Hoshor Plains love into a weapon

i'd trust it more if our founding hadn't been so rife with trespassers. not much had changed ... except now he had a valid reason to withhold any and all mercy to the next soul that made the poor decision to trespass. can't help but feel like this is the calm before the storm. deceptive, meant for them to let their defenses down. to think the worst was over and they were safe before it came barreling down upon them like a fury of wind and rain.

a quiet noise of inquiry leaves arktos as she brings up that this appears to come naturally to him.

maybe yellowstone was a mimicry of the life he lived before ground zero, but as they both know: he couldn't remember. didn't even know the name his mama gave him. badlands. arktos ... they were names he gave himself, the first directly during ground zero and the last because he needed something that did not bring with it unwanted flashbacks of ground zero.

either way, he'd disagree.

his edges are jagged things that would cut, knuckles bloodied and bruised, tongue full of words that were brash and crude.

i think you may be biased. he grins at her, drawing in a soft breath.