Internally, John wanted to source whatever was happening and murder who made such a meat of venison +

ᅠ ᅠWill silent Sheepwolf cuddles make it better? ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠTaken aback as his dark brown cold gaze shifted to gaze at the ground. Reminiscing silently from the actions Alyster displayed. It was too similar to that of his ex-wife, but he couldn't really feel such remorse. Neither did he feel bad. Despite owing this druid his entire life for saving him +

︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎︎ ︎ 『 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚅𝙰𝙼𝙿𝚈𝚁𝙴 』 — Queen Akasha — The Great Mother — Nihilistic Sadist writer is 21+ . mdni . #iwtvrp #mvrp #horrorrp ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎

ᅠ ❝ Paranormal investigators irritate men. ❞ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠBrown eyes of the anorexic tall figure blinked as he heard the tone of Alyster. The face remained the same as he got even more reaction. Seeing the druid mad was different - more accustomed to irritation. Moving to get closer and attempt to hold their hand. His lifeless cold feeble grip. Unable+