01-27-2021, 01:24 AM
BURN
BRIGHT
BRIGHT
“Ah, Byriath, are you doing your telepathy again? I don’t think you’ve ever explained why you prefer to communicate in this way.” Ninazu, a user of the power herself, knew the power of jabbing into people’s minds. And if Stryker had been the true expert out of the couple, then she’d gotten to see his expert use up close…
Fuck. Stryker was still dead.
The kingpin sat back on her haunches with a heavy sigh, gritting her jaw and rolling her tongue over one long fang. She needed to do something about that. Hit the weed, eat a mushroom, or go fucking wreck the Typhoon. Maybe all three, but not necessarily in that order.
Her four ears twitched and she refocused on Bullitte Sky—though, with her pupil-less eyes, it was always difficult to tell her focus or presence on anything. “Glad to see you’re wearing the skin you picked out in the meeting. You adapting to the cold well? Gotten a chance to hunt a size-able trophy yet?”
Fuck. Stryker was still dead.
The kingpin sat back on her haunches with a heavy sigh, gritting her jaw and rolling her tongue over one long fang. She needed to do something about that. Hit the weed, eat a mushroom, or go fucking wreck the Typhoon. Maybe all three, but not necessarily in that order.
Her four ears twitched and she refocused on Bullitte Sky—though, with her pupil-less eyes, it was always difficult to tell her focus or presence on anything. “Glad to see you’re wearing the skin you picked out in the meeting. You adapting to the cold well? Gotten a chance to hunt a size-able trophy yet?”
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