"He's..." Higgins tried to tell of who Travis was when the both of them were called out on."Are you both coming or not? I wanted to leave some scones out?" Travis asked. Their attentions had both been colonized by his single shout out. "We'll be right there!" Rayla replied out loud as she directed an unwavering curious gaze back at Higgins."We better get going." He replied, as he downed her hope at a reason to keep away from Travis's prying eyes.She became vexed for some reason as she had concluded within herself that Higgins was still unwilling to trust her as much.It was understandable if one were to judge the fact that she was undoubtedly still a stranger to him, although her efforts up till this point would tell a different tale.She brazenly stared him down before averting her gaze from him to focus and run towards Travis that called out on her."I'll be right there, Travis." She had concluded to igno
Rayla and Travis had made their way into the mansion as Higgins lingered in transit within the living area."what are you doing Higgins?" Travis asked, as he startled Higgins who had seemingly been scanning a framed potrait of what seemed like Travis' relative.Higgins stuttered, signifying that he hadn't been expecting to be interrupted so soon. "... I'm just looking at some frames. When I think about it, your father didn't seem like the type to own such wealth. Where did you…" Higgins replied, as he made reference to the underlying poverty that wreaked from the depiction of Travis' 'relative'.“My father... isn’t important." Travis impeded the thread of Higgins’ narrative, taking a breath, as well as a well deserved chuckle, then continued. "You can forget he ever existed, the same way you’re trying to forget your family ever did.” Travis spoke down on him, with a surprisingly erry smile etched unto his expression.“Why you… Gree!!!” Higgins dre
“Even if you don’t, stay here then. Or at least tell me who Bruce Marcov is, or something at the very least. I’ve told you most of what I know already so why are you so hesitant to let me know if he’s going to strangle me or something.” Rayla said as she found much fault in his apprehensiveness and brushing off tendencies.It felt as if he had intentionally been trying to push her away and the feeling irradiated from his rough manner of speaking.“What do you want from me Rayla, you don’t even know me.” He said, in an alive tone that wrought confusion at her persistence to pry further.“Whose fault is that?” She asked.“I only ask that you let off Travis, you already have me staying in his house. Now, after I explicitly told you not to trust him or tell him about anything, you come here asking me for information concerning things in my past.” Higgins saidHiggins had now been backed against the wall and couldn’t proceed because she obstructed his path, he needed to let her off.“What
Meanwhile, Vladimir had led into the tent to seemingly have his fortune told.It was appalling on the outside, a dystopian sight that had broken bottle, piss wreaking and thrown out liquor kegs in its vicinitiny with a rat that might have been alive giving a thrown out ornament head. The smell was as breath taking in the sense that it would literally leave one short of breath and the air that irritated the nervous system only contributed to the outwardly guise of shrouded instruction. “Do not enter!” It felt errie and the disregard shown to it by fellow marketers was evident in the worn out aesthetic, but this didn't halt his procession or his sighting of the shaman that dwelled within."Welcome, my guest. I hope the ladies outside didn't rob you of your treasures." The shaman said.Vladimir strolled into the tent in awe at the variety of voo-doo insighting relics that constituted the decor of the entire interior."Do you always have these, 'trinkets' on display?" He asked."Well,
His lungs gasped relentlessly, struggling to endure the noxious air that permeated the dungeon. The torment echoed in a ceaseless rhythm.Regardless of the inquisitor's relentless lashings, he held his head bent, refusing to give in.The Delta's smoldering gaze bore down on him with scorn, rendering words meaningless.Panting heavily, Higgins managed to muster the strength to speak. "Is that the best you can do, inquisitor? Put your back into it."His bold grin revealed his fortitude, as he dared to believe that the suffering inflicted upon him was mere child's play.He refused to let the Delta feel any pity for him.However, the Delta's unfazed expression, accompanied by a mild grin, suggested that such thoughts didn't even cross his mind."If you say so. Don't hold back, you weakling! Tear him apart until his skin is shredded and his spirit is melted," Ramsy declared.Delta Ramsy refused to acknowledge the inquisitor's perception of him as a living being, if he even did so in the fir
"You do not know how long I have waited for this." Ramsy raveled in the accomplishment he wrought.Higgins, although, feigned ignorance as to any knowledge he seemingly held on knowing anything that Ramsy supposedly thought he did."I'd rather call it self-pride and it's not even leading to where I need it to. I don't know what you're talking about, I don't have any shit that you need." He said.He wouldn't allow him the perceived sense of accomplishment he seemed to draw from the situation, as he tried earnestly to down Ramsy's inflamed ego.He also didn't see the light in the reason Ramsy had to want him alive. Nevertheless, he didn't fail to persistently hint his begging for his own death."I will soon rule this pack and dethrone the Alpha. Maybe then, I will have all human kind exterminated and gain full control, you don't have what I need, but you know where to find it." Ramsy blurted out."Don't gamble life based on inaccurate factoid." Higgins proclaimed his foreseen ignorance.
As Higgins broke his restraint, silence reigned supreme.His speed managed to shatter the sound barrier in a fraction of a second.This was the hunter without a legacy, whose heart-shattering only strengthened his determination to escape his island prison, forcing him to overwork himself in order to be strong enough to handle it.Alas, this also made the needed force to his own death to be insurmountable.As he heard the clattering of chains, the inquisitor's gaze was drawn to him, but his head did more than turn to his will."Clack!" As Higgins drew his zenith and jaw in opposite directions, the inquisitor's neck snapped, maintaining its turned position."What in the world did you do?" Rayla wailed, clearly thrown amiss by the sight and sound of the inquisitor collapsing on the floor."Better question, who the hell are you?" Higgins stroked his wrist, attempting to restore the flow.He talked condescendingly to the unique entity who, for the first time in several years, had him at a
"Where... Where am I?" Higgins awoke to the solitary sight of his eye glancing to his masculine mitts."Is this..." He added, as he caught a glimpse of where he might have been."This is where you belong Higgins." A female werewolf beside him called to his attention, in an erotic sense as she stroked the hair strands on his chest.The same emotion he experienced when he first saw Astoria began to disclose its source; he was certain he had relived this event before, and it was now obvious enough."How is this possible, you're..." His eyes glistened with disbelief, as he wafted any foreign element that might've insighted a mirage."Shhhhh!!! You'll jinx it..." She replied his curiosity, although still leaving him dumbfounded.She came atop him, with her sole clothed night gown allowing her warmth to caress the entirety of his abdominal region."No. No. This isn't real, I need to snap out of it." He pushed her off.The werewolf he had been grieving for years over had laid atop him, seemi