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To say that there was a lot going on would be the understatement of the month. One might even claim the entire year. If you were fresh into this pack scene, cherry still intact, this kind of overstimulation would send you sprinting home, tail between your legs and stomach sick. Thankfully she'd been a wolfblood for more than a handful of years. Silas could have taken on a normal life; stayed a human, got a nice full-time job, girlfriend... The whole shebang. He could have avoided a life chockful of fear and prejudice. Instead, ten year old little Prim was overtaken by a grown man, his crazed eyes still instilling emotions in her she couldn't explain.<br/>
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It was the kind of crazed look that made you wonder why they hadn't been put out of their misery yet. That kind of person shouldn't be capable of living any sort of normal life. He bit her all down the lengths of her back, tearing through her sesame street shirt. Turning was horrifying. She was certain she'd die. Silas was there for her, fifteen at the time. After realizing what kind of transformation she was undergoing, he demanded that she bite him too. He wouldn't permit her enduring such suffering alone. Since then, it's been the two against the world.<br/>
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Until arriving in Ravenbane, of course. It'd been a couple years now. She still holds a gratitude unmatchable by anyone else. That's why even despite her big brother being a magnanimously colossal dickhead, she'd never let anyone fuck him over. He was her hero.<br/>
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Enzo crept up to on her blindside as the alpha tore away from the group, beta clearly needing him for something urgent. Her honey hazel eyes brushed over the sentinels silhouette, grinning as she remarked at the burnished glow the bonfire gave him. He looked just like the troublemaker he was. Or ended up being tonight, at least. She nodded along to his words, eyes rolling with bemusement. "<b>I scold him because you goad him on, Maverick.</b>" She joked back, prodding him in the chest with two fingertips.<br/>
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Flattening out her top to shake off any stray crumbs, Primrose glanced back toward the pack homes. "<b>Aside from correcting you chaotic testoster-drones, I intend on retreating beneath a silk sheet to watch horrible movies. I have an important job tomorrow in the afternoon, and I want to relish in the freedom of this evening." </b>She expressed with zeal, beginning her march back to the homes. Before stalking off, she lightly tugged at Enzo's wrist and let go to urge him to follow. There was no use in hearing herself speak, after all.<br/>
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<div class="bbCodeBlock-content">To say that there was a lot going on would be the understatement of the month. One might even claim the entire year. If you were fresh into this pack scene, cherry still intact, this kind of overstimulation would send you sprinting home, tail between your legs and stomach sick. Thankfully she'd been a wolfblood for more than a handful of years. Silas could have taken on a normal life; stayed a human, got a nice full-time job, girlfriend... The whole shebang. He could have avoided a life chockful of fear and prejudice. Instead, ten year old little Prim was overtaken by a grown man, his crazed eyes still instilling emotions in her she couldn't explain.<br/>
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It was the kind of crazed look that made you wonder why they hadn't been put out of their misery yet. That kind of person shouldn't be capable of living any sort of normal life. He bit her all down the lengths of her back, tearing through her sesame street shirt. Turning was horrifying. She was certain she'd die. Silas was there for her, fifteen at the time. After realizing what kind of transformation she was undergoing, he demanded that she bite him too. He wouldn't permit her enduring such suffering alone. Since then, it's been the two against the world.<br/>
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Until arriving in Ravenbane, of course. It'd been a couple years now. She still holds a gratitude unmatchable by anyone else. That's why even despite her big brother being a magnanimously colossal dickhead, she'd never let anyone fuck him over. He was her hero.<br/>
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Enzo crept up to on her blindside as the alpha tore away from the group, beta clearly needing him for something urgent. Her honey hazel eyes brushed over the sentinels silhouette, grinning as she remarked at the burnished glow the bonfire gave him. He looked just like the troublemaker he was. Or ended up being tonight, at least. She nodded along to his words, eyes rolling with bemusement. "<b>I scold him because you goad him on, Maverick.</b>" She joked back, prodding him in the chest with two fingertips.<br/>
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Flattening out her top to shake off any stray crumbs, Primrose glanced back toward the pack homes. "<b>Aside from correcting you chaotic testoster-drones, I intend on retreating beneath a silk sheet to watch horrible movies. I have an important job tomorrow in the afternoon, and I want to relish in the freedom of this evening." </b>She expressed with zeal, beginning her march back to the homes. Before stalking off, she lightly tugged at Enzo's wrist and let go to urge him to follow. There was no use in hearing herself speak, after all.</div>
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