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He'd hunted many a deer in his time, but none such as fun as this one. "Tell ya what." He threw him down, shuffling back only just three paces. "I'll even give ya a ten second running start."

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yanking the small mutant back towards him with a wild, crazed look to his eyes — a heavy glow of yellow piercing the dark only thus illuminated by the stove's growing fire. "I think I'll take my time with you." He nudged his nose against Curo's neck, inhaling his mouthwatering scent. ++

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The muscled in his back rippled as he stretched & rolled his shoulders — a low rumble of a growl sifting through his lips. "Been awhile since deer was on the menu..! Ay, bambi???" A massive, clawed hand would catch hold of Curio's arm — ++

"One big happy family. Daughter, son, pops — or, hmm. You could play mother and I'll play the ol' man. An apron's more your style."

your boy's been around these days. Ain't that a sweet reunion, huh? And your daughter..? Hooh.. Pretty little nasty thing. Hell, we could get the whole gang together..!" Out stretched hands, giving a false sense of welcoming while a crimson stained maw stretched to a cheshire grin of malice. ++

"oh, well I wanted to give you a nice surprise — as always. You know the rules, tiny dancer." Another several steps closer, Logan's heavy scent drawn into his senses with a slow, heavy exhale. Oh how he missed that smell.. It was a had he'd been long chasing. "Y'know a lil' birdie told me ++

"Save it?" He sneered with a low, sinister laugh — it was boisterous & booming, his body near shaking in his mirth. "Oh, no, runt. We're gonna have all kinds of fun! See that's just the way it goes..! Every year, every fuckin' year we have this dance. And I'm not stoppin' now."

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his prime target — a favorite target. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘞𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦. Amber gaze near luminescent in, gleaming in unhinged malice as he let out wicked laugh. "Oh, I wouldn't miss our special day together, runt. Not when I got such a nice gift for ya."

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The pungent, metallic smell of blood hung heavy on his person, his mouth & claws dripping .. Some had been from prior endevors — other? One couldn't be so sure. Claw-tipped fingers etched along the door frame "Here's Johnny..!" His voice boomed through the room as he set his sights on ++

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for the world. What with traditions and all. Celebrations." He taunted with a drooling sneer.

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"You think I'd miss out on all the fun, pipsqueak?" Slow, calculated steps further stalked around the smaller before coming to a sudden hault, straightening his stance so that he could use his full height to the advantage. "And so close to your special day, too? Y'know I wouldn't miss it ++

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He's been grabbing the young mutants from their beds — toying with them like a predator with its prey, a cat & a mouse. "Run, run, run as fast as you can — Won't do ya any fuckin' good though..!" #Trialofterror

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"Ain't you a charmer as always, runt." He spat back, sauntering circles around his long-time rival with a look in his eyes that could only be read as giddy excitment, his claws flexing with an unsated itch. "And what about you? Sittin' here — wasted potential."

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The smell of gasoline burned into heightened senses, pulling an eerie grin to salivating lips as he sauntered closer to the deer-like. Looming over the smaller, he'd reach for a dial on the stove, upping the temperature to its highest & pulling off the switch. "I've already found what I wanted."

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"I'm startin' to think someone's been missin' me— Ain'tcha???"

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dripping crimson. Two words, short & simple ... 𝘉𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘉𝘰𝘺.

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"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘵 . . . Happy birthday to—" Bloodied hands smeared red — Fresh from a hunt prior to their games, scribing out the message for Logan beneath the dim glow of backup lighting. "You..." He cooed with a sickening laugh, leaving the words behind in ++

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—— @canadaclaws.bsky.social His body burst through walls, perfectly encompassing to his shape with eyes that gleamed bright in the pitch-black surrounding him. "Happy birthday to you.." He sang out in a low, guttural baritone that echoed through the halls as the students scattered & screamed ++

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Standing in the doorway of the kitchen — the massive shadow lurked, drool dripping down his chin in hunger ... a hunger sated only by his murderous desires & even then satisfaction was short-lived. "What's cookin' good lookin'...?"

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𝐿𝗈𝗀𝖺𝗇. @mortalruin.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

// AND NO THIS ISNT MCU AT ALL THEYRE NOT BROTHERS.

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Reposted by 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇.

“Smells like death. Even worse —- smells like the kinda death only one man can do.” #TrialofTerror

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// PLEASE MAKE SURE YOU READ MY CONTENT WARNINGS IN MY BIO!

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"Come out and play, kiddies...! You an I are about to have some 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐧." Claws dragged along the walls of the X-Mansion — marking into wood as though it were paper as he stalked through the halls with a animalistic snarl. "Let's not be shy — I ain't no big bad wolf. Heh . . . 𝐈’𝐦 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞.“

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