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[rosewillt]

"I'll do it for you."

Hostilities within the White Fang had only increased as of late; they were more violent, more vicious in their protests. And he found ‘twas hard to fault them, when the humans had been doing much worse for as long as he could recall. Howbeit, this also lead to a certain fear in the air ( everyone could feel it; it surrounded them constantly ) of which affected even the members. And ‘twas when he allowed another member to isolate him that he realized this--they had led him away from camp straight into an ambush of humans and faunus alike. As a leader he’d dealt with people questioning his authority, though something akin to an assassination attempt was not a familiarity. And he was unsuspecting of such an outcome--although he did notice something was astray, ‘twas not as if one could predict a trusted ally would betray him so easily. And ‘twas from the fear that they did as such, so scared and unsure of who to trust. He could relate. Though fury outweighed fear, and anger was a mask he wore oh-so well.

Hence he left with at least a few cuts & bruises--most of which his aura could fix in mere moments, however these were among some deeper slashes. One laid across his back, and he knew it--if not more--would require stitches. ‘Pon his arrival at the camp, there was some commotion ( “what happened, where’s the others, are you alright--” ); his answers were quick and short, just trying to reach his tent and the medical supplies. Pain was blooming across his torso, and blood with it no doubt; his back and stomach were the worst. He was always stubborn on tending to himself; he needn’t burden others with such a task. ‘Twas not as if any of them were doctors, and in most cases he hardly took any dangerous blows. This time ... was one of few, and he would attempt to make it the last.

Blake entered quietly, almost catching him off guard ( though adrenaline still lingered from earlier ). Cloistered eyne meet hers and ire crumbled to naught but a ghost; she calmed his shaking hands & heart. She wished to inquire as to what happened, he could tell, but ‘twas not exactly the best time to ask. Perchance when his mood lightened and his bleeding stopped, he would inform her. And she speaks just as quietly as she walks, worry clinging to her statement. Her words would generally be refused, albeit weariness led to poor suturing skills, and he would not be able to reach the wound across his back. Thus a nod is given.

        ❛ Thank you. ❜

#emptycopy #[ v: i am lost & led only by the sᴛᴀʀs. ] #( THIS WAS NOT FLUFFY AT ALL I'M SOB BIBNG ) #( I'M SO SORRY KELLY I JUST ) #( ME & CRESS TALKED ABOUT HOW WHITE FANG MEMBERS PROBABLY BETRAYED/LEFT MORE AND MORE OFTEN AS THEY BECAME MORE VIOLENT ) #( AND THIS JUST INSTANTLY MADE ME THINK OF HER OFFERING TO HELP WITH EITHER SOMETHING MISSION-RELATED OR STITCHES ) #( I'M #CRY IN G I'M SORR Y )

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[rosewillt]

"I've got to let you go."

He was slipping away, slowly but surely, to naught but a husk of who he once was. And he could see ‘twas the reason for Blake and he becoming strangers; she pushed him away as his erstwhile self shattered asunder. As time continued he did little to stop it as he just ... stopped caring. If the only way to put an end to their oppression was to murder humans, then so be it. Even if it led to being feared--’twas still favoured over watching more faunus fall to the hands of men. Thus as they partake in their last mission together as partners, ‘tis not unexpected of her to be hesitant. He knew she would be. However ... he found it near impossible, watching her turn her back, hearing her words as she made up her mind ( & each were thorns through his ensnared heart, setting his veins ablaze with pain ). Despite his descent, and his apathy t’wards humanity, he still cared for her. And still he cannot stop her from this. 

His breathing halted as did time itself, waiting, watching as she gripped her sword with alabaster fingers. He reached for her, shrouded eyne would betray his feelings should they see light. Howbeit they were shut off; she couldn’t read the pain reflecting in his oculi. 

      ❛ Blake ... please don’t do this. ❜ 

Albeit he knew he couldn’t change her mind ( she had made it up long afore this, she must have ) he was still pleading with her--what was he without her? He was no longer a person when she was absent; he was simply the cause. He was nothing. She was the sole being in this entire planet keeping himself from being lost forever, and he couldn’t think of a means to replace the void she would leave behind. She was ... deserting them. Deserting him. Perchance he would one day realize ‘twas his very own fault, but as he watched her bring her blade ‘pon the train’s coupling, he felt naught but betrayal. 

#emptycopy #[ v: i am lost & led only by the sᴛᴀʀs. ] #( asdfg this jus t made me think of her leaving sO ; ^ ; )

[rosewillt]

meowtta here

whats ur purroblem 

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[rosewillt]

[ @emptycopy: ✕ ]

        ❛ My love---you wound me. ❜ 

A sneer flashed briefly ‘pon his face, and wilted to naught in but a moment. His mind was the river: constantly flowing and bottomless, and oh so dark. It swirled with anger and with contempt. ‘Twas not so vast, howbeit; he was too hidebound in nature. Despite his descent, he had always been stubborn in his ideals. He sought to destroy the humans, to assure they truly understood and felt the same pain that had been inflicted on the faunus for so long. And he never stopped to see just who he was hurting--and he never saw how far he had fallen. The White Fang was once peaceful in their protests, and he had warped them into an organisation driven by fear and hatred. They had donned the masks of grimm, as they had been lowered to such a level by the humans, however ‘twas only now he had become one. 

Cloistered eyne narrowed as she spoke; she sounded so assured. Did she really expect to battle him? Certainly, his arrogance was ever-present--he doubted she would ever match his strength.

        ❛ Oh? You truly believe you could stand a chance against me? Come on, Blake. Use your head. ❜ 

The blood of her dear friend was ‘pon his blade, along with too many innocents to count. ( granted, she was still breathing; they were not. ) How many people has he murdered? Truly no number could amount to all the faunus fallen at the hands of humanity. And he’d rather not add Blake to either list--despite his incessant taunting and harming her, he wanted her. He wanted her by his side like old times ... but she took the side of humans. She would forsake her own nature to protect one of them--why? He couldn’t understand.

         ❛ You will run. ❜ 

                                ❛ If not now, then soon. You always do. ❜ 

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