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Fate's Survivors

@flounderingdestinies / flounderingdestinies.tumblr.com

A handful of wandering souls
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ᴏʟᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴜsᴇs—ᴜɴɪᴛᴇ!

ᴡᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 20 ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇʀ ɪs ᴀ ғᴜɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ—ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ɪᴛ ɪs! ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜɴ ᴅᴏᴇsɴ'ᴛ sᴛᴏᴘ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ʜɪᴛs 30. ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ’s ᴘʟᴇɴᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs ʟᴇғᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.

ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʟᴏɢs—ɪғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ ɪs 30+ ʏᴇᴀʀs ᴏʟᴅ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴏsᴛ sᴏ ᴜs “ᴏʟᴅɪᴇs” ᴄᴀɴ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ!

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My Characters Sorted

This has possessed me over the last hour so I’m just gonna post a quick guide in case anyone was wondering.

Claudia Donovan - Slytherin Maddox Walker - Hufflepuff Catra - Slytherin Adora - Gryffindor Cassandra - Gryffindor Tommi - Slytherin (?not actually sure of this one?) Anaya - Hufflepuff Avery - Slytherin Noah - Ravenclaw Allana - Hufflepuff Kael - Hufflepuff Jael - Slytherin Faith - Hufflepuff Myka - Ravenclaw Theo - Gryffindor Chris - Ravenclaw

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                                 they told you innocence dies fast

                                 but you never understood how fast it was

                                 until your own was   ( s c r e a m i n g )

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                     Why does  t r a g e d y  exist? 

                            Because you are full of rage

                                     Why are you full of rage

                                             Because you are full of grief.

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   @flounderingdestinies​ - anaya liked for a starter from tessa sutherland.
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     Distress, fear and agony radiated through the blonde, fingers digging into the damp ground beneath her as she struggled to find breath, to try and silence the sobs that had pulled her out of whatever haze of unconsciousness she’d been left in –  she didn’t know where she was, only that her entire body felt as if it had been set aflame, and that she’d woken retching and shaking – naked, covered only in blood and dirt and leaves, her throat burning and her stomach clenching.    She’d managed, somehow, to crawl her way towards the sound of running water, had slurped up and spat out enough water to clear her mouth, to sooth most of the pain in her throat, but she’d shied away from the image of her own reflection, disheveled, just as she’d shied away from the streaks of red that had escaped from her hands when she’d tried to wash her fingers and palms.  
     She couldn’t even remember how she had gotten out here, out of the city that was the last thing she remembered, a small village that she’d been staying in, recuperating from the savage attack almost a month ago – how was she going to find her way back?  How was she going to explain this –
     A sharp breath drawn in at the sound of movement, a distinctly heavy step, and she pulled herself back, trying to curl her arms in, her legs up as she pressed herself back against the tree, trying to cover as much of herself as she could.  She didn’t want to call out, didn’t want to draw attention … but what choice did she have?  She didn’t know how else she would get back – “Hel-hello?”  Her voice was shaking, and rough, and she wasn’t even sure if anyone would hear her, much less if they did, if they’d speak English.  “Is – is someone there?”

Ana’s search had finally taken her away from the US, the hunters she was tracking running scared from the unknown ‘beast’ making their old friends and fellows drop like flies.  She’d spent the previous night’s full moon roaming the forest in full wolf shape, hunting rabbits and such just to relax as much as she could.  But then she’d caught the scent of another wolf, mixed with fear and uncertainty, and she tracked it until she came across the stream where a girl was shaking beside the water.  Pausing where she stood she cocked her head, huffing in another deep breath to make sure her senses were accurate.  Once she was absolutely certain this girl was also a wolf she shifted back, unbothered by her own nudity as she crouched across the stream from the girl.

“Hey, you alright?”  She asked, voice rough and raspy from lack of use but true concern in her dark eyes.  Her brown skin was littered with scars, from the silvery ones that wrapped around her wrists and neck to the crescent moon shapes scattered across her torso and the thin lines across her forearms.  It was obvious she’d been in plenty of fights, but she kept herself still and calm while waiting for a reaction.

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