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mistrals-son:

He met her gaze, eyes shifting slightly to offer a harder gaze. Mercury scowled, a hot breath billowing out against the faunus’ face like a bull’s snort.

“Any bond can be broken.” he replied, voice soaked with venom and words sharp like shards of glass. Steely eyes traced over her form, drinking in the faunus’ details. How odd… she was all black and white… while he was shades of gray. Perhaps it was fitting.
“Do you even know what you are?”

“ It’s going to take more than spiteful words & a sour attitude, if you’re going to try to sway me. ”

—— And with that, she’s faltering.

         Slightly. There isn’t anything

         physical that can scare her;

         It’s something she still has 

         yet to overcome.

“ I’m a Huntress. ” 

— blushin g too much om fg pls u are too much of a cutie-- — and yes! you should find me as sharlatte mackert or something.