April 2013
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Feeding Line
r-connolly:
Noah’s words blended together as soon as he brought up Ryker turning her, a whir of incoherent sounds that ended in blame and a rap to the skull. Instantly, a switch flipped, further egged on by the way Shiloh had snapped at him for the third time that night. A furious snarl rumbled in his throat as he spun around, his hand nearly snapping forward to grab his cousin by the throat and...
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Feeding Line
r-connolly:
Blood was beginning to pool against the shirt he had wrapped around his shoulder and he saw, out of the corner of his eye, the way Nat’s nose rose to the sky when his hand flew to cover the wound. It stung upon impact, but it was nothing close to the pain he’d felt in the past and it sure as hell couldn’t touch the misery of seeing Shiloh transform. It’d heal within a couple of days,...
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Feeding Line
r-connolly:
Shiloh was in the distance, wrestling off her clothing and curling toward the ground in agony. The street lamps highlighted her form and it made him move that much quicker toward her, worried that a person might get a peek at the “monster” the brunette was turning into. There’d been a few stories here and there, since the wolves had inhabited the town for many, many years, but...
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Feeding Line
r-connolly:
The pain was hardly registered except for the aggravating pinch he felt at his shoulder, his forehead wrinkling with concern as he glanced down to look at the woman in his arms. That’s when Ryker saw the blood dribbling down his chest and staining his muscle tee; her mouth latched on to him with fury. “What the fuck!” He shouted, his senses finally reacting to her bite and the burn...
March 2013
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Feeding Line
r-connolly:
There was too much of it; he knew that. The reasoning behind him asking to see the bite right then and there had been selfish. There had still been a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t happening. Except everything pointed to it. Ryker had seen too many transformations to count, at every stage; he knew what was before him. The way she croaked out her words sorely, her...
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Feeding Line
r-connolly:
There was no way for him to stop it, no matter how much his body screeched in protest to the inevitable. The sound of her voice, the anguish he knew all too well twined around every note and Ryker swore he could feel his own transformation coming on. He couldn’t. He had to be here, in the now. He had to be human. Everything faded away into darkness except for the woman in front of...
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Feeding Line
r-connolly:
Shiloh’s scent the other night haunted him, snaking into every waking thought and dream. There was no way. She couldn’t be. This wasn’t going to happen to her. It couldn’t. Everything in Ryker’s body protested, the throe rolling over him viciously, smashing into his bones so that they nearly fractured. It was the last thing in the world she deserved. It had been why he’d decided it...
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does it bury your burden, baby?
r-connolly:
Would you like to hear how much I really wish you would’ve stayed the fuck out of town? That question seared, a bullet striking him in the chest. Maybe he’d been wrong about why she’d broken things off. It baffled him that his mysterious bruises and nights out could have spurred such animosity, and it left him at a loss for words. Despite the spit of her tone, Shiloh was wincing as...
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does it bury your burden, baby?
r-connolly:
A chuckle rolled out when he caught the words she mumbled, glad that Natalie had been far enough away not to hear. Ryker was usually able to reign in his friend, but her temper often got the best of her and there was only so much he could do before he had little choice but to restrain her. It wouldn’t have been the first time. But when he faced the despondence on Shiloh’s features,...
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does it bury your burden, baby?
r-connolly:
Shiloh had infiltrated his mind more times than he could even keep track of in the time he’d been gone – no matter how much he’d tried to fight it. All it took was the perfect who-gives-a-fuck song to come on, nature constructing an image of freedom so immaculate that words couldn’t begin to chronicle, or when some idiotic prick got a scalding mug of coffee poured into his lap for...
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kiss my gentle burning bruise. || march 23rd, 1994
She lay in her bed, thin arms wrapped around the mangled, dirty rabbit that she’d carried around for more than five months now. It had been innocently sitting outside on the curb, dirt covering its left side and one of its ears almost torn completely off. Shiloh had been wandering the neighborhood, something that she’d couldn’t understand was dangerous, when she’d stumbled upon it. To her, it...
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does it bury your burden, baby?
r-connolly:
Ryker ambled into the pub, being tugged along by the same leggy brunette who’d guarded his side throughout his adolescence. “Look who’s here!” She announced to the entire place, spreading her arms out with a broad grin before jostling forward into the pack that crowded at a table near the rear. A diffident smirk passed over his features as he bowed his head, a hand falling onto the...
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does it bury your burden, baby?
The rush of the bar patrons buzzed around Shiloh’s head as she moved behind the bar, fingers moving along to exchange money from hands and pass glasses filled with burning alcohol to those that demanded it. Eyes flicking up from her spot as she filled yet another mug full of pale-gold beer, foam building and rising over the rim of the glass as it threatened to spill. Sliding it towards the...
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wrath
fuckyeah-char-dev:
Wrath may be described as inordinate and uncontrolled feelings of hatred and anger. Wrath, in its purest form, presents with self-destructiveness, violence, and hate that may provoke feuds that can go on for centuries. Feelings of anger can manifest in different ways, including impatience, revenge, and vigilantism.
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humility
fuckyeah-char-dev:
Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it is thinking of yourself less. A hermeneutic of suspicion toward yourself and charity toward people you disagree with. The courage of the heart necessary to undertake tasks which are difficult, tedious or unglamorous, and to graciously accept the sacrifices involved.
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type four: the individualist
fuckyeah-char-dev:
type four THE INDIVIDUALIST
➜ HEALTHY - Self-aware, introspective, on the “search for self,” aware of feelings and inner impulses. Sensitive and intuitive both to self and others: gentle, tactful, compassionate. Highly personal, individualistic, “true to self.” Self-revealing, emotionally honest, humane. Ironic view of self and life: can be serious and funny, vulnerable and...
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the history of shiloh de rossi.
In hindsight, Shiloh has been fucked from the get-go, even before she had been born. Her mother, Danielle, was an undiagnosed paranoid schizophrenic and her father, Dante (known as Greg), had a sadistic streak that bordered into a personality disorder. Both her parents grew up in tumultuous households - her father’s a classic Italian family and her mother’s an abusive Romani family - and made...
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chaotic good
fuckyeah-char-dev:
Chaotic Good is known as the “Beatific,” “Rebel,” or “Cynic” alignment. A Chaotic Good character favors change for a greater good, disdains bureaucratic organizations that get in the way of social improvement, and places a high value on personal freedom, not only for oneself, but for others as well. They always intend to do the right thing, but their methods are generally...
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ISFP: the Artist
fuckyeah-char-dev:
ISFPs are artistic, creative, loyal and sensitive. They have a keen appreciation for beauty because of their highly developed senses. They are easy to get along with and live in the “here and now”. ISFPs are adaptable, caring, independent and like to contribute to the well-being of others. They are typically hard to get to know.
STRENGTHS
Warm, friendly and affirming by...
