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Truly, the affairs that would be discussed afterwards were not meant for humans to witness.
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Its distinctive sound was inaudible to most who shied away from modification of both mechanical and biological origin, and even those who could dared not interfere lest they wish to be made the Horned Wolf’s prey. From the dark duster concealing her form, Ynver produced her hunting weapon of choice and pointed it upwards before cautiously working its action and inserting a howling slug into its chamber. The path of the Horned Wolf was not particularly important within the Order of the Endless Hunt, being relegated to those who hadn’t formed bonds with packmates from other paths and would rather work on their lonesome, but it was still part of the pack and as such they could convene so long as all interactions were respectul.
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Her ancestors’ pitiful reasons for hunting had all chalked up to simply “sport”, as they called it, taking the life of beasts for no reason other than personal enjoyment and meaningless achievement - truth be told, they couldn’t even eat what they killed and this was what she found most despicable among the pile of filth left by their deeds. This person was Ynver Uqchulde-f of the pack of the Horned Wolf, the latest in a disgraced lineage of hunters that could be traced directly to Terra and some of the first exobiologists to set foot in newly terraformed worlds to catalog - and hunt - all manner of beast, be it small and natural or gigantic and engineered. There was a slight wind in the air as an individual approached a small altar decorated with gems and bone charms, the greyish fog of a nearby smokestack rolling over that masked person’s brown garb as if it intended to unveil a great secret of a long forgotten era. In the rooftops, however, things were different: the claustrophobic and labyrinthine streets still resided below, a tangled mess of lives and machines not even bothering to function with any semblance of grace, yes, but those who were brave enough to climb their way up were rewarded with some much needed space to breathe, even if the air was of dubious quality nowadays after one too many a manufactory had foregone replacing its polluent filtering systems. It was as welcoming as an inelegant rat king of wires, pipes, tubing, broken-down machinery and an assortment of phenomena best left unspoken could - like that one time someone though it would be funny if the hydroponics bay of a ten-star hotel were filled with liquified corpses fresh from the morgue instead of water. Public transportation trains rode on magnetic rails intermittently while low-altitude aircraft circulated in the space above, the whistling hum of their thrusters filling the monotonous silence one would expect to hear in this part of the city’s off-hours. Ganymede’s sprawling cityscape extended as far as the eye could see, each little luminous dot against the black void or exceedingly tall buildings being a small reminder of just how populous this moon had become over the course of the years. Gather around, grab something to drink or eat, put something in the background to listen to if you must.Īim to Head's Unbound dark techno/EBM mix ( youtu.be/7lzYxi38gBQ) They can't beat (really?) really whole fame" I don't need brushes to paint (it's facts) Rhymеs are so punchy and it's so high shit They can't beat (really?) really whole fameĪll my life, i'm crazy lean, it's fantastically