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Post by BB-8 on Mar 30, 2017 19:30:40 GMT -5
Dang that's an accomplishment. Congrats to ur bro!!
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 30, 2017 20:19:37 GMT -5
{ FOR REAL!? HARVARD!? you're brother must be one smart cookie, Glow <3 }
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 30, 2017 20:22:24 GMT -5
Dang! Wow, congrats to him man!! Like super congrats!!)
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Post by amberice on Mar 30, 2017 20:25:16 GMT -5
(That's so awesome, congrats to him!)
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Post by BB-8 on Mar 30, 2017 20:36:03 GMT -5
o look its a technicolor doodle
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Post by Misty on Mar 30, 2017 20:39:59 GMT -5
(Congrats to your brother!)
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 30, 2017 20:44:45 GMT -5
{ all the better to mooch off of him when he's successful!
oh my god! that doodle is beautiful! I'm guessing that's Blair? }
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Post by BB-8 on Mar 30, 2017 20:48:57 GMT -5
Yup yup Blair being painfully pale
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Post by amberice on Mar 30, 2017 20:53:53 GMT -5
(Blaaaiiir!)
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 30, 2017 20:59:59 GMT -5
Oh!! Yessss I have a reference pic now of her
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 30, 2017 21:00:27 GMT -5
wish I could draw lmao
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ɴᴏ ᴀᴅᴍɪᴛᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ʙᴜsɪɴᴇss
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Post by ℊℓоω on Mar 30, 2017 21:07:12 GMT -5
Hugo was honestly just ready to settle in and get partying. Making mandatory friends was fun and all, but he highly doubted he’d be spending too much time with his “Chosen”. They were probably just a way to force freshmen to do their homework. No, he expected he would find a few people in his dorm or in classes that were fun to hang out with. Therefore, he was pretty relaxed as he went in search of “Blair Dubois”. Either she would be cool or she wouldn’t. It didn’t matter too much to him in the long run. Besides, school didn’t matter much to him. His parents had practically forced him to go to a private school for the prestige factor. He also expected they wanted him to be as far away from home as possible, so they could go on their wine retreats in peace. All in all, he decided on Caligo because it had a nice campus and because he could spend the money his parents had saved for college on other things.
His hands were in his pockets as he perused the aisles. How they were all supposed to find each other he didn’t really know. Perhaps he should have worn a name tag. Thankfully she was better equipped for finding that he was, and before he knew it he was standing before a young woman with brunette hair and slightly sad eyes. She was pretty, he admitted.
“Hugo was it? Blair--it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said. Her voice was surprisingly flirtatious, and his eyebrow twitched in surprise. Interesting.
Well, being the gentleman that he was, Hugo offered her a friendly smile. “Yes, Hugo. Nice to meet you, Blair. What are you, a senior?” he asked. He figured small talk was the quickest way to figure out if his “chosen” would be an ally or a mere acquaintance. If she was as charming as her introduction, he supposed her company would be quite enjoyable. He wondered if she knew what the students of Caligo did to have some fun. It didn’t really seem like a party crowd, to his disappointment. In fact, most everyone there seemed more like nerds. He felt a little out of place in his backwards visor and boat shoes. Most of the other boys were wearing button down shirts and slacks. Well, he hadn’t gotten the memo that it was formal attire.
“Say,” he started. “What kind of hangouts do you guys have here? Is there like a coffee shop or something?” Her looked down at her, dark brows slightly pinched. He was tan from spending most of the summer on the beach with his brothers. There were even hints of a recent burn on his forearms. Everything about Hugo screamed “rich frat boy”, and he did nothing to break the stereotype.
It was an odd joy that filled Artistide as he watched Sid explore the greenhouse. She bent to examine a single poppy with a curiosity and a care of a botanist. With his sharp eyesight, he could see aphids crawling on the spindly green stem. He wondered if she saw them too. Or if she noticed the way the light shone through the delicate crimson petals. Rather, he knew that she noticed the right things. He could see it in the way her eyes lit up. The girl had an eye for finer things, and it was a unique gift. He prayed internally that she would be in his art history class, so he could share with her more beautiful things. It would become his mission for the year to elicit that response from her in as many ways as he could manage. A smile pulled at the corners of his pale mouth. He felt he had found a kindred spirit.
His eyes trailed her as she straightened and then walked back toward him, planting herself several feet away. “Okay, you’ve asked me a question, now I get to ask you one,” she said. Her gaze was surprisingly direct, and he met it, curious to see how long she could maintain eye contact. He felt her examining him. Strangely enough, it brought up an insecurity in him. How did this young creature see him now? Was she passed the first impression of intimidation and predation? It made him want to invade her mind. His vampiric side urged him to crack her skull open and observe what it released. He imagined butterflies were kept there, and all things delicate and beautiful. No doubt they would bust free, scattering for the skies to populate the earth with color that perched on tree leaves. But he could never hurt her, not to the extent that she couldn’t heal. He knew in the back of his mind that at some point soon he would need her blood. But to puncture the ivory skin of her throat--no, he brushed the thought aside.
“How old are you?” Her question caught him off guard. He laughed as casually as he could manage.
“Older than you, I can assure you that,” he answered with a hint of humor. His instinct was to dodge the question. Had he been human, had he been the normal professor she assumed him to be, he would have answered similarly. But, he wanted to be honest with Sid. He pushed the glasses further up the bridge of his nose. How old would he have been in this fantasy? If he had been human, not obligated to see her as a piece of prey but as an equal. “I’m thirty four.” He’d be a bit older than he looked, he decided.
It brought up an interesting question of his own, that he refrained from saying aloud. Why did she want to know how old he was? It seemed a little odd that a student would ask their professor unless they had some reason. Did she have a crush on him? Was she doing the math in her head to decide if he was young enough that it was okay? If only she knew. If only she knew he had walked the earth at the time of Shakespeare. If only she knew that he was older than the country in which they lived. And yet….And yet, thirty four felt more honest an answer. Thirty four was what he was to the real world. All of the “truth” was hidden behind too much deception to be clean.
“Anyway,” he said, lightly clearing his throat. “I thought I would show you to my office quickly, so you know where to find me if you ever have questions.”
With her consent, he led the way out of Tenebrarum to the far end of campus. The building that housed the professors’ private spaces looked deceptively small from the outside. He knew that the basement was the most closely protected space in the college. But that was not why he brought her there. He hoped she would never see the basement, nor would she ever find out what it was used for. To her the building would be nothing more than a safe space, one where she could come to him if she needed help with her work, or if she needed someone to talk to.
His office was facing out toward the forest. It was one of the larger rooms, given he had specifically chosen it hundreds of years ago. Inside, it was rather modest in many respects. He had a desk that was piled with many books, all with tattered covers. There was no computer (he avoided technology like the plague), only an antique lamp with a golden light that contrasted the cold gray of the world outside the window. On the walls were three paintings, from his earlier life. An appraiser would have choked on their breath to find them in a professor’s study.
“I hope you’ll come to visit me,” he said, glancing at her as she took in the surroundings.
She drew three steady breaths. The ceiling was spinning, and the bed felt unsteady against her back. She did not feel sick, in fact the feeling that hummed through her body was rather the opposite. She felt as though her senses were heightened in that every touch of Thane’s hands on her arms and torso was like a thousand touches. They felt immediate and infinite at the same time in a way that was difficult to wrap her mind around. In fact, everything about the scene was difficult to comprehend. The rational side of her brain was completely shut off and replaced by an overwhelming desire to feel and be felt. The lightest brush of his lips caused a sensation that rippled across her entire being. Sbe rose to him, even against the constraints of his hands pushing her down against the mattress.
In a moment of clarity, she looked down to find they were both fully clothed. The wave of relief was overshadowed by Thane’s attention moving back up to her mouth. The time it took for his lips to reach hers seemed like an eternity, and when they did it was enough to force a soft moan from her throat. Her breath caught as they broke apart again. Her golden eyes searched his features with feverish need. She watched as he bit his bottom lip, and then clenched him in concern when she saw he had done it hard enough to draw blood. “Thane,” she protested softly, but he silenced her with a kiss. She could taste the blood on his mouth. It was sweet and coppery. She payed close attention to his bottom lip, gently brushing his wound. Because of her immediate lack of a sense of reality, it occurred to her that she could feel the stinging in Thane’s lip as acutely as he did. It was stinging and dull and she did not question it. It was completely within the realm of possibility that she could feel his pain because lust shut off the rational side of her brain.
Their time together, in all of its confusion and glory, defied the laws of time. At one point, her eyes shifted to the window to find that the sky had cleared, and sunset was nearing. She was lying on her stomach, her golden curls splayed upon the pillow. The pillow that did not even have a case. She realized in the stillness that the bed was bare, because she had yet to retrieve the bedding from her bags. It seemed dreadfully unimportant. The bed could be bare for an eternity for all she cared; she would never move again. Her arm was draped over Thane’s chest, and her side lightly brushing his. How they had landed there she could not remember. But she could feel his ribs slowly expanding and then contracting with every breath. The pad of her index finger traced figure eights on his shirt. Thane Kingston. Descendant of kings, without a doubt. She felt privileged to be next to him, because she knew he was cut from the finest cloth.
“So do you do that with all your Chosen?” she asked jokingly. It broke the comfortable silence in the air like the popping of a balloon, but it carried no resentment. A laugh bubbled to her lips, and she refrained from adding that she too feverishly made out all of the sons of headmasters she encountered, no questions asked. And then it occurred to her that she had never been told if Thane really was the son of Headmaster Kingston. How she had gotten it in her head, she didn’t know. And so she asked the more serious follow up question: “Was that man who gave the speech your dad?”
She was still as she listened to his answer. It was the first time she was centered enough to closely listen to his voice. It felt familiar in every way, so much so that she could have predicted each word that exited his mouth. And yet she desired nothing more than to hear him talk. Like the sound of the ocean, or the chirping of crickets, it was comforting at a time when she did not need to be comforted. She blinked up at him watchfully until he stopped. And then she gave a smile.
“Well!” she said, bobbing up her weight onto her elbows. “Maybe now you can fulfill your promise to help me unpack, you slacker.”
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 30, 2017 21:17:26 GMT -5
{ time to get to work! honestly, Sterling and Thane have set such a high standard it's been like ten minutes in-rp and they've already gone on this rollercoaster! I'm not sure if Artistide and Sid will ever reach their level u-u }
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 30, 2017 21:52:56 GMT -5
{ well, I personally prefer slow-burn romances so yeah, something like that would work for me like, he starts to basically starve and then finally reveals the truth to Sid and she has to choose between helping him or not
edit: or Arti has to decide whether or not to tell her in the first place or risk looking for meal in someone else's chosen! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 30, 2017 21:56:34 GMT -5
{{ typing a response. omg Thane stop being so freaking adorable }}
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 30, 2017 21:58:12 GMT -5
Would anyone happen to have an open character I can throw Vison at?)
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 30, 2017 21:58:53 GMT -5
{{ I have Jaxx but she's a more outgoing, potty-mouthed version of Imani lol }}
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Post by Misty on Mar 30, 2017 22:03:27 GMT -5
(I have Rebecca, Samuel and Rhett open but I'm out right now.)
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Post by amberice on Mar 30, 2017 22:06:07 GMT -5
Imani shrugged once. "The student body is pretty small," she said, watching as Gabrielal began to ramble on about learning and whatnot. She raised an eyebrow again. The female was a fast talker, it seemed. Hm. "Horses are pretty cool," she said, almost out of the blue. "Maybe he'll teach you how to ride or something. That would be neat." She drummed her hands on her thigh, feeling anxious again. She never really felt comfortable in social situations, and right now she didn't really know how to handle it. "My mentor is someone named Sam," she said with a shrug. "Dunno who that is." In all honestly, Imani didn't really care, as long as whoever her mentor was didn't interfere when it came to her art. Imani had the tendency to lock herself away for hours, and some people would get worried about her. It was preposterous; she was fine. Something else was bugging her though; something was putting her on edge. Her survival instincts had been triggered, and she had the feeling that anything could send her into fight or flight in an instant.
She shifted her weight, adjusting her seat to find a more comfortable position. The ceremony was over; the headmaster had walked off stage. "I wonder if we're allowed to leave yet?" she mused aloud, unable to hide the hint of hope in her voice. There were two things that Imani wanted to do: paint or draw, and go back to bed. Here was the last place she wanted to be. "Oh. Uh, here's my phone number." She rattled off a series of number. "In case you want to, uh, hang out. Or something." She wasn't going to lie, the idea of spending a lot of time down at a barn didn't seem all that appealing. Horses were heavy, with hard feet and large teeth. She'd heard enough about horses to know she wanted to admire from afar for her own safety. But if her mentor wanted to go down to the barn, she didn't think she had much choice in the matter. As the assembly began to shift and everyone around her began to stand and mingle, she stood as well, stretching her arms up above her head, "I'd think so! Or at least we're allowed to hunt down our mentors." She began to glance around the room, but, being perfectly honest, she had no idea what he looked like or even what to expect from this program as a whole. Far toodistracted by her search, Gabriella nearly missed the string of numbers. Catching on at the last second, she nodded and mumbled them over and over as she opened her phone and tried to navigate to the contacts before she forgot the order. Once she'd entered them all in, she quickly texted the number before looking up to give Imani a big smile. She couldn't help but feel excited. She already had a new friend, which was so very exciting. She'd been worried that, with this rather upscale environment, she'd have trouble meeting others, but apparently it wouldn't be so bad here after all!
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 30, 2017 22:11:53 GMT -5
That'll work, I imagine Vison tries to get along with everyone. What's Jaxx doing right now so I can send the loser their way)
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Post by 𝒇𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒏 on Mar 30, 2017 22:12:38 GMT -5
[ Yeah yeah that's what I was thinking. Would you prefer to him to try feeding from her and then eventually decide against it? Or never go there at all? Because I feel like he'd have a lot of trouble with it since he's already developing feelings for her. Plus he might become convinced that he can last without it because he's so old and has so much self control. Apparently. ] { hmm do whatever you feel would suit his personality best so, basically do whatever you think Arti would do? or something like that! it's up to you really! }
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 30, 2017 22:15:19 GMT -5
{{ probably just chillin like a villain in the auditorium lol }}
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 30, 2017 22:24:19 GMT -5
Thane purred, like a content cat. He curled around his mate, tucking Sterling against his chest as she rose to press against him. Her smell comforted him, soothed all of his worries. She was his; his little bird, and he’d finally captured her. His arms curled around her form, caging her against his chest with gentle but firm pressure. “Mine,” he murmured, so softly that he didn’t really thing she’d heard him. She had a human’s hearing as it was. There was a pang in his chest, and he felt sickened. She was human, and he was not. What could he offer her? Nothing but pain and the threat of death. He was quiet for a moment, burying his nose against Sterling’s throat. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent, her essence. He committed in to memory, as he could feel his world crumbling, inch by inch. He’d mated a human; he’d formed the blood bond with Sterling, and all of that went against his father’s expectations. Despair welled in his heart, heavy and full of burning heat and blistering cold. He couldn’t keep her; to keep her safe, he’d have to keep her at an arm’s length.
That hurt; Thane didn’t want to give her up. She was his, was everything he’d been looking for. Perfect; a little bird fluttering in the wind. Thane had finally gotten a hold of his free bird, and he didn’t want to let her go. His heart was breaking, shattering in his chest. Their bond pulsed, and Thane closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on their connection. He didn’t want her to worry, didn’t want her to know the agony he was experiencing. Though it killed him, he carefully closed the bond just enough so that it didn’t ping on her radar. The connection was still there, just narrowed. “Yes, he was,” Thane stated, in response to her connection. He paused. “Stay away from him, okay? My father is dangerous.” He shifted his position, pulling her back to him. He wanted to spend all the time he could with her. Though the mate bond would never vanish, it would fade over time, to the point that Sterling wouldn’t even be aware of it. If for some reason she mated with another vampire, their bond would replace his. “If that’s what you want,” he murmured. “Though I’m just as comfortable right here.” He nipped Sterling’s collarbone lightly, pricking the skin with the points of his canines. His teeth weren’t elongated, just sharper than a normal human’s. He hesitated. “I can stay for the night, if you wish, or we can go to my rom. I don’t have a room-mate, so it’s nice and quiet. It’s up to you.” He squeezed Sterling to his chest, and in one fluid motion rose to his feet. He still cradled his mate to his chest, one arm under her shoulders and one arm under her legs. With the utmost care, he placed Sterling on her feet, taking a moment to brush a strand of hair out of her face. “What should we do first, Silver-wings? I can handle any heavy lifting.”
There was a voice in the back of his mind, taunting him. He knew that as soon as he left the room, as soon as Sterling was out of his reach, his sight, he’d lose her. He’d have to push her away, and he honestly didn’t know if the loss of his mate would kill him. He’d known her for less than a day, and already she held his heart, his fate, in her small, fragile hands. He studied her with a glittering emerald gaze, awaiting her response. He came to a sudden realization, and blinked once.
He needed her like the air he breathed. She’d walked into his life like a little whirlwind, turning everything topsy-turvy. In less than twenty-four hours, she’d burrowed her way so far into him that she’d become part of his soul. His heart was breaking; his soul was withering, but Thane reached for the control he’d built over the years of dealing with his father. He latched onto that control, and slammed it against the crevasse working its way through him, temporarily sealing the break.
Kane watched with rapt attention as Clementine seemed to stutter; she hesitated, as if deciding whether or not he was trustworthy. His fiddling within her mind helped to shove her in the direction that he wanted her to go in. “It’s nice to meet you, too,” he purred in response, pride swelling within his heart. He’d dominated her mind – he’d overcome the challenge that Pierre had given him, and Kane couldn’t wait to bring the news to Pierre. He ran his tongue across the backs of his canines, saliva beginning to pool in his mouth. He was starving, and couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into the pretty woman in front of him. Maybe he’d get lucky and would be able to take full control over her; then she’d be his puppet, and he could have whatever fun he wanted. If that wasn’t the case yet, he could be patient. It was only a matter of time before Clementine was his in every way.
He smiled, flashing perfect white teeth. “It certainly is a lovely campus. What would you like to see first?” Already a plan was forming in his mind; the field house was somewhat secluded and quiet. Maybe he’d be able to get a taste of her blood then. “Do you like horses?” he asked. The stables were even more secluded. Normally Kane would’ve just bashed his way into Clementine’s mind and taken control, but he was finding that a bit more subtly was required. He liked the challenge. Pierre had obviously assigned Clementine to him as a test, to determine just how strong Kane was.
Kane knew he was the strongest. He knew he was better than Thane, and he knew he’d make Clementine his. Who would be the prince in Pierre’s eyes then? Certainly not Thane. Judging by the look Thane had given his Chosen, Kane suspected that little Mister Prince would disappoint is father in more ways than one. Kane would be there, lurking in the shadows to strike when Thane was the weakest. Then he’d be the top dog, and Thane would be nothing but dust.
Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and Imani took a second to fish the device out and scan the message she’d received. Oh, it was from Gabriella. That would make sense. She raised an eyebrow at the expression the girl made. “I dunno, horses are pretty cool. I’d like to learn how to ride.” She shrugged, and then looked even more hopeful. “God, I really hope so. Too many people in here. I want to explore the campus, find something pretty to paint.” She’d been inspired to paint since the moment she’d arrived. She glanced at Gabriella. “You’re welcome to explore with me, if you’d like. I just need to get my sketchbook. I’m an art major, if you hadn’t guessed. What’s your major?”
With each passing moment, Imani was getting more and more comfortable being around Gabriella. Though it took her a bit of time to get used to new people, she was a relatively easy person to get along with, despite the amount of sarcasm that tended to leave her mouth. “Unless you want to find your mentor. I’ll meet him later; I’ve had about enough of meeting people as I can for right now, considering that I had to be awake before noon.” Imani hated waking up early; it was a wonder that she was even functioning.
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Post by Bleating Ram on Mar 30, 2017 22:26:17 GMT -5
Vison was growing bored and upset because well, while it appeared everyone else got a human of their own, he didn't. Usually he would go off to pout or find something to break, but something stopped him from doing such. A girl to be more exact, a human girl. Glancing about curiously he searched for the girl's mentor and when it appeared the vampire wasn't showing up Vison decided to make a move. Humming as he slipped through the crowd unnoticed he made his way over. Fine, if he didn't get a cute little fragile human all to himself...well then he'd take matters into his own fangs. The lean vampire finally made his way over and put his scarf up to his face, making a little noise before forcing himself to get composed. Too much excitement, or really too much of any emotion, usually made his fangs pop out on accident. Granted it was easy to play off with the way he dressed and he'd just tease that they're for his outfit or whatever.
"Excuse me," he spoke up, voice calm and polite because he had no idea who this girl was, and he liked to make good first impressions. "I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, you just looked like you could use some company maybe?" He offered her a smile, one that was warm and friendly, open and kind. It was a smile almost anyone could feel at ease with, especially because this particular smile reached his eyes and seemed to light them up. "My name is Vison, Vison Weathergast. And you are?" He tilted his head a bit, offering her a hand to shake as he introduced himself.
As he stood there he couldn't help bit wonder where on earth this girl's mentor was. Not that it mattered because a Chosen without a mentor or one whose mentor wasn't around was a free little snack for the little vampire. "It doesn't look like your mentor is showing up huh? If you want I can always be like a substitute mentor until they do decide to come over!" He offered excitedly, delicate fingers gripping the edges of his scarf just a little too tightly and eagerly. Oh how he hoped she'd say yes. Then he could make a new friend, and a human one at that! Vison wanted human friends so badly, so so badly. If you asked what his favorite animal was he'd probably tell you humans, and while he didn't quite agree with the pairing situation as he thought humans were endangered and therefore needed to be preserved, he still thought they were tasty little treats.They were like friends you could eat!
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Post by 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖒𝖗𝖆𝖌𝖊 on Mar 30, 2017 22:31:05 GMT -5
{{ omg Vison lol }}
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Post by yᴀɴɢ xɪᴀᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ ☀ ♥ on Mar 30, 2017 22:34:54 GMT -5
( I am back sorry for poofing I'll try to write up something in a sec cx )
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