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[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

[The shadowy figure that constituted Gin's person has made its way onto the Plane. But there are is something somewhat off about the grave-faced man— aside from what was usually off about him, of course.

He was still dressed in his usual coat and fedora, but his blonde hair wasn't all that peeked out from the shadows cast by the rim of his hat.

In fact, two big, wolfish ears seem to have sprouted atop his head, knocking his hat askew.

Blinking in confusion, before turning with a sharp glare to snatch at his coat and gather it up to expose his pants, Gin made the unfortunate discovery that a similarily furry tail unfurled over the edge of his pants.]

... you're kidding me.

[His voice was low and dangerous, but the angry twitching of his tail and the slicking back of his ears quite easily took the edge off his words.]

What is going on?!

[In his anger, he bares sharp fangs which also caught the light, glimmering menacingly.

He might be turning into a fearsome wolf (that is capable of walking upright and human speech), but caught in mid-transformation, he looked more like an un-cute kemonomimi.]

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[mirakill.livejournal.com]

[ ... And she just happens to be an evil witch (http://i.imgur.com/5SDlX.jpg). ]

Even the best of us don't come out of it unscathed, it seems.

[My little sister just saw that icon and wants to say she has Bern's hat. xDD;]

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

[Seeing Bernkastel in such a state made him feel somewhat better about his own predicament. Still, he didn't exactly look pleased about this whole mess and quickly dropped his coat to hide his tail (it still formed a conspicious lump in the fabric).]

Whose work is this?

[Awwwwwww X3]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

[ She was no stranger to wolfmen (the world of witches was a strange one...) so she was looking at him with the same expression she always did. ]

The plane, I assume. What a shame, I don't know who I should be giving a poisoned apple to.

[x3; ]

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

Much as I'd like to assist you, dear witch, I can only guess that your ideal target would instead be one with skin white as ivory, lips red as blood, and hair black as ebony. [He smirked.]

(( Then, it is a very good thing that I didn't go with choice number two and made Gin Yuki-Hime (http://blog-imgs-26-origin.fc2.com/q/u/n/qunhyskoa1132/ginyukihime.jpg)/Snow White. :P))

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

If only to devour such fair meat that bears rosy blood, dear wolf.

[ HAHAHLSJKDLJ o-oh dear ]

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

Don't torment me. I've yet to corner my rose-coloured prey, after all.

But she can't hide her scent for long. [Smirking, Gin tapped the side of his nose with a gloved finger; was that an emerging claw pulling at the fabric?]

((Gin makes such a delightful little princess. Not. :| ))

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

Devour her so there isn't a trace left. [ And she's noticing... slight smirk. He made a good wolf. ]

[... somewhere out there, Ai is getting chills, I think. ^^;;;]

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

I'll take my time and relish every morsel.

That's a promise. [He responded with a hungry, sharp-fanged smile.]

[... oh, definitely]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

And you wouldn't break a promise to a witch, would you?

[Poor, poor Ai.]

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

Not if she, also, keeps her word.

[yes ;w;]

[mirakill.livejournal.com]

A witch is bound to her word, naturally.