@Moonlightsgem "— Don't mistake that I want a rat." He returned the half-shaped creation down. "We are wolves, and they are— the bigger —

@Moonlightsgem — picture." He leaned down, blowing the dust off. "All bigger pictures need an outsider's eyes."

"Anything you wish to talk about, m' dear old @LeOtherLestrang.", and the picture he portrayed was everything that was, with his hands —

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— this, though, that it was met. And even when thick callous hand was lifted and thoroughly explored, @ofblacknight's thin reedy fingers —

— steel was safely secured also meant he now had a free reign over one to catch @ofblacknight's note and left the other to adapt to —

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|: I'm dying. Narcissa Malfoy Remus J. Lupin @ofblacknight Loki Scar-Lip @AWolfThatHeals

Aggressive, 'lass'? How ludicrous. 'We' haven't even began. So that @AWolfThatHeals's glare was to be met with a snort was a given, and —

@AWolfThatHeals — similarly, this walk. It's his rules to learn the lay of land, and this land has been his. And here, an intruder. —

@AWolfThatHeals — "Why?" The circle has came to a stop. Instead, leisure footfalls led him to a tree nearby, a ten years old beech, where —

@AWolfThatHeals — he fetched a knife from its location, tucked behind his back, and began to trim his nails. He likes them sharp, as with —

@AWolfThatHeals — his knife. "It's my woods. If you hadn't known before, now you do." "I don't like people coming to my woods, lass, —

@AWolfThatHeals — much less another werewolf that isn't mine. It makes me curious about their intentions. Were they lying...?" The knife —

@AWolfThatHeals — was minutely gestured to the left, and then right. "Were they not...?" A smile here, sharp like protruding nails, but —

@AWolfThatHeals — more so, his dropped tone. "What to do, 'what' to do?" "You wouldn't happen to be lying to me, would you?" A measure —

@AWolfThatHeals — of silence here, his eyes are eyes of those that hunt with their fangs and claws. "—Elethia."

"Those who fail to observe", meeting Loki Scar-Lip's eyes, those words he mumbled past a lone white tube. Funny, really— alone at birth, —

|: I am putting this account on semi-haitus. If you need me, I can be found at either — 𝐂astiel : ᵇᵃᵇʸˢᶦᵗᵗᵉʳ⁹⁷ or @davincescodec