WHO: Greta Morgan & Hati
WHEN: Friday night
WHERE: The edge of the city and some forest
WHAT: Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.
WARNINGS: Hati being a creeper, sex involving blood
Greta had always lived her life surrounded by unbreakable rules. They weren't rules that she'd put in place on purpose, nor were they rules that had been instilled in her by family. Instead they were rules that had crept up into her life from nowhere and from a very young age.
They'd diagnosed her quite early with a form of obsessive compulsive disorder because of her inability to go about life if it meant breaking any of those silly rules and Greta hated that there was something so wrong with her brain that she couldn't do some simple tasks.
Greta didn't go with strangers. It was sensible and smart, but even if she'd wanted she just couldn't. Even if she was sure they were perfectly nice and trying to help her The very thought of doing it left her shaking and crying. She couldn't do it.
But now, after a dozen comments on a journal, she was agreeing to meet a complete stranger at some address of the edge of the city at dusk. It was a situation that would leave any woman even without her strange rules uncomfortable and yet... for some reason Greta found that she couldn't say no.
She drove her car out to the address Hati had given her and on the steering wheel she found her hands were shaking, so she balled them into fists as she got out of the car and locked it after, pulling her red cloak out of the back seat.
She pulled the cloak on and let the hood remain on her shoulders, golden hair loose around it. Sometimes Greta couldn't see what was right in front of her. She had her rules and those same rules made her blind.
Little Red Riding Hood straying right into the wolf's open jaws.
She shivered and looked around for the man.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 07:45 am UTC (link) Track This
Hati considered himself to be a lucky wolf (not person, not even a million years on these two legs would ever make him think of himself as person). He'd just gotten into town, one of the people he hunted for had given him a nice place that was close to the forest and a card they'd told him to use for 'anything'.
Apparently they agreed that Hati was a good hunter.
Yet his aim had been to draw his little Moon out of hiding. To continue the endless chase between him and Mani. To capture, bite and release and continue. It was his duty, it was his purpose. He knew little else. But when the girl had spoken to him, he'd perked up in interest. When she agreed to meet him, he found that his luck had only increased.
He'd been in the forest, surrounded by Pack, when he'd sniffed the girl out. He'd almost laughed at the cloak. Really this was getting too good. The dark hid the grin of predator that crept over his lips, and he calmed himself before stepping out into the light. He made sure to make enough noise. No need to be silent. Yet.
"Greta?" He liked how he'd kept his accent, and never bothered to hide the almost growl in his voice. The sheepskin of human only worked so well.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 07:53 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta turned to look at him, blue eyes wide with fright she was trying to keep buried. She was definitely afraid but... she'd come anyway. Why had she come here? She swallowed and nodded, taking a few steps towards him.
She found though that she didn't know what to say and instead was just looking up into his dark eyes with cautious and unrestrained interest.
And... yes... there was certainly a small ball of lust buried deep in her belly. (Greta wasn't 'that kind of girl'... and yet. Here she was, with this strange man.)
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 08:02 am UTC (link) Track This
Hm. Fear. He was used to fear. It was familiar. With a smile he stepped closer, still calm and polite. He could not help to threaten, even if he knew about it.
Predators did as they ought to.
He stepped close and leaned down, "what big eyes you have." Really though, he had to. It was almost too good. He watched her, finding her interesting. He did not step back nor break eye contact. He couldn't, not unless she looked away first.
Then he smiled, "Hati." To give her his name again. In case she wasn't sure.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 08:06 am UTC (link) Track This
The line was sort of cheesy but she found herself smiling a little shyly and dropping her gaze from his. His eyes were intense and she wasn't sure she could look at him for too long.
"Hati," she repeated, looking back up with the little smile still on her lips. "I wasn't sure how it was pronounced." Again she tore her gaze away from his with some effort and made a small nervous half-laugh. "I don't usually do this sort of thing."
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 08:17 am UTC (link) Track This
It always worked, surprisingly. At least to mortals. He'd yet to try it on his moon. Times had made him odd.
He stepped back once she dropped her gaze, calmed by it somehow. "Is Norse." No one ever asked, because no one remembered Hati but the rare few. He still remembered so it was okay. He watched her and shrugged, "go run? Should. It's fun." He motioned her along, "come."
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 08:22 am UTC (link) Track This
Norse, like the tree of life and Ragnarok and ice giants. She hadn't paid enough attention to Norse myths to know anything beyond that, but he wasn't talking about myths anyway, just a name.
Greta smiled and followed him towards the lines of trees, shaking her head (more with amusement and not because she was disagreeing.) "I hope I can keep up with you," she told him and she found that she really wanted to be able to. She kept fit enough, but she'd never been much of a runner.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 08:54 am UTC (link) Track This
He moved easily over the snow. Over the time he'd been here he'd spend it getting used to the terrain, to the little territory he was marking off. The forest was not claimed, so he felt. He liked it. He planned to run it it for quite some time.
He glanced to her, then smiled. The fact that it might be unnerving escaped him. "More like, I keep up with you. You run, I follow."
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 08:59 am UTC (link) Track This
So it was sort of like she was going to be running through the dark woods with a very strange, tall, strong-looking man chasing her. No, nothing to be concerned about there.
She should have got back into her car.
She should have turned away and left.
Instead she smiled at him, something playful and teasing, and then
she ran.
Greta darted off through the snow, her crimson cape flying out behind her, her golden hair catching the last of the day's light.
It felt like a game, like a beginning, but more than that it felt suddenly like life and death. She found she was sprinting through the trees and breathing hard.
Don't get caught, everything told her. Do not let him catch you.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 09:10 am UTC (link) Track This
He watched her, waiting to see if his instinct was right. It usually was and there was a strange sense of other about her. Different. He liked different.
His head turned sideways as she decided, then when she smiled at him he knew he had her. He let her run for a little before he howled. And still on two legs, because four was for special cases and she was not yet that, he gave chase after her. The growl was high in his throat, and Pack followed in the shadows. Her cloak was like a bright beacon, leading him forward.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 09:14 am UTC (link) Track This
The snow crunched under Greta's feet as she ran and when a thin branch slapped her across the face and she kept running she realised how frightened she actually was. This wasn't a game anymore. They weren't playing. She felt like she was running for her life and she couldn't let him catch her.
But... some part of Greta wanted him to catch her.
The only thing she could do was keep running, deeper and deeper into the forest, everything growing darker and darker.
There was no path and she was afraid but she couldn't stop. She could taste blood on her lips from where the tree had scratched her and she dared to throw a glance back over her shoulder, needing to know if Hati was close behind.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 09:35 am UTC (link) Track This
Hati could always tell a prey that wanted to be caught, and prey that didn't. When he did his duty, hunted for the sake of food, then he knew those he chased knew that eventually they would get caught. Those he hunted to keep the mortal sheep-skin on didn't want to be caught.
This one wanted to be caught.
A hunt was always good, always the chase was nice. He ran after her with all his speed, could smell something metallic.
When she looked back he was not far behind, eyes glinting moonlight. And were those other pairs of eyes behind him? Perhaps she was seeing things.
He still ran after her, his smile promising dark things when he caught her.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 09:44 am UTC (link) Track This
There were things in the dark. There were monsters and there was Hati who Greta thought, for a moment, was a monster as well. The smile both terrified and exhilarated her.
There was a stitch in her side though and she was slowing, a whimper escaping from her lips as she tried to force herself to keep running. But she was exhausted and she wasn't runner.
Another glance over her shoulder and he was closer, right behind her. She dug her fist into her side to try and kill the stitch but she could practically feel his breath on her neck.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 10:09 am UTC (link) Track This
She was slowing and he was gaining ground, he slowed drawing it out just a little, before he pounced on her. Teeth scraped just so and arms planted to her side as he growled low in her ear. Not so human, not so safe.
Hati always caught his prey. Even his elusive moon he would catch. He glanced up to the sliver of pale light in the sky before leaning down, panting but not out of breath. She was a hundred years too young to get him out of breath.
He wasn't hurting, not yet, but kept her pressed down in the snow.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 10:16 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta shrieked as he caught her and then she was pressed down into the cold snow, cloak like a bloody puddle beneath her (the taste of blood on her lips not helping her with that imagery at all).
"No, please," she whispered, trying to get out. What had she been thinking? She'd been so stupid!
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 10:46 am UTC (link) Track This
That confused him. What was no, really? Yet he did not bite nor scratch nor tug. He may be wolf, but he was not cruel. He was more confused. He'd caught her hadn't he? This was the way of things?
He studied her, yet did not force her down anymore. Maybe she wanted to run more.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 10:49 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta was both shivering and dragging deep breaths into her burning lungs, even as his weight was pressed down onto her. She had her eyes on his though, frightened, not sure if any part of this had been a game to start with now.
"Are you going to kill me?" she finally asked in a tiny voice.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 11:09 am UTC (link) Track This
He huffed and shifted, settling down in the snow and letting her go. Yes. Maybe more chase was required. Hati was a patient hunter. Look howl ong he'd been after the same target.
"No." He'd not kill. Only prey he killed. And this one wasn't. Yet.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 11:13 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta sat up slowly, drawing a little away from him on the snowy ground and pulling her cloak around her. Her eyes never left his, confused and still frightened and still... was she still somehow drawn to him? He'd just scared her half to death but she didn't want to run. (Besides, she got the feeling he'd chase again.)
Eventually she dropped her eyes and felt the thin cut on her cheek, bloody but barely a scratch, nothing she needed to worry about.
She looked over at Hati again. "You scared me," she told him. It was without accusation, simply a fact.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 11:46 am UTC (link) Track This
He watched her, then leaned over an licked away the blood. Just a taste, for now. "I do this, yes." He shook his head, much like a dog (wolf) would and then rose. "Run again?"
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 11:53 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta shuddered as Hati's tongue touched her face, but she wasn't sure if it was all horror the way her body reacted. But he'd just licked blood from her face and that wasn't normal behavior. That was... serial killer behavior.
Greta used the tree behind her to pull herself up to stand, legs weak and cloak heavy with melting snow. "What happens when you catch me again?" she asked.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 12:00 pm UTC (link) Track This
It was normal to him. But he was a strange creature, not at all comfortable with being on two legs. He smiled, that wolfish smile, as she asked her question. "I bite a little harder."
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-04 12:24 pm UTC (link) Track This
A shiver down her spine as she watched him. This man was dangerous. He was wrong and maybe sick in the head and maybe deranged but...
She took a few steps backwards from him, knowing she was starting it again just by doing that. "And then if you catch me again...?" her voice was barely above a whisper, her eyes on his.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-04 08:59 pm UTC (link) Track This
He watched her, pleased she would run again. In all the tales, Hati was only ever said to mangle. Unless he needed to kill, for food and for employer, he didn't. It didn't mean he stopped his pack from finishing it, but he was not cruel. He simply was.
He got on his legs as she asked her question, stepping closer. "I claim."
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 12:39 am UTC (link) Track This
I claim.
It could mean anything. This creepy man was practically telling her that he might slit her throat ear to ear and yet at his words Greta's breath grew short and it wasn't because of the running.
She swallowed hard and bit on her bottom lip. Then she lifted the weight of her cloak and took of sideways, slower now, still tired from the first time but making the best effort she could. The uneven snowy ground kept trying to trip her up though and she was having difficulty seeing where exactly there were paths to run.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 01:05 am UTC (link) Track This
He grinned as she ran again. He already knew he could catch her so he kept his pace slow, giving her the illusion she was always outrunning him by just that fraction. He liked this game, liked this little girl. Perhaps he would chase her more.
Unlike her he could see where the path led. He was leading her, even if she didn't see it, making her go where he wanted her to go.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 01:08 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta was a stupid little girl lost in the forest with a clearly dangerous man. The stitch she hadn't recovered from was biting into her side again and her cloak was too heavy.
She darted around the trees, trying to pointlessly confuse him even though she knew it wouldn't. He was too close behind. She could hear him and when she dared to check he was within reaching distance.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 01:29 am UTC (link) Track This
He chuckled, walking now. He was in no rush. She'd be caught again. She wanted it. He licked his lips, still tasting her blood. "my, my Little Red Cap. Where are you going?" He may be wolf, but he'd learned to read in this sheep-skin so no one would take advantage of him. A good predator adapted to his surroundings.
"Lost and alone. I can hear you. Where are you hiding?" He knew where she was, everything gave her away.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 01:32 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta had slipped behind one of the trees, pressing her back hard against it in the darkness and squeezing her eyes shut. All she could think was, I shouldn't have strayed from the path.
There had been a path and it never led here. And yet that brain glitch that usually was so adamant about paths and strangers had completely betrayed her tonight.
She was trying to breath as quietly as possible, her hand covering her mouth.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 01:42 am UTC (link) Track This
He walked up behind the tree he knew she was behind. She could remain as quiet as she liked, he could still find her through other means. He set his hands on the other side of the tree. "Little Red." Casually he began circling around the tree, grinning when he saw her. "You're not running."
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 01:44 am UTC (link) Track This
She was frozen to the spot, looking up at him. She flicked her eyes to the side, trying to work out if she could run and get away before he'd grab her. "You're too fast," she told him, breathing heavily. "I... can't get away."
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 01:49 am UTC (link) Track This
He grinned and stepped closer, wondering if she'd run again, or if he could grab her. Take a little bit. She wasn't Moon, but interesting enough to be claimed. His arms went to settle above her head, pinning her to the tree with just his frame.
"No. You can't. Don't want." He looked down at her, leaning down closer to her.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 01:52 am UTC (link) Track This
No matter what any logical part of her might think, her body was reacting all on its own to his closeness, to the way he towered over and pinned her there. She opened her mouth to speak but instead it was just a shuddering breath that escaped when she gazed up at him.
"I shouldn't be here," she whispered, but she said it without conviction, she said it because that was what good girls said. In truth she wanted to be nowhere else.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 02:07 am UTC (link) Track This
He sniffed at her neck, at her cheek, before pressing sharp teeth to her shoulder and nipping just once. Not enough to break skin yet. "Is where you want to be Little Red. Don't lie." His teeth pierced skin, both gently and not, just to see what she would do.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 02:12 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta made a small moan she couldn't help when he gently bit her, and then when the teeth became more insistent Greta gasped her breath in at the sharp slice of pain, arching her body in surprise in a way that only seemed to bring her closer to him. He'd actually bitten her! He'd actually- it hurt but it was also... Greta had never been into pain with sex. She'd never understood the desire people had to be tied up and scratched or any of that, but right then she thought she was starting to understand that a little.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 02:28 am UTC (link) Track This
He gave a small noise of contentment. His mind was wired so it meant she'd submitted. His hands lowered to her side, never understanding the meaning of all these layers that got in the way of skin. His tongue lapped up the traces of blood he could find.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 02:45 am UTC (link) Track This
This should have been so wrong, everything about it should have been, and yet Hati's tongue against her neck and his hands on her body were all that she wanted.
She was supposed to be a good girl but instead she went to capture his lips violently with her own, tasting the blood from her neck there and somehow finding pleasure in that as well.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 02:57 am UTC (link) Track This
This whole kissing thing never appealed to Hati. He did it because it helped him fit in, but rather then kiss he nipped and licked. His hands found her waist and settled her higher against the tree, quick fingers aiming to rid of clothes. He wanted, so he aimed to take.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 03:01 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta didn't do these things. Greta didn't go into the woods at night, she didn't let men chase her, she didn't let them bite her and help them to quickly unbutton her trousers so she could get them off, she didn't press herself against their firm bodies and bite against their neck like she was some kind of animal.
What the hell was wrong with her? She clearly wasn't trying to get away though, not any more. She had her fingers wrapped in his clothes to stop him from moving away from her either.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 03:21 am UTC (link) Track This
Hati rather liked the bites and scratches. Little Red wasn't so innocent afterall. Yet this was why he didn't like being human, clothes were such a bother.
When he was free of them it was one quick movement before moving quickly within her. Hati never really got the concept of others enjoying things. He was just focused on his own pleasure.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 03:29 am UTC (link) Track This
With her back against the tree, Greta held on tightly to Hati, wrapping her thighs around him. She shouldn't have been surprised at his roughness as nothing tonight had led her to believe anything different. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and she moaned against him, glad that they were hidden deep in the woods somewhere.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 03:42 am UTC (link) Track This
Teeth scraped and bit down onto whatever skin he could as he moved and took what he wanted. A low growl left his throat almost constantly, glad for the claim glad for that not so innocent bite she had. Everything was rough and sharp pains until heavy pleasure ran through his veins and he was left panting.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 03:47 am UTC (link) Track This
It had been a long time since Greta had had sex, and even then it had never been like that. It had never been this violent and painful thing up against some tree. That had been a boy who loved her and not this man who scared her half to death. Crushed between bark and his warm body Greta tried to catch her breath as she listened to Hati's own heavy breathing, legs still wrapped around his waist.
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 04:02 am UTC (link) Track This
Yet she'd let him, and enjoyed it. With a grin he pulled back, setting her down almost gently and licking the blood of his lips. "Little Red has bite. I like." He pushed back, straightening, grinning. "Good chase. Taste good. Like you Little Red." She wasn't Moon, not even close, but he'd happily chase her again.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 04:04 am UTC (link) Track This
Even later on Greta wouldn't be able to describe exactly what she felt about all of this. She was sore and there were cuts from his teeth all over her shoulders and throat. This wasn't normal.
She stood up on very unsteady legs and then said, at a loss, "I'm glad?"
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 04:13 am UTC (link) Track This
He chuckled and fixed his clothes. "I know. Now go on. Run on home Little Red. Or I can chase again." His fingers moved to her throat. "Take another bite. seems to like okay." He stepped back, letting her make her choice, although he was feeling hungry now. Maybe food would rank higher then chasing her again.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 04:17 am UTC (link) Track This
His hands on her throat and Greta's eyes fluttered closed for a moment at the touch. She shivered and opened them again. "I'm going home," Greta said, stepping back away from him. "No more chasing."
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[info]hatefulwolf
2011-02-05 04:36 am UTC (link) Track This
He let her step back and smiled at her. "For now. Hungry now. Chase again later." He winked at her, a mortal thing he rather liked, before stepping back and walking into the woods, quite pleased with himself. Now he had to go find food and then perhaps his Moon and he'd be set.
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[info]pathofcinders
2011-02-05 04:39 am UTC (link) Track This
Greta watched him go for a moment and then drew her hood up over her head and turned in the opposite direction, hoping that it was indeed the right way out.
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