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I've converted to red
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Xena
❤︎ Cute, Pink and full of Kink ❤︎
((SAmANTHA (hahah nah)) )
Rat
Ratboy
Nicolai Rumancek
He swallowed hard when he heard him get up and contemplated running away but that would've been useless. "I uhm" he stuttered shyly when he looked up at him "I was going to go get food and got...distracted" he said sheepishly while trying to not stare at the rest of Sylas though his eyes did flick down to the scars along his arms for a moment "I-I'm sorry I should go-" he said quickly as he unflattened himself from the wall
A L M O S
I've converted to red
(Perhaps she might be interested in a nighttime stroll in the woods...)
Xena
❤︎ Cute, Pink and full of Kink ❤︎
Scarlet_MCRP
Four Thousand Club
Adriana sighed and shook her head. "that doesn't help me. I can't see it." she waved her hand on front of her face. "I'm blind remember? I just need to know where I can order a steak extra rare at."
Xena
❤︎ Cute, Pink and full of Kink ❤︎
Samantha, out of sheer boredom and simply a bit of innocent stupidity, asked one of the maids for a jacket. When she finally got what she needed, she decided that walking out for a bit, in nature, was better than staying in her room. With that, she trudged out of the enormous house, and walked into the woods happily and unafraid. @Almosegosum
A L M O S
I've converted to red
(tell me... have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight? Shall we meet at the crossroads where fate and hope tangle to form glorious possibility?"
idalie
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ
Lord Briarwood
"I wouldn't mind the company." Sylas quite plainly remarked, stoic as ever. It was quite hard to even imagine Briarwood getting flustered, for he was simply - well - Sylas. Rather more, he offered a cigarette, brow arched in question as he motioned the pack towards the wolf. "You're an interesting one, you know. For a mutt." Hard jade orbs, gazed down upon the figure of Nicolai as he gave a small shrug. Each scar, each muscle, making a ripple of action. Violent, living art. But in the silhouette of the doorway, there was that particular dark twinkle in his eyes.
Knightling
Hadley's Hope Pioneer
(Batman Reference, I like it)
Jackson strode along a trail in the woods. His feet dragged, but he made sure to keep his pace fast. "Does this journey never end?" he pondered to himself as he adjusted his heavy backpack.
Jackson strode along a trail in the woods. His feet dragged, but he made sure to keep his pace fast. "Does this journey never end?" he pondered to himself as he adjusted his heavy backpack.
Rat
Ratboy
Nicolai Rumancek
[SIZE= 14px]He bit his lip when he spoke again and sighed quietly as he accepted a cigarette "Thanks" he said quietly while glancing at them again, deciding whether or not to ask about them though his own were quite plainly seen, a couple bullet wounds in his left shoulder, some claw marks and bite marks across his ribs and various others lining his arms though not nearly as badly as Sylas', and of course his burnt face which had mostly healed although one between his shoulder and neck looked pretty fresh though was obviously not from the beast, in fact it almost looked as if it hadn't ever healed completely despite it actually being quite old. "So I assume those have a story?" he asked as he glanced up at him with a slight grin, snatching the lighter from Sylas and lighting the cancer stick before taking a long drag, blowing it away from Sylas and down the hall[/SIZE]
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idalie
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ
Lord Briarwood
"All scars have a story. I bet yours do too." Alas, he was just preoccupied enough to have the lighter stolen away. Offering a playful glare, only to snatch it back as soon as he could. "I was ... wrongly convicted of murder. So I was considered lower than filth. Mind you this was back in the 1500's. Today we actually have courts for this kind of thing. When I was declared innocent, it was a breath of relief. I was days away from being left out in the sunlight to blister and turn to ash. But, since then the community has been awfully accommodating to my needs. Such a wrong move as imposed on me, isn't forgiven with a few words." The smoke, curled around his lips as it drifted upwards, caressing his high cheekbones and sharp features. A veil of mist. I was locked in a cell, laced with silver. Forcefed garlic, and of course, I was burnt to buggery. A month long interrogation when I had nothing to say." His features appeared to drop, but he smiled somewhat to himself. "I hunted each and every one of them down. Like dogs."
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A L M O S
I've converted to red
Dr. Wyrmwood Scott
A snake, which had been sleeping in one of the many trees surrounding the Briarwood manor - lifted its head from where it was coiled previously. It's tongue flicked out a few times, before it's eyes widened. It was by no means small, as it quietly moved up in the trees, slowly moving towards that heavenly scent. Finally, after a few minutes - yellow eyes looked upon the Recently fallen angel, meandering alone amongst the trees. The eyes however no longer belonged to the snake - but served only it's master. Far away, in dark hold - a man with similar yellow eyes smiled, before his body tumbled to the ground. The snake started retching, it's jaws dislocating as it rose up to it's peak height. from deep in it's throat, a pair of hands reached out - pushing the mouth unnaturally wide. The snake fell over and finally a man started to climb out. Gone was the the kindly skin suit he wore before. This was who he truly was. This was him as his own design - No longer just academic. Now he was a predator as well. The hunt was on. He started trailing her...
(TO be clear - He looks and sounds nothing like he did at the failed dinner. Also, while he was naked when he stepped out of the snake, he did summon clothing soon afterwards.
Rat
Ratboy
Nicolai Rumancek
He frowned slightly at his story, not even able to comprehend what that must've been like though he snickered slightly at the end of his sentence and looked up at him "Well I suppose you wouldnt' be wrongly accused now" he teased before glancing down at himself, blushing as he'd completely forgotten his lack of shirt "Ah well" he said with a shrug and pointed to the bullet holes "Those are from being caught during a robbery, idiot didn't use silver though" he said with a cocky grin "And these" he pointed to the long claw marks stretching across his chest "Are from another werewolf, an older one" he said though didn't mention the one on his neck. "Are we just going to stand here in the hallway sharing scar stories while your maids stare at our extremely attractive bodies?" he asked as he looked up at him, a glimmer of mischief in his eyes
Scarlet_MCRP
Four Thousand Club
(Batman Reference, I like it)
Jackson strode along a trail in the woods. His feet dragged, but he made sure to keep his pace fast. "Does this journey never end?" he pondered to himself as he adjusted his heavy backpack.
Akina was in the forest, she was running, she kept looking behind her. She was sniffling, you could see she just got done crying. She ran right into Jackson, she hit the floor as soon as she did. She was a petite girl, Red long hair, with a hat on her head. blue jeans, and a tank top. She hit the ground, and wiped her tears away. "o-oh I'm sorry." She immediately checked her hat, making sure it didn't fall off.
Xena
❤︎ Cute, Pink and full of Kink ❤︎
Samantha felt fine and simply just dandy- as if nothing was in her way. Free! That's a better word for the emotion she felt. It was only a tiny bit cold, and nonetheless, Samantha kept her head tucked partially in the jacket. She skipped around, observing every leaf, stump, and anything else her eyes would fall on. Samantha couldn't help but feel like red riding hood. You know, without the big bad wolf. @Almosegosum
idalie
ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴀʙʏʟᴏɴ
Lord Briarwood
"Oh please, I like giving them a show." Briarwood winked, till motioning back into his room. "I'd invite you in, but I'm afraid you might just turn a shade redder than you've previously appeared. I wonder what could really go wrong." Sylas laughed, running a hand through the thick charcoal locks of hair. "I wonder if it's worth quite a scandal, Mr Rumancek." The grin which widened his lips appeared wolfishly sly with each comment, pulled into a subtle play of cautious allure.
Sylas, could be the devil himself if he wanted to be.
Knightling
Hadley's Hope Pioneer
Jackson tumbled backwards and landed flat on his back, his own top hat falling off and rolling along the ground. After catching his breath, the young man sat up and rubbed his head, then looked over at Akina in confusion "Apologies accepted, I suppose, you seem to be in much of a hurry. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast" he picked up his hat and dusted it off
Xena
❤︎ Cute, Pink and full of Kink ❤︎
((I cannot stop laughing omfg guys @Finnick @HumansArentReal ))
A L M O S
I've converted to red
Having anticipated her trajectory, he made his way far ahead of her - and quickly and effectively set up PLAN:A - Directly in her path, now hung from a tree, by the neck - a young innocent girl. Having spoken a series of secret words across her soon to be corpse - He retreated once more into the brush - waiting the few moments it would take for the angel to spot the still spartling girl.
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Rat
Ratboy
Nicolai Rumancek
He scoffed as if he were offended and took a step closer, smirking as he was inches away from Sylas' face "Perhaps that was my plan all along, play the shy little pup" he said in a lower tone than usual before sliding his arms up and looping them around Sylas' neck, a rather cute smile appearing on his face while growling slightly though in a playful manner "This is your fault though" he added quietly as he continued gazing up at him, that same little smirk playing on his face which seemed to be permanently glued there at this point
Xena
❤︎ Cute, Pink and full of Kink ❤︎
She continued her happy path, before noticing something peculiar in front of her. She was quiet to approch it, and when she finally was close enough for her eyes to focus on the object hanging fron the tree, she screamed, before covering her mouth with both of her hands. Samantha panicked, and jumped up and down, trying to see if the girl would notice her, but she had seemingly gotten there too late. Tears pushed at her eyes and she simply continued staring.
Roahon
king of the fallen
Shiro walked over to a wall and hit his head on it a few times. "Yeah... That was dumb of me... Anyways I saw a bar just around the corner and a dark alley way next to it. There seemed to be enough 'food' for you."
(I know that guy in the snake!)
Scarlet_MCRP
Four Thousand Club
"Are you, um okay?" She stood up, her eyes were still puffy from crying. She looked around, no one ran after her so that's good. "Ill be more careful, I'm really sorry." She was a wreak, nervous, scared something would happen to her. "can I make it up to you?"
A L M O S
I've converted to red
"Perrrrrfect..." He licked his lips, before biting harshly into his two thumbs - before slamming the now bloodied hands into the ground. Red glowing sigils sprang forth, as the blood in the girl's body started to boil, before bursting outwards, the steaming blood rushing in all directions and drawing hideous symbols of hate and evil on the now blood soaked earth. A red glowing circle surrounded the area - about a mile wide - and all light inside dimmed, and for a few kilometers in all directions all powered appliances fizzed erratically for a few seconds. A cruel smirk spread over his face, as he stood up and started walking over to her. This seal, according to his research - was once used by pagans - to turn away the face of all gods to their rituals... and what better way to subdue an angel, than to separate her from her god. As he walked closer to her form, which by now had been spattered by the torrents of blood still pouring out of the mangled body - he cleared his throat. "Evening... Samantha. Out for an evening stroll in the moonlight are we?" He looked up to where the moon now glowed a menacing red, before chuckling in a sinister manner.
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