fuckin' hell mate

He had fucked off at some point, slipping away from "civilization" in order to figure out where the fuck he was. It was strange and almost frightening that he had simply gone in a massive circle, ending up right where he'd started with nothing to show for it. Jorg had assumed the lands to be the afterlife, yes, but now he knew the extent of the current realm and loathed how boxed in he felt. Surely death would have given him something more to work with other than this shit? Maybe only the pure fuckers got unlimited lands and shitty ones got shitty territories, much like himself. Either way, he was quite ready to punch a puppy in the face to alleviate some of the tension knitting his shoulders together. There were other options, yes, but Jorg preferred the most fucked up one.

He wasn't a good man in life, so why bother in death?

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pls forgive her she's just going thru it a lil bit rn, icc just in case

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gone was the longing and the needing; she is a caged thing of her own restraint and how unsure she feels in her skin. in this world. in this life, with only one out of a trove, a host of her children yet to be found. she feels one foot out and one foot within — not yet free of the remains of the tundrian gods that had left her here so unfeelingly; taken from her the years of even-headedness and returned all manner of volatility in its stead. and indecision that is not her own taunts her, treads after her restive wandering across these lands she seeks to make her own; and she cannot help how she bristles and briars, with each mark of hers that replenishes the borders and the wispful hide along her back risen in embittered weariness was now heavied with the company of mock-gentle rains.

and the appearance of one who seemed so bumbling and lost, attentiveless to fair, established perimeters only added to the hedgefire that stirred sour and witchoil within her gut.

the silvershrike rounds his way with an exhausted, lashing flare of tail brandishing skywards over stiff, slight hips; sodden snout gnashing, spitting as she strode to meet him traipsing over her border with mirrorbright eyes ignited and searing.

pleasantries and decency be damned.

"even in the rain, how absent of mind are you to be, to not notice what has been so firmly set underpaw? turn away."[/narrow]
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He didn't know what the fuck was happening, but all of a sudden some tiny chick was all flustered and yelling at him in some poetic ass bullshit way that screamed pretentious. Jorg's brows knitted together in a confused amusement at her bizarrely spoken words, to which he promptly replied: "Hva?" His tail wagged slowly, uncertainly, as his ears twitched and flattened gently against his head. "Jeg forstår deg ikke," the wolf mumbled. Did he know he was trespassing? Of course he did. Did he care? No. Was he going to play innocent to get out of it? Of course he was.

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[narrow width=800]his face melts into placidity, ears stowing away into his ruff and in that moment, it did not matter that she was littler; always within the shadow of towering males and disdainful females, with their hulking egos and even more overblown thoughts of grandeur — not for others, as it should be, but for their own selves. it did not matter that ( should he manage to catch her ) he could dash her skull against stone in one fell swoop.

but she was no idiot so easily swayed by false innocence, and none was she a sentinel who idled by as those with their mother's teats for brains shoved their ways into her lands with all pomp, circumstance, and disregard for everything she tried and thus failed to make do with; she was the fucking sotaherra who, if not turned by the appearance of one of her own calling, flung herself now towards him from up on high with a savage-wild roar.

he would meet her, here and now;
and he'd best understand this.

she was through with it all.[/narrow]
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Jorg would have barked out a laugh had he cared enough to, but to be quite honest, he had more important things to do than deal with tiny women and their flaming cunts. She was bitter and he shrugged, turned tail and left without much more of an argument.

Dumb bitch.

EXIT

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