Abby | Parody

I’ve played it all. The bold, the bitch, the blond. Dress up has always been my thing. | 21+ RP | OC | Illegitimate daughter to a crime boss. | Making waves, taking names, kicking doors. | mature & dark themes | video credit to littlesociopath/YT

I am going to rip the life out of you! You wanted to see the wolf?! Well, here I am! | Bitten | Crossovers | 21+ RP | Mature/Detailed | Possible triggers | Penned by #Harpy

-- whenever we wanted; emitting a heavy sigh; whilst zipping up my jacket; after getting dressed.] God I'm starving.

-- not that we live near the town's folk; for all my life, we've preferred seclusion; it's an advantage, so we could hunt and shift --

- Overwhelmed by the sensations of my latest run; I quickly changed in the shed behind our house; clearly vigilant to not be seen, --

-- persist in doing things their own way, why is it so impossible for #Jeremy to understand that /this/ life, isn't what I want? Or need. --

-- untainted by the past; guiding me into a life with an unveiled sanity and a twinge upon succumbing down-spiral; Each one of us --

-- my own making; watching the world slip away, while bitterness coerced me to act upon a nature so vile inside me. Wishing I'd been --

-- necessary to get past my upbringing, wasn't enough to tempt each thought that kept me grounded in a sense. Standing in the fire of --

-- was a nightmare on it's own; I could remember specifically that one day, which changed me forever. The capacity of my brain function --

-- other hand, didn't believe I belonged here, even with #Clay in the past; my goals diverted from that of a wolf pack. My childhood --

-- to comprehending the extent of my power; #Jeremy wanted me back, sure, but it didn't make it wrong to /want/ to belong. I, on the --

[Sometimes I wished I'd been better at interpreting the everyday scenarios I've subjugated myself in, instead, I'm blinded when it comes --

-- I plan to find out; it was our duty to keep a journal of every species we encounter;}] @HeartMadeSteel #Tracking

-- warning signs chiming in to persuade me into backing away from the seemingly huge mansion ahead; I kept going. Whoever /this/ is, --

-- a strange unfamiliar scent; Ears perked, pupils dilated; I scrambled my head for any ideas on /what/ this might be, but despite the --

-- been for a long time. Hind legs pushing harder against the moist soil, keeping me on a singular track, until my nose picked up on --

-- because deep down, I wanted to make Jeremy regret his decision to bring me back into the fold. This is not /my/ home anymore. It hasn't -

wet soil, racing out of the boundaries set to keep us hidden from the sight of outsiders, but defiance at the top of my head, --

-- hands now replaced by paws; landing on all fours; somber eyes was the only thing remotely human about me now. Claws digging into --