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I've been rereading some old RPs, starting with the first time these two met...
*le feels*
Plus the fact I think it's long past time I drew some more... anything up here... >w>

Tyrenan McCrae belongs to /
Morgan O'Connor belongs to me. More of her here:
A Tale of Magic and Blood--Chapter 1
The sound of baying hounds and crackling flames was loud in the child’s ears as she through the trees. Her lungs burned with the effort of breathing through her soot-caked throat. Her feet were bleeding. She’d not had time to put on her shoes. But they were numb as she dashed through the snow. Branches whipped across her face and she stumbled, twisting her ankle as she tripped over roots she couldn't see. Her body screamed for her to stop. But the hounds slavering at her heels urged her forward. She couldn't stop. Images of fangs ripping her skin and tearing her limbs from her little body filled her mind. Those men in cloaks would laugh… She couldn't stop…
  She heard something crashing through the trees… something big… and snarling… the air shook with the sound.
  The dogs trailed off into panicked whines and turned on their heels to flee, much to the distaste of their m Intro
”Take another ride on the Sunshine Highway

Take another ride, time to turn it around.

Taaaake another ride on the Su—“
    “Heard it.” With an irritable gesture, the truck radio was silenced. “About fifteen million times…” The driver of the rusted pickup grumbled, stretching and arching his back into the seat, and braced the heels of his hands against the wheel. He sighed, tired eyes narrowing as he watched the red glow of the taillights ahead of him, dim and blurred through the dark and rain. The sound of the drops of the metal roof and the steady squeak of the windshield wipers formed a steady monotonous rhythm that threatened to put him to sleep.
    He reached to the cellphone that slid over the dashboard as he followed the car ahead around another turn in the winding forest road and checked the hour. At the sight of the ‘am’ in

Description
I've been rereading some old RPs, starting with the first time these two met...
*le feels*
Plus the fact I think it's long past time I drew some more... anything up here... >w>

Tyrenan McCrae belongs to /
Morgan O'Connor belongs to me. More of her here:
A Tale of Magic and Blood--Chapter 1
The sound of baying hounds and crackling flames was loud in the child’s ears as she through the trees. Her lungs burned with the effort of breathing through her soot-caked throat. Her feet were bleeding. She’d not had time to put on her shoes. But they were numb as she dashed through the snow. Branches whipped across her face and she stumbled, twisting her ankle as she tripped over roots she couldn't see. Her body screamed for her to stop. But the hounds slavering at her heels urged her forward. She couldn't stop. Images of fangs ripping her skin and tearing her limbs from her little body filled her mind. Those men in cloaks would laugh… She couldn't stop…
  She heard something crashing through the trees… something big… and snarling… the air shook with the sound.
  The dogs trailed off into panicked whines and turned on their heels to flee, much to the distaste of their m Intro
”Take another ride on the Sunshine Highway

Take another ride, time to turn it around.

Taaaake another ride on the Su—“
    “Heard it.” With an irritable gesture, the truck radio was silenced. “About fifteen million times…” The driver of the rusted pickup grumbled, stretching and arching his back into the seat, and braced the heels of his hands against the wheel. He sighed, tired eyes narrowing as he watched the red glow of the taillights ahead of him, dim and blurred through the dark and rain. The sound of the drops of the metal roof and the steady squeak of the windshield wipers formed a steady monotonous rhythm that threatened to put him to sleep.
    He reached to the cellphone that slid over the dashboard as he followed the car ahead around another turn in the winding forest road and checked the hour. At the sight of the ‘am’ in