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Dabbing over the wound of the Ryuu made the guy clutch his hand into a tight fist hissing and bitting over the cloth on his mouth. The heart tattoo on his wrist with the wings on it in the middle has the initial of R and K. With the arrow bottom going in and out of the heart. "He was the sinner not like you must be worst than you" Takeshi mumbles applying the cream carefully over the corner, placing the cotton over it at the end warping the white bandage around his wound. Ryuu turns his gaze at the boy who has his head bending down rolling the bandage on his wrist. He really can't say or make out what he is really saying as the voice starts to go far and far in the distance.

Each one was a Varulv, and they were equipped with coilspears and tower shields. Where their loadouts differed was with their shoulder mounts and sidearms. A couple had beamcannons while the others had chainguns or missile pods. If Kali’s wing was designed to annihilate, then Freya’s wing was designed to defend. “Alright Ravens, it’s time to take to the stars,” Freya told the fleet, “Let’s see what trouble the Corvus Republic can get into.”

Even her name meant a small songbird which fits with the sunny weather so well. Robin took a look at the clothes that Wren had brought with her. She was surprised to see a simple yellow sundress with large printed flowers on it. It looks too bright and feminine for Raven’s taste. In fact they had never seen Raven wore clothes as bright as this and with feminine patterns like its flowers. Raven always wore plain shirts and pants all with the basic dull colors. Still, with her porcelain skin and pitch black eyes and a hair as dark as ebony, her plain clothes still suited her so well.

He was too intelligent to waste his time on her. Asher got up from his chair and took off his robe. His wings tattoos spread across his back, his scapula and his biceps flexed with his muscles. “Are you serious?” Raven frowned, annoyingly. “All she needs to do is bear our offspring. All this is so unnecessary and a clear waste of time.” Preach bro! Raven was the most unfiltered man. But I loved to be anything and anyone but my true self. Life was much easier with the mask of a fake smile on.

Ravi said again, gently running his fingers through Raymond's already disheveled hair. If Raymond hadn't come to help him then, Ravi wouldn't know what his condition would have been like, or he might have even died from the excruciating pain. Ravi's hand trailed over the soft feathers on Raymond's folded wings, instantly causing Raymond to close his eyes. "Why do you have black wings among the others?" Ravi grew curious, his hand unable to stop stroking Raymond's increasingly soft and gentle wings against his skin, the soothing scent of chocolate beginning to envelop him, enticing Ravi to close his eyes and follow what Raymond was doing.

He never really mentioned her much, but they had issues. LuciferessX: Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Reign707: I’ll try not to Lol. You owe me a picture, remember? Of your new tattoo? Oh yeah! I look down at my right shoulder. I had a tattoo of vines, with small thorns and red roses that spread from my shoulder down the right side of my breast and to my waist, as well as the full sleeve of my right arm. Well, if he wants a picture…

They weren’t the kind that healed clean; some were pale, others a little darker, like they’d been through something quite rough. Then there were the tattoos. On the left side of his chest, close to where his heart should be, was a small name written in cursive — RIA. I couldn’t tell who she was, but it looked… personal. Right above his collarbone on the other side, another name, IVY. The writing was simple but bold, like something that carried weight. And on the top of his forehead arm, I noticed a single wing, slightly shaded, fading toward the edge half complete.

Through the rips in reality, I caught glimpses of somewhere else - a place of eternal darkness that oozed nothing but terror. Then she stepped through. Raven. Raven had changed since our encounter at Blake's house months ago. Her ebony skin now bore intricate blood-red tattoos that covered every visible inch of her body. They weren't just markings - they were moving, shifting patterns that pulsed with their own malevolent light. Her crimson eyes burned with power that made the air around her shimmer like heat waves. When she moved, reality bent slightly, as if the world itself was afraid of her presence. Even Dante stepped back, recognition and something like fear flickering across his ancie

I inwardly murmured to myself. Ethan had a tattoo on his back. Right across his shoulders were medium- sized horizontal wings. They looked a little Goth and almost Greco-Roman in their black inked starkness. I loved the quote underneath the wings. No more yielding but a dream. I saw it in the shower when he turned to get the soap.

"Ten years ago, during the first Silverfang push. We were caught in a canyon. I was the only one who made it out. I put their names where I could feel them every time I breathe. It reminds me that my life isn't just mine. I carry them with me." Raven didn't pull away. She leaned forward, her chest pressing against my back. The heat of her body was a shock to my system. She dipped her fingers into a small jar of peppermint oil she had brought. She began to rub it into the skin over my old wounds. "You carry so much, Jax," she whispered. "It's my job," I said. "It shouldn't be your only job," she countered. She moved around to the side, her knees brushing against my thigh. She looked at the la