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Went ahead and archived this blog. :)

Obviously, feel free to remove me from BP. 

It’s been real, y’all.

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When you just really wonder what the fuck you’re even still doing here.

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                                          some of us are                                    h        u        m        a        n

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                                   Legends Never Die

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After seeing this, am I the only one who invisions her as Starfire in a future Titans movie?

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Thea was learning. She was learning ways to become even less desirable to the masters that came through the slave house. She took her time. She dawdled a lot and drew out the chores she was meant to be doing. It seemed to be working. As long as she made herself look like a complete pain in the ass then maybe she would be left alone until she figured out a way to get out of this place. The chimera stood from the floor and stretched her arms above her head before she turned and nearly ran into someone. Reeling back, green eyes lifted to see an all too familiar face and Thea went ramrod straight. She wasn’t afraid of Stiles but he sure as hell unsettled her. “Shi--Master Stiles,” she said with a sneer. “What could you possibly need from me?” She waited for the blow.

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Eyes narrowed faintly at his response, wondering what more she could possibly say about how she had ended up in Chains. It was the truth. It was an answer. She had run away from her previous guardians to try and make a life for herself beyond their control only to be thrust back into a world of slavery. Thea had no reason to talk, no reason to give this master information he might want, and definitely she had no reason to trust him. “That is the answer, sir,” she answered, though her tone was venomous. She didn’t fear the masters of this place. Nothing they could do to hurt her could compare to the pain she had endured for the last eight years of her life. 

         " That isn’t exactly an answer, don’t you think? “ he furrows his brows but speaks without any anger in his voice. Alec’s expressions are blane. ” I give you an advice for the future, your life will be a lot easier if you answer questions properly and end your sentence with any sort of respectful title. Some here like to use any chance to actually just make you down. I’m not a big fan of it maybe because I don’t like the idea to have anyone with me who has vampire blood in their veins. “ The master really doesn’t expect her to follow his advice and it wouldn’t be his problem at all.

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The chimera rolled her eyes slightly, looking around the people who were paying absolutely no attention to them whatsoever. “No one is even listening so what are you worried about?” As for being able to smell the emotions he was feeling, well, she couldn’t really help that. It wasn’t as though she was doing so on purpose but Stiles usually felt things strongly. “I would if they weren’t practically punching me in the face. I don’t get it. I haven’t done anything to make you distrust me.” Not yet at least. Thea was clearly going to have to rely on her feminine wiles with this one. “Or is part of it because you’re attracted to me even if you don’t want to be?” She was well aware of that too.

“Dude, that is so freaking creepy. A, keep your voice down, we don’t need to draw even more attention to the fact that half my circle of friends isn’t exactly human,” Stiles hissed, slightly mesmerized as he watched her fingers on his arm. “B, telling people you can smell things on them is so distrubing, jeez, can’t you at least pretend that you can’t smell chemosignals? I’m at a severe disadvantage here and I don’t like it at all.” What was the point in being a decent liar if his friends knew that he was lying before he even opened his mouth? Where was the privacy?

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She let her head fall back against Stiles’ arm as he directed her from the house and toward his jeep. Scout barely managed to get ahold of her messenger bag sitting by the door before they were outside. She locked the house up behind her and walked with him toward the vehicle. “Sure because there aren’t going to be any other bodies there with hardly anything covering them,” she laughed softly. “Are you actually going to take your shirt off this time or are you going to continue being a nerd about it?” Stiles had obviously changed over the years, going from the gangly, awkward teen to a...less awkward teen. He was hopeless, really.

“It is not pasty! Scout! You’re supposed to be on my side.” Worst best friend ever, he decided, pulling her covers over him and pretending to snore as she came back in. “I was super anxious to go, but your bed is really comfortable. Do you have like, one of those super soft mattresses?” He asked, sitting up and grinning over at her. He slid out of the bed and got up, slinging his arm over Scout’s shoulders and tugging playfully at her ponytail. “I brought you snacks. Come on, I want to watch people at the beach drool over you.”

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Once she realized that the words being spoken were directed at her, Thea looked up to the redhead that was standing before her. She had seen her around the place once or twice. Not that Thea remembered her name or really cared to try. She didn’t want to make friends in this hellhole. Isolation, being alone, taking care of herself...that was what she was okay with. It’s what she was used to. While she was able to pull off social graces if she needed to, it hadn’t been the priority of her former guardians. Thea didn’t want people to pay attention to her. Green eyes moved from the face of the other slave and down to her hands which were now palm up and she realized that yes, she was bleeding. “It’ll heal,” she said roughly but took the towel anyway. “Thanks.” 

Though she said it, there was no real politeness behind it and she wiped the blood from her hands and then from the floor in front of her. Thea looked into the bucket to make sure the water wasn’t bloody. It wasn’t. Good.

It wasn’t really like Lydia to get involved in anyone’s business, but she couldn’t very well let someone bleed, supernatural or not.  She grabbed one of her clean rags as she watched the girl. Her eyes were far off like she didn’t even register whaere she was anymore. She was carried away in her own thoughts and Lydia knew that feeling all too well. She often would do these mindless chores while off somewhere else in her mind. If you didn’t get lost in your thoughts now and again–or often, you would go certifiably insane here. She was sure of that, it was pure hell being trapped in this town.

She held the rag out toward the girl and raised an eyebrow at her. “Uh, Sweetheart, you’re bleeding.”

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Admittedly, Scout could have fallen to her knees and cried the moment she saw Kira approaching her. Despite the dirt on her skin and the animal pelts, she looked healthy and well...beautiful. Kira had always been beautiful and the moment she was in Scout’s arms, it felt like the world was right again. The alpha’s arms were tight around her girlfriend and she buried her face into the kitsune’s neck for just a moment. She smelled different. Like earth and power and something Scout couldn’t quite place. It was different but underneath it all was still the scent she was used to. Kira’s scent. Scout had longed for that scent for months since her girlfriend had been gone. “I don’t care,” she murmured against Kira’s skin. “They can be unhappy but I had to see you. I’ve missed you.” 

Of course, Scout had also expected the question as to whether anything was wrong since she was here. At least she could honestly tell Kira that for once, nothing was actually wrong other than the fact she wasn’t home where she belonged. The only thing that was wrong was that Scout wasn’t complete without her and her bed was cold at night without the warm body of her girlfriend next to her. Leaning back, the she-wolf took hold of Kira’a hands and held them gently, her thumb running along the back of them. “No, nothing’s wrong. I just...I want to bring you home, Kira. I miss you. These past few months have been...hell without you.” It wasn’t even as though they had been able to call or text or video chat while she had been here. It had been months of no communication at all. 

“Please Kira,” Scout said, loud enough so the kitsune could hear her speaking over the wind that was blowing sand around their ankles. “Please come home.”

Months had passed– as for how many, Kira hadn’t been sure. With the decline of civilization around her only to be replaced with dunes of sand and protruding rocks, time wasn’t of the essence. There had been no need to keep track of the days that passed, the months or even the hours. None of that mattered, however what did matter was that the Kitsune learned how to wield her fox so as not to let the spirit take advantage and use the girl as its weapon. Being away hadn’t been easy– not at first and not ever, Kira honestly didn’t think it would ever become easier, either. Her life back home had been her driving force, to get back to it; her family, her friends and most of all her girlfriend.

Leaving may have been the best thing for the young Kitsune. Sure it was a tough choice but in the end, over these few long hard months– Kira had grown considerably in strength and ways to manipulate her fox to her advantage. To bend it to her wills and ways. Her newly gained tools hadn’t been limited to just that either, oh no– you see, the coffee skinned girl had learned ways of the dead. Learned how to reap, learned how to banish and even learned how to sense, track and cloak herself just like a skin walker. 

Which is how she knew someone had been waiting– causing a disturbance in the hot heats radial atmosphere sending tremors through the ground giving away location. It took Kira seconds flat to show herself, appearing to who ever with weapons raised ready to prove herself and her strengths over and over again to the walkers wanting to be cleared… that was until the sight of Scout stopped her dead in her tracks. “Scout?!” Any stance of attack had been dropped, weapon lowered and even placed away on her person– which had been clad in pelts and cracked clay. “They wont be happy–” Kira wanted to warn seeing the last time they’d been here together, they had taken the fox away, ultimately breaking agreements. Despite the warning of the possible conflict, the new and improved Kitsune had tossed her arms around her girlfriend squeezing that body– no– person she hadn’t realized just how much she missed until having her back in her arms, tightly. “What’re you doing here? Is everything okay?”

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Who the hell was this kid? Thea’s hand came to a stop where she was trying to get dirt off the baseboards of the room. As much as she hated doing the stupid ass chores in this place, at least it kept her mind busy so she didn’t sink into the homicidal tendencies that crept into her mind often. She looked up at the boy that had spoken to her. Tall, lanky, wearing a collar and a perpetually irritating smirk. She assumed that he belonged to one of the slave house masters but she couldn’t remember which. It didn’t matter. She stood and dropped the scrub brush back into the bucket next to her as she scowled at him. “Do I look like I’m afraid of these people?”

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“They want ya ta be afraid of ‘em, ya know,” he teased, leaning against the wall rather than doing the chores he’d been given. If he’d made any reputation for himself, it was being able to take an entire twelve hours to do even the smallest task. (That or his wonderful knack for getting his ass handed to him on a daily basis – if not more.) Collar wrapped securely around his neck, the teen shook his head with a short tsking sound of his tongue. "If you can handle a little pain, it’s not so bad talkin’ back once in a while.” Of course, that was much easier to say than experience. 

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Stormie squinted faintly as she felt fingers in her hair. It was…not commonplace for someone to just randomly touch her as she tended to give off a vibe she felt was similar to bug repellant where people were concerned. The Stilinski girl turned around to see who exactly had had the cajones to touch her hair. 

             “—What? Did I have a bug in my hair or something?”

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Well. That felt nice even if it was unexpected and for a moment, Scout let him do it. It was such a simple touch and yet it felt like ages since the alpha had felt something so…affectionate. She missed touch. She missed intimacy (both emotional and physical). Scout leaned into the touch.

              “—Don’t stop.”

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There was something infinitely wrong about the way this particular slave house master smelled. Neither human nor werewolf and he lacked the absences of scent like vampires. It was something Thea had never sensed before and she had seen a lot of things in her time with the Dread Doctors. Perhaps it was this strange scent, along with the forward cruelty, that set the chimera’s nerves on edge. So far, Stiles was the only one that could even remotely unsettle her though she refused to show it. She would treat him the same as she did anyone else in this Gods forsake place. With bared teeth and extended claws.