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this man turned up and decided to disrupt everybody's lives and we just allowed that

@banditborn

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A shocked expression toned her down several notches. A few possibilities were crossing her mind as that blow was swallowed like a hard pill. Were her jokes too rough? Couldn't be. He... was having a bad day. Who the hell isn't? Excuses weren't enough to rationalize. Though the exchange of thoughts are her own, the outwardly response fits.

" Nah. Fuck that. "

Kayleen was similar to Achim - notorious for her slick replies under her breath. The younger she was, the worst of it Clawrk received during her upbringing. In these last few years that same anger and wittiness manifested like a tea kettle on the fire. She walks close enough to leave distance that keeps their animal instincts at bay. " No, don't pussyfoot 'round what you said. You meant it. " Escalated or not, he admitted it - and that's what mattered. Kayleen had her mind up on that alone.

" Fuck you too, Achim. Fuck you. "

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It was the scent of the hearty meal that drew him towards the she wolf's domain more than his brother's aura speckled across her own aura. She was a mortal alright but of their kin. Perhaps that's why the approach came more natural to Skoll.

His large frame was almost taking the entire door frame to fit him inside. He was towering even over someone like Bandit and his aura, was most likely taking up the space of the entire building with how he held himself.

"I'm looking for someone, but ... " He leaned down a little, sniffing the air and growling in delight. "I think I will stay for dinner while you answer me some questions." This was not a question, not negotiable.

Who would stop him? The little wolftress? He doubted it. If she had a sense of self preservation that is. So he stepped inside, motioning for her to follow him as his nose lead him straight to the kitchen.

The evenings dinner had finally came to a quaint simmer before preparations for serving. As far as Kayleen knew, the night was hers and Krueger's, her trusty companion whose presence wasn't seen but a squeaky toy field the gasps of ones imagination. Smell of medium-rare beef cubes drenched in pipping hot gravy broth like consistency was enough to drive far more than Kayleen's stomach alone. She hums as the ingredients swirl her hearty concoction to perfection. Chopped vegetables with a fair amount of beef for their wolfish appetite, and a pinch of garnish for that homemade taste. The window closest to the door was half open to circulate the autumn air - but it brought on more than that. A more...aged taste was also interesting in her cooking.

But... upon seeing the face that confidently infiltrated her home, the aura was similar but... it didn't feel right. This was so wrong. Similarities were there but it didn't overcome her sense of reason. Who the fuck was this?! Kayleen's high ceilings were more than enough room as she shuffled back to give some well needed distance. The squeaky toy sound grew soft as the companion upstairs descends the staircase. If aura was older than Krueger's, the glamour magic may be see through kinship eyes.

The fear had captivated her being over her mouth. Kayleen's hands are shaky, and unprepared for a physical altercation claws are forced on display. More of a tactic of awareness. Size alone was unlikely, and his aura was different. As he trespasses, Kayleen steps back from arm-width grasp. Krueger wants to press forward, but his superior grows for him to back down.

As his voice sharpens over the smell of dinner, disgust painted her lips. Powerful or not, Kayleen can't battle against her own entitlement. You... barge into her home, demanding her food, in her peaceful home?

That motion became the icing on a cake. As if to call her forth, to report for kitchen duty. " Who and why the hell are you in MY house? "

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Achim! ANGRY receiver is angry at sender for the first time

𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁𝘀: FIRST TIMES (sfw)

He wasn't necessarily the most patient person ever, but the young wolf learned to temper himself down and prioritize what was important in the moment. And generally it's important to pay attention, to do a good job once you start something and not to spill your nerves on people who don't deserve it. He'd grown a lot in that regard, but there's still people who just don't seem to acknowledge him as he is now. And while it's understandable since he'd known pretty much the same people since he was a kid, it does get a bit frustrating.

Or rather, very frustrating. Frustrating enough that he's feeling his pulse rise and the anger bubble underneath his skin. So frustrating that he finally, once and for all needs to say something about it.

"Would you SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY!?" he'd cut her off abruptly, turning to face her with anger. "You always keep doing this! Ya keep mockin' me on everythin' because it's funny to you, isn't it! And it's always gettin' on my fuckin' nerves but i keep shutting my damn mouth 'bout it! But it's gettin' so fuckin' old so when will you do the freakin' same KAYLEEN, and shut your damn mouth too?!"

He felt like fucking throwing something at the wall, but he immediately bit back on that impulse. Especially since now that those words left his mouth he immediately started to regret them, feeling as if he'd just made things ten times worse. Plopping down unto a chair, he'd taken to rubbing his face and temples in his hands as he tried to breathe through his anger.

"...That--- fuckin' came out so shitty. Goddammit. i didn't-.. didn't mean it like that. I just--" maybe he should cut it off for now and just take it as it happened. But through the haze of his outburst he realized this sort of anger wasn't normal, it wasn't acceptable no matter how frustrated he might get. Still, it got to him, sneaked in like a cloud of mist and blurred out his judgement. Like there was something corrupted into the air around him lately.

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His brother's essence clung strongly to this one and it only took Skoll a single glance to understand why. A maiden rivaling the fierce beauty of the Valkyries, a woman he wanted to fight against. And when he took another whiff, he could tell that she was not mortal, but something akin to these heavenly warriors.

That perked his interest and he found himself running his tongue over his fangs, reaching for a bottle to empty its entire contents and smash the bottle to the ground.

His entire aura screamed wildfire. A burning inferno ready to devour whoever dared to cross him. Not something mortals would understand but their fear spoke for themselves. Nobody asked him for money, nobody told him to leave. Everyone just kept their distance, making way as he walked over to the silver haired woman.

"The last thing I expected to find here, was a wingless warrior. Just how fierce was your battle, I wonder ... "

The change in atmosphere came before the bottle came smashing unto the ground, like a creeping wildfire that threatened to engulf and devour everything in its way. Adrianna first felt it in her stomach, an uncomfortable burn that twisted her gut and crawled up her throat, forcing her to draw her attention from her surface level conversation to whatever brought this sudden shift of atmosphere.

At first she couldn't entirely make out who that was, although his stature and presence was oddly familiar. "...Bandit?" she called out, more to herself than anything, confused as to why he'd come to one of her events without her dragging is ass after her. But that wasn't him. It became clearer and clearer the closer he stepped forth. And when it became clear that it was her he came here for, Adrianna instinctually composed herself. She lifted her chin, scanned him from head to toe and straightened her back to her full over 6 ft tall stature. To his comment, she immediately smirked; this one's cocky.

"...Not as fierce as the one you might find here, should you not play your cards accordingly," she retorted with a smile and low, husky tone of voice. "Adrianna Hagan," the Fallen elegantly presented the back of her palm to him for introductions. Underneath her cold skin, her blood ran slowly and her pulse was widely spaced, stoic and unnerving.

"And from which pagan Hellpit has your heathen self has crawled out of this fine occassion?"

@banditborn

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visibly shivers

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"I only meant it because you freakin' make me mean it!" he all but barked back at her, his anger turning into a pulsatile headache that throbbed loudly in his temples and eardrums. It's been a while since he actually felt this sort of ill, usually things are much more seasonal, to say so. A bit of cold here, a runny nose, maybe some dizzyness from exhaustion. But headaches? He never really got those.

"And just so ya know, i never actually said 'fuck you'! So don't freakin' put words in my mouth!" he got up from his chain and angrily pointed his finger at his own face. It already felt too late to back down from whatever this was so there was no stopping to word vomit that followed. "My fuckin' problem is that you---! You're---" cue him pacing in agitation from side to side. "You're not freakin' pleasant, Kayleen! You pick on me and ya mock me and-and--! I'm done! I'm freakin' done with it! Yer not bein' funny with it, it ain't funny at all!"

"And i don't care what Bandit says 'bout keepin' the peace 'n' shit, because i'm DONE with being treated like SHIT!" nostrils flared and his eyes flashed a bright yellow as he kept his pacing. The throbbing in his temples was hot and fiery and Achim could swear he felt like his very veins could've been flowing with molten glass given how intensively he felt his ire.

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A shocked expression toned her down several notches. A few possibilities were crossing her mind as that blow was swallowed like a hard pill. Were her jokes too rough? Couldn't be. He... was having a bad day. Who the hell isn't? Excuses weren't enough to rationalize. Though the exchange of thoughts are her own, the outwardly response fits.

" Nah. Fuck that. "

Kayleen was similar to Achim - notorious for her slick replies under her breath. The younger she was, the worst of it Clawrk received during her upbringing. In these last few years that same anger and wittiness manifested like a tea kettle on the fire. She walks close enough to leave distance that keeps their animal instincts at bay. " No, don't pussyfoot 'round what you said. You meant it. " Escalated or not, he admitted it - and that's what mattered. Kayleen had her mind up on that alone.

" Fuck you too, Achim. Fuck you. "