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darius scarlett (
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2025-03-22 08:40 pm (UTC)
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My poor Puppy
Knowing what they were, what they did to you
I curse myself for those endless months of
No, I know you understand, it’s no matter of blame, only I
It ached me, burned corrosion through my blood to keep you as a secret, to urge our silence
[ … ]
The messages they sent you
The ways they spoke of you, all that those men, those feigning lovers demanded
What they took from you. What they took from us. We’ll find every hand involved, and they will suffer to their mewling ends.
[ … ]
Vicious, pretty wolf—
Never despair and never doubt, hm?
That hunt awaits us. Twelve years will pass, and then what need have we for withholding our nature? What good need we find in restraint?
What cause to spare any one of them - grasping, puling, sad little men - from meeting their consequences?
Every injury will have its payment. Restitution is owed, and will not be forgotten.
Ah, Puppy. I will
thrill
to see my wolf take blood.
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My poor PuppyKnowing what they were, what they did to youI curse myself for those endless months ofNo, I know you understand, it’s no matter of blame, only IIt ached me, burned corrosion through my blood to keep you as a secret, to urge our silence[ … ]
The messages they sent youThe ways they spoke of you, all that those men, those feigning lovers demandedWhat they took from you. What they took from us. We’ll find every hand involved, and they will suffer to their mewling ends.[ … ]
Vicious, pretty wolf—
Never despair and never doubt, hm?
That hunt awaits us. Twelve years will pass, and then what need have we for withholding our nature? What good need we find in restraint?
What cause to spare any one of them - grasping, puling, sad little men - from meeting their consequences?
Every injury will have its payment. Restitution is owed, and will not be forgotten.
Ah, Puppy. I will thrill to see my wolf take blood.