Ectoblood - DP.The thick scent of copper and sulfur emanated from the alleyway before Valerie Gray, which did not surprise her at all—the sulfur didn't, anyway. Plasm was tangy green and sulfuric. However, the unmistakable sticky, blood-like aroma that accompanied it threw her. It sent a strong feeling through her nose, and tried hard though she did to pin its source from something else, she could not shake the suspicion that it was coming from the Phantom ghost.Ectoblood - DP. by cellyangiechowski
Why would Phantom have...blood, on it? Red, human blood? It made no sense. It claimed to have no ill will towards humanity. It claimed. Valerie knew better, but that wasn't the point. Phantom worked hard to build its illusion, had it slipped? Had it harmed someone? The very thought roiled her veins. It was wounded now, thanks to her handiwork, shoulders hulking forward as it struggled to stifle the flow, teeth grit, and bared. At her. It did not seem to have much patience left where she was concerned.
She made a m
So apparently I do things.
The Death Of The TigerThe Death Of The Tiger by Child-Of-Hades
She paced back and forth in her pen, yapping loudly at the annoying crowd of people outside. Their yells, their laughs, and their screaming continued as it always did for her every day. It was utterly nerve-racking for the anxious Thylacine, she tried yapping louder as though it would make the crowd go away. Make them go far, far away and leave her in peace.
She was, quite literally, caged.
And her only visitors made it no better for her at all. As though being enclosed weren't bad enough, she couldn't even eat whatever little food her keepers gave her without someone taunting her outside the small pen. Whether it was a young child acting loud and happy about seeing such an animal or teens throwing things at her just to see her reaction, she was constantly tormented by their sounds.
By now she'd given up calling, her voice too hoarse to yap anymore. She never stood still for a minute in her prison, pacing anxiously to and fro around the small area she was forced to call her home. She h
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