09-10-2017, 05:44 PM
[align=center][div style="background:; border: 0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12.5px;"]"Lucky Luciano." That was an idiotic name. Ironic given his current situation. A bitch's name. Stiffening, his eyes widened a little at the gunshot that rang within the warehouse, giving off a painful ringing in both his ears. His head turned to face the source, to see the white-hair he dreaded to see in a time like this. "Ceci-" The sentence wasn't going to be finished, he falls to the side as Charlie shoves him, launching himself after Cecil. Oh, fuck no. Quickly, the Overseer picks himself off the ground to race after the Warchief, reaching for the back of his collar, attempting to yank him back roughly and hopefully cut off some of his air supply. "Don't you fucking touch him. I'll kill you." he spat, eyes wide and flashing with a feral glint that made his chocolate rises shimmer.
Twisting around to face Dylan, the male's face was a blanket of stoicism, his dark brown gaze now frozen pools of inky ice. "Shoot me, ты сука," he hisses through clenched teeth, eyebrows furrowing as he defiantly stares back at the Badlander. His mother language rolls smoothly off his tongue, though it was rough, he hadn't used it in months, restricted to English since it was the most generic language around the country. "It'll be the last thing you ever do."
Twisting around to face Dylan, the male's face was a blanket of stoicism, his dark brown gaze now frozen pools of inky ice. "Shoot me, ты сука," he hisses through clenched teeth, eyebrows furrowing as he defiantly stares back at the Badlander. His mother language rolls smoothly off his tongue, though it was rough, he hadn't used it in months, restricted to English since it was the most generic language around the country. "It'll be the last thing you ever do."
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I JUST WANNA GET LOST IN YOUR LUNGS [div style="font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:1px"]WOLFBITE VOLKOV. ½ WOLFBUCK; DATING. BROKEN, BEATEN, BARELY ALIVE
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as part of bearbones, you have been vored
I JUST WANNA GET LOST IN YOUR LUNGS [div style="font-size:8.6pt;line-height:1;color:#000;font-family:arial;margin-top:1px"]WOLFBITE VOLKOV. ½ WOLFBUCK; DATING. BROKEN, BEATEN, BARELY ALIVE
﷽-â€â€Ââ€â€Â-–- PINTEREST & STORAGE & BIOGRAPHY --–-â€â€Ââ€â€Â﷽
as part of bearbones, you have been vored