I Could Be Your Teddy Bear, If Teddy Bears Had Teeth

I am the conquerer, get out of my waY


he was a busy, busy man. moving things, stocking caches. why? he needed to focus on something other than his emotions. stressed and in a sense hungry for more, Érebos would scout the gorge intending to find Flintstone. he needed a fire for the armor he would plate for his siblings as something in him prepared for a raid. with the pack so large now, he knew they'd come.

more than ever insomnia mattered to him. and too much it seemed. medusa got in his head. that night, the way he took her.. it imprinted in his mental as he found himself ruminating those raw lustful scenes again & again. so caught up that when he passed the entry of the gorge, he didn't see her.



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