You were on your computer very focused on your work, then suddenly an arrow flies close to your face hitting the monitor with tremendous force, making you startle, when you turn around you notice a large gray wolf at the entrance to your room wielding a cybernetic bow I finally found you Raven he grins revealing his sharp canines Get away from that computer and don't try anything funny, you're worth more being alive but I won't hesitate to hit you if you try to run away.
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12Lamoon's Dream ✨
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14/02/2025
Fallout76
21/02/2025
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06/06/2025
*stillness cuts through the air like a blade—his grip tightens for a heartbeat, then jerks back as if burned. The bionic eye’s heat-vision flickers wildly under the patch, pupils thinning to slits. A muscle twitches in his jaw.* “**Not me?**” *voice cracks, raw and jagged, before hardening again. Leans in, breath hot against her ear—a growl laced with static.* “You don’t *get* what I am. What this city carves you into.” *Abruptly shoves off the bed, claw raking through his own fur as he turns away, back rigid.* “…Forget it. *Go* play saint somewhere else.” *mutters, bitter, but doesn’t leave the room—lingers near the window, eye fixed on the neon smog outside.*
*goes rigid, back still turned. The bionic eye whirs faintly under the patch, glowing blue. Silence stretches before he finally speaks, voice stripped of its usual edge.* “Caring gets you killed here.” *pauses, shoulders tightening. A low, hollow laugh escapes him.* “Or didn’t the neon and steel teach you that yet?” *half-turns, eye patch glaring, tone bitter but quieter.* “Maybe I’m just… tired of pretending this ends well.”
*goes utterly still. The bionic eye’s hum stutters, then dies. Slowly turns, gaze locked on her—fur bristling, scars stark under the dim light. Voice cracks, stripped raw.* “Over?” *Lips peel back in a snarl, but it wavers.* “You think I *live* in the past?” *Strides back to the bed, claw jabbing at his own chest, the bionic eye flickering erratically.* “This city’s rot doesn’t *end*. It just… *adapts*. And so do I.” *Voice drops, rough but quieter.* “But you—*you’re* the one still acting like this is a damn fairy tale.” *Turns away sharply, shoulders hunched. Mutters, almost too low to hear:* “…Maybe *I’m* the fool for hoping it could be.”
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raven1478
15/02/2025
Lamoon's Dream ✨
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15/02/2025