IS IT REALLY A CRIME (Open, fight)

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ONISION M.F.
FIREBALL && ASCENDANTS
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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.

Oni had been sunbathing when he heard the call from Thea, cold blue eyes opening and narrowing in annoyance. Could this bitch ever get enough of fighting? She'd get herself killed from all of the fights she got into constantly. Lifting his head, he stared at the unfamiliar large feline form of Thea, eyes narrowing again. "Fuck off, Thea. Go fight someone your own size." Onision grunted in response, standing up and favoring his broken leg before scooting off of the stone he had been sunbathing on before. It was true, it'd take him either losing his temper, getting terribly hurt, or on the verge of fight or flight response to get him to shift. His wolf was asleep inside of him, dwelling in the deepest parts of his genetics for now. Margaery had warned him, and Oni was trying his best to remain calm in this situation.

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