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It's tough, to juggle the life of the a assassin and his daily life. Sometimes, he does wish he'd died back then, but as life has shown, through his best friend, that it ain't all bad. Maybe he can have hope that in the future, he could leave Eitir, leave this town behind and the catacombs that imprison him. Yet he finds himself in more trouble then he can handle when he accepts a mission he'll never forget. -A story of love and hatred. Of acceptance and forgiveness. Asexual and genderfluid representation alongside other lgbtq characters.- "Hey you deaf or something? I'm talking to you" A small smirk played on Crow's lips as she eyed him up and down, careful to make it as obvious as possible that his appearance wasn't jack shit. He was the typical muscle guy who spent days in the gym and didn't respect anyone but his pack. She knew his type. Didn't respect and just took what he wanted. Crow spoke slow, disinterested. "You think you're hot shit because of your muscles but let me tell you this. Nothing hot about a wolf sized apple straining to take a shit". The "pack" on the other side of the bar howled in surprise and laughter and the buff wolf seemed embarrassed before that look turned to anger as he grabbed her by the collar and threw her into a wall at the end of the bar. She stumbled to the ground, wiping blood off her lips, grinning as she was lifted up, dangling by his canine teeth. "That's more like it" She murmured. The adrenaline, the fight, it felt like living again. He hesitated for a moment, a look of confusion and disgust flashed past his blue eyes then she felt his grip loosen as he fell back on the floor. A knife was close to his neck as a shadow appeared from the side. Ah the fun police has arrived, Crowley thought to herself and sighed.
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