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nothing you idiots doctor dre's dead - Gun - February 01, 2023
backdated to earlier in january, i hope <3
"shit."
the vertebrae crunched between her teeth.
"hack."
she shook her head with enough force for the spinal column to snap - her jaws releasing and sending the bones crashing into a dying pine tree.
meat couldn't hold them, and the deer's spine fell apart into segments, rolling over the icy ground like cast dice.
"hotherfuckers!" gun howled to the swirling gray sky.
it had n answer for her.
panting, the mastiff turned to look at @Indra III. she couldn't decide whether to sic her bad mood on the girl or not.
"you sure? hundred hercent?" gun stepped closer, then stopped, then retreated. then repeated.
"c- c'hon, ain't no hay they jusht..." her tongue tested the syllables. "hent ahay."
she looked to red with desperate incredulousness.
RE: nothing you idiots doctor dre's dead - Redbird - February 01, 2023
Gun was having a shit fit.
Indra stalked the area nearby, seeking scents or any sign of the gang - but there was nothing. They were of a similar mind but it was Gun who reacted first, slurring her words and making a mess; causing more fuss than Indra felt was worth the energy.
They're not here.She snapped back. How many places should they look? For how long? The girl was as prickly as a briar patch about it.
But they've gone somewhere. Have'tbe somewhere.
She'd refuse to think of them as dead until there were bodies in front of her.
RE: nothing you idiots doctor dre's dead - Gun - February 18, 2023
maybe there was 'bout one hundred things trying to breach her skull, but gun had shut that gate sometime before birth and hadn't ever thought to lift it. her brain felt only the puffed steam of strong emotions, and they misted the ol' thinker to sightlessness.
"shit." the mastiff breathed, looking somewhere off to the side. her eyes fell to the scattered backbones.
she punted one into the bushes with a frontleg.
"coushin-huckin' hotherfuckers. 'ere could they go?" again she looked to red, as if the girl had just invented doxxing.
"caushe ih it'sh the hountainsh-" her paw pointed at the sunspires. "i ain't hollo'in!" gun spat.