the scent of your blood, the joy of the fight
a poem inspired by thoughts and impressions of Peter Hale and Chris Argent
For some reason, my fandom thoughts are coming in a rather poetic form. I'm taking advantage as the words flow out. Again, with heavy Peter POV.
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rough sandpaper skin and gun oil
bliss to my senses but danger to all else
hunter is hunting you down
i have claws and fangs and dangerous reflexes
he has no need to fear these things
my hunter is hunting you down
i race and bay at the moon in the night
outpacing, outmatching, you're done
the scent of your blood, the joy of the fight
my hunter will kill you now.
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