Of The Hunt
Of The Hunt
And the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold
Lydia Park
Indie Multi-Fandom OC.
[ formerly anchorpxint ]
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artemisesque:

                                                   [ indie multifandom OC ]

                                      ➳ gif/icon chat, para, multipara, etc
                                      ➳ multifandom, multiship, multiverse
                                      ➳ loves plotting, memes, and all that
                                      ➳ 11+ years of roleplaying experience

                                 [     homeaboutrulesmessage     ]

artemisesque:

                                                   [ indie multifandom OC ]

                                      ➳ gif/icon chat, para, multipara, etc
                                      ➳ multifandom, multiship, multiverse
                                      ➳ loves plotting, memes, and all that
                                      ➳ 11+ years of roleplaying experience

                                 [     homeaboutrulesmessage     ]

                                                   [ indie multifandom OC ]

                                      ➳ gif/icon chat, para, multipara, etc
                                      ➳ multifandom, multiship, multiverse
                                      ➳ loves plotting, memes, and all that
                                      ➳ 11+ years of roleplaying experience

                                 [     homeaboutrulesmessage     ]

anchorpxint:

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            Eyes narrowed in the darkness, seeing no 
            features; only a silhouette, outlined by the
            street lamps outside. 

            Her shot was steady, her grip relaxed, but
            her mind was wired, spinning. Aim leveled
            with the intruder’s leg—she won’t be shooting
            to kill; not yet—she drew in a slow breath.

                          “Who the hell are you, and what are you doing
                           in my apartment?”

            There was no shake in her voice; deceptive calm
             settling over her features.  

                        

image

            Eyes narrowed in the darkness, seeing no 
            features; only a silhouette, outlined by the
            street lamps outside. 

            Her shot was steady, her grip relaxed, but
            her mind was wired, spinning. Aim leveled
            with the intruder’s leg–she won’t be shooting
            to kill; not yet–she drew in a slow breath.

                          “Who the hell are you, and what are you doing
                           in my apartment?”

            There was no shake in her voice; deceptive calm
             settling over her features.  

                        

slutjensen