Witch's Marsh well you may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer
"Love life" may be a rather grandiose term for staring at women on the bus
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Oh my God

Pygmalion turned, half-dazed, to find a speckled young woman (strange markings, he noted detachedly) gaping at him. Heart pounding in similar fashion, he rounded on her, head held high and dark eyes flashing. Shut up! he snapped, voice a strange, hoarse whisper that cut through the air like a whip. Shut—up!

He continued to look down upon the girl, teeth chattering. You—you say anything of this, to anyone, and I'll k-kill you, too, Pyg stammered, fear waging a hellish war with violence. He licked his lips and found fresh blood there, a reedy whine escaping his lips. Ye ken?! Now get tae fuck.

His whole body shook, terrified adrenaline racing through his veins. He could only hope that the girl would not make a scene, that she would go in peace—that no more death would be upon his paws.
As of January 18, this wolf is in the final stages of the rabies virus. Violent interactions are at your own risk.
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RE: well you may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer - by Pygmalion - January 15, 2020, 08:59 PM