𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯

the world runs on power. everything is determined by the superior power. you are weak. that is why you lose.

/ PLEASE

/ someone do this to durge pls

ᅠ ᅠ “ use it how you wish , gale . 𝒾 can fetch another if this is insufficient . ” head titled ; tail flicked eagerly . ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ “ you may cook it . ” hardly ; as infuriatingly kind he was , durge tolerated 𝙝𝙞𝙢 more than others . ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ “ yes . ” answered plainly . staring . eat it . ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ “ you are welcome . ” he nodded , satisfied with his work . ᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ spits out a dead rabbit at 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 feet . a 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩 . ᅠ ᅠ

" yes, sweetheart. how have you been? you look like you haven't slept in a while. you're getting so thin. are you eating? "

" my dear boy. I would recognize you from a million people in a crowd. "

" gale? Is that you, darling? "