A Winged Masquerade [one x one]

[rose;]

The apocolypse was supposed to be the end of all humanity, not the start of a new one. But that's exactly what it was. While the world was tossed into chaos, things rose out of the mist to conquer the scattered race of the humans. They were more or less humans, but... with one major difference. They had wings, but they're rather useless- only the skinniest, lightest of them are able to actually fly, but even then its only to hover a few feet off the ground. But that's what they all seem to be- skinny, pretty, perfect.
There were other creatures too, many went unnoticed. One that didn't however was the mighty dragons. There were only a few to start out, the body about the length of your whole arm. They're surprisingly light and agile, and don't breathe fire, but do like to bite. They are everywhere now, and when they find a human for themselves, they bond with them. A bonded dragon will become protective and rather tempermental with anyone but it's bonded and their love. Without their bonded, they grow weak and sad, and will eventually perish. They don't often bond with the winged, either.
As the population of the winged grew, so did the dragons. Humans were pushed underfoot and made to be servants and farmers and never in any position of power. The winged were higher up, like royalty. Every night, they hold a grand masquerade ball. Every night, the winged attend and make the humans work for them, make fun of them. But each night, four human girls transform into lovely winged maidens. They become the image they wish themselves to be- prettier, skinnier, taller-and with their dragon companions, they attend this ball. However, it comes with a price- each night, the time they turn back differs. They must be out of sight before they become human once more, or ruin everything they've hid for so long.

[rose;]

ɴαмe:

Rose Mckenzie Redwood.
Rose was named after her mother, who died the day she was born. She holds the name with pride, the only rememberance she has of her mother, besides the blue stone necklace she always wears that use to be hers. McKenzie comes from her father side- the name of his mother. Redwood has been in her family a long, long time, so it is actually a well known name to mostly everyone, as hard working servants.

preғerred тo вe cαlled:

Most people call her 'girl' or 'servant', since she is a servant, but the other servants call her Rose, or Rosie.

αɢe:

She is fifteen, sixteen very soon.

ѕpecιeѕ:

human

ɢeɴder:

Girl

perѕoɴαlιтy:

There really isn't a way you can sum any one person up in a description. You certainly can't write it out and capture the person in words. However, you can say a few good traits, and here are Rose's.
Rose is kind. If there was one word to describe her, that would be the one many would use. She can't resist helping any stray animal she finds, injured or not, which is why the farm house she works on is just crawling with cats and stray dogs in the barn. She usually sends them away once they're cared for, or finds them a new home. She is gentle and loving to all the kids in the small town, and is often called upon to babysit, which she doesn't mind at all. All the children love her. She hates being mean or to even feel like she's being mean, but she's rather shy so she won't approach someone out of the blue.
Another word would be loyal. It is rather a long and tedious process to become very strong friends with this young girl- she's wary and catious most of the time due to being a servant, and having the power that she does, not wanting her secret to get out. But, if you do, she'll do just about anything for you. She will realize if she's being taken advantage of of course, and won't let that happen but she'll be a great friend- always there to listen. You just have to be there in return. Rose loves to be touching someone almost at all times. Hugging, hand holding, or just sitting very near them. Most of the time its with a very good freind- girl or boy. So you have to be okay with that.
Lastly, many would say she is hardheaded or stubborn. When this young girl gets an idea in her had, she's like any other teenage girl- she can't be wrong. I mean, that would be rediculous, right? She goes after things when she wants them and won't stop until she gets them.
She's a hard working servant, being the servant of one of the most prestigous winged families. She is silent as she works, and the male winged don't pay her any mind that they do to some of the others. That suits her quite fine actually. She never argues her master, but she will jump at the chance to argue with someone else who crosses her.

ѕнorт deѕcrιpтιoɴ:

The first thing you'd notice about this young girl is the fact that she's rather short. It is a fact she dislikes, since she often has to ask for help in reaching things. Her brown hair was cut by herself, so it is uneven and frrayed at the end, and is often tangled and dirty due to not being able to wash it every single day. So, it's usually kept rather short- around her shoulders, though she wishes it would be longer and nicer. She's actually not as completely skinny like a lot of the servants are, since the servants where she lives are actually fed well, and it's just another thing she dislikes. There's nothing she can find that makes her stand out- though a lot of people say her eyes are beautiful. They are a deep crystal blue, framed by long, dark eylashes. She also has a scar over her shoulder that she doesn't bother to hide, even wearing a strapless dress that puts the scar in full veiw doesn't bother her.
When she transforms for the night, she gains her wings for one. Her eyes stay the same- those unmistakeable blue eyes. Her scar is still there too, and she can't do anything about it. She grows taller- still short enough to be an inch or so shorter than the average boy. She looses a few pounds and becomes model perfect skinny, and her hair gets longer, becomes a lighter shade of brown, and reaches about halfway down her back. She can do whatever she wants with the new, clean, silky soft hair- its probabbly what she likes best. Anyone would say she's pretty, especially with the wings she has, but it makes her very, very self conscious to be under the spotlight after being looked over for so long.

wιɴɢ deѕcrιpтιoɴ:

Rose has a rare sort of wings that are fragile and thin, and when in the right light, can appear transparent or shiny. They are easy to break, but do look quite pretty- more pretty than the wings of birds that most other winged have- or at least she thinks so. They are hues of light pink and purple, and very thin- there would never be a change she would be able to get off the ground with them, but she is okay with that, considering how much she likes them. They are quite large, and hard to keep out of the way- not to mention they hurt quite badly when they when bumped against or crumpled against something.

нιѕтory:

Rose's mother died in childbirth, leaving her with her name and a necklace that Rose refuses to take off. Her father lived on a small farm, but with no sons to take over the farm when he grew old, he was forced to remarry. Teh woman he married was cruel and inconsiderate, but he could not get rid of her since he needed a family to keep the farm running. Rose was pushed into the background, free to do as she pleased for an amount of time. She took this time to work at the stable not far from her house, and learned how to deal with tempermental horses, and how to be an almost expert rider. It wasn't until she was found sneaking in the house late one night at age of thirteen that she was taken back into the picture. Her new, step mother went on and on about how she was convinced that she had been out with a boy, and was ruined. Her father was forced to agree, and she was promptly kicked out of the house. Unable to make any sort of living in a way she would actually do, she was forced to give herself over to be a slave. She became a slave in the Blanc household, and has been there ever since. She found out about the 'blessing' just two weeks ago, and has not attended a ball yet, since she only recently has aquired the dress and pins and everything else to be able to attend and blend in.

ɴαмe:

Ignis

ɢeɴder:

Male

αɢe:

Three years.

deѕcrιpтιoɴ:

Ignis is very large for his age and just being a dragon, and his wings to, are larger in porportion than most. He's too scared to fly though, but has long sharp claws to aid in climbing, as he likes to do so much. His teeth are pearly white and sharp, so don't let him bite you, since he will. Rose tries to keep his claws shortened, but she doesn't have a lot of time for it, and he seems to have trouble hanging on to her when they are shorter.
His colorings are quite simple- dark blue scales on the top and his belly is more skin like and a lighter blue. His eyes gleam green though, and are always lively.

perѕoɴαlιтy:

Ignis is a rather arrogant, impulsive thing. He won't readily throw himself into danger just to save someone else unless he knows its improtant to Rose, which he'll do rather reluctantly. He is happy to start an argument or even a fight, and though he doesn't boast it's rather clear that he sometimes would like to.
The dragon can be rather kind, usually mostly to his rider though. He's rather protective of Rose, he would protect her with his life, like any dragon would protect their bonded, though a small dragon can't really do much to harm someone. He acts like he's king- that's for sure. Rarely seen not with Rose, he perches on her shoulder and clings to her leg, since he doesn't weigh much, and sleeps or doesn't stop making noise. He chirps and has even developed some sort of barking sound, along with an assortment of growls and howls.
The small dragon isn't overly nice to new people either- especially winged, and has a tendency to bite. Even when he does like you- he has a tendency to bite. Its more affectionate though, and won't draw blood. He also eats a lot- the dragon always seems to be searching for food. Any food, but he prefers pomegranates and oranges the most. He's also rather large for a dragon, but still light. He can't fly at all- too scared to try, but he can climb extremely well, always scurrying up things, chasing after squirrels and such.

нιѕтory:

Ignis found Rose when she was homeless and dirty, as they were both scavenging in the same garbage bin. He scared her quite good, even though he was a tiny thing then- the runt of the litter, but grew quickly when fed properly. He had bonded with Rose quickly, as she was the first human he had come across, and hadn't really given her much of a choice. She had previously found a much prettier dragon she had been wanting to see if it would taking a liking to her, but trying to pry Ignis away from her for the first few weeks was like trying to take candy from a kid. He would wail and cry, and bite everyone near him. Since then, they have been inseperable. No one really knows what happened to Ignis's parents and brethren, since there was no sign of them, and they usually stay as a family for the first year.

[rose;]

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Rosalie gazed down at the dress on her bed with a fastly beating heart, feeling as if her heart might just jump from her chest into her throat at any moment. It was just a few moments before she would change, this she knew. She had discovered she could do this almost a year ago, though had never had the supplies or the courage to go to one of the balls. She smiled weakly at Ignis, who was perched on the head of her bed, eyes bright. He was still rather wary of her when she turned, since it made him rather confused- he was a bright thing, though he didn't have much common sense sometimes. Rose shut her eyes as she heard the Blanc's leaving, headed to the ball already. They always left early and got their early, but that suited her just fine- she got extra time to herself.

There wasn't much to let her know that she had changed, except the light weight of her wings. They glistened as she turned, shimmering blue and purple and almost pink at the edges. She felt exotic like this, like some new, undiscovered creature. Her wings were unlike most winged, and certainly the women in this household would be jealous- they did not have such wings, nor did they had overly pretty ones, in Rose's opinion. Ignis bounded across the bed to stretch up at the end, stretching up to sniff at her wings, growling slightly. "You know it's just me," she murmured, turning to pat his head lightly. He still didn't look like he liked it much, but Rose just hsook her head, returning her gaze to the mirror. Her warm brown eyes now framed with dark lashes, lips fuller, more red, and she was slimmer, taller. Not so... chubby. She wasn't fat, but she didn't like the few extra pounds she couldn't seem to lose. She did however, dislike the large scar across her shoulder. It was there no matter the time of the day, but Ignis was well behaved enough to perch on her shoulder the night and hide it from view.

Giving Ignis one last scratch, Rose headed to the bathroom she shared with other servants. They would most likely be a bit peeved that she was going to use most the hot water, but she felt like pampering herself today. She stepped into the shower with stolen shampoo, since the shampoo they were allowed was not all that great, and didn't do all that great of a job. She had stolen pretty much everything she was wearing to the ball, including the dress. Mostly from the people she worked for, and she had stolen them in such spaced out times that no one noticed. First the shoes- from one of the daughters- she had so any she never wore that these had just been collecting dust; next the small tiara and string of crystals for her hair- courtesy to Ignis, who took them from the mistress of the house, and caused quite the ruckus for a few days; then the dress. She had taken that out of the very back of the closet of one of the daughters closet- it was the only one that would fit her, and she hoped that it wouldn't be recognized.

Taking a shower with thin, fragile wings was easier said than done, but she'd been able to manage the past year and did now. Stepping out was a relief though, and she felt quite a bit cleaner than she had in a long time- good soap did wonders. She wrapped a towel around her tall frame and toweled her hair dry before working on it, ending up looking something similar to this, and she placed the strand of sparkling gems in the side, so it would catch light, but be half hidden by her hair. She left the small tiara where she had hidden it, not wanting to over do it. Next came the dress- it was opened backed, allowing her wings to stretch as they liked, but Rose found it exposed more skin than she was usually comfortable with. She liked to cover up- not expose, and that's exactly what the dress was doing... However, despite looking a lot alike, she wouldn't be recognized in the morning anyway. It was almost an hour later by the time she was done getting ready, applying just a bit of glitter in her hair and on her shoulder, and a light glittering eye-shadow. She donned her mask just before she left, tying it under her hair. She had saved her money to buy it for quite a while, finding it unique and pretty, and too hard to pass it up.

Holding out her arm for Ignis as she studied the finished product in the mirror, she barely wavered as he jumped onto her arm and raced up to her shoulder, settling down and getting comfortable on her shoulder to cover the jagged scar there. He held his head up with his eyes half closed, giving the impression he was half asleep. Gulping, Rose left her small room and crept through the hallways to the door, slipping out of the large house and starting towards the large building in which the ball was held in every night. There were many people walking, so she blend in, though not as much as she wished. She couldn't have left Ignis behind, but her wings labeled her as being from a family with 'good blood' and the dragon just marked her as special. A dragon could not simply be picked as a pet and trained and tamed- they picked you, and only the one who picked you was really a good match for you anyway. She got many looks, though no one approached her, probably frightened that she would be as snobby as the rest were. The only flaw in this was the fact Rose didn't quite know to act prim and proper and snappy like the rest of them did.

When she arrived at the ball room a few moments later she was so taken aback that she stopped dead, being bumped into from behind. She winced when her wing crinkled at the end, and Ignis whipped his head around to hiss at the person who had done it. Rose raised her hand to set on his back to calm him, and he did settle, but he keep watch with narrowed eyes, clearly unhappy and anxious- she hoped he'd relax later, or he'd be the one getting her in trouble. Servants slipped in and out of the crowd easily, carrying platters of fine wines and many exotic dishes. There were many tables set up for groups and couples covered in the finest clothes for the supper later, to the edge of the room, and there was a large table full of pastries and sweets along the wall for after dinner. Everything was decorated in gold, and only the finest did. She was sure her wonder was plastered over her face and she tried to swallow it, for sure she would be picked out and found as odd if she acted like it was her first time here, even if it was. Everyone else acted like it was every day, and for them, it was. Rose didn't get such luxuries. Ignis was focused on the sweets, his claws digging into her skin rather tightly. "You may not," she hissed to him. "Later." He gave a soft growl of protest, twisting his neck back to nibble her ear, where she had forgotten earrings. Moving more towards the edge of the room, Rose continued to look around, gazing at the expensive decorations with a soft smile as she moved along the edge, reaching out to draw her hand lightly over the fine tapestry hung over one of the windows.

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[Rivkah]

Kane

The lad ruffled his wings with a sigh as he gazed at the mirror. His normally all-over-the-place hair was combed neatly, save for a few sprigs sticking at odd angles here and there. His dark, ebony gaze stared at his reflection broodingly. Kane Wolfe. Pfft, what a name. He was not really too fond with it, but it was better than nothing. His pondering mind was going over and over his history, or, rather, his species' history. Everyone knew the whole war-zone background and such like that. Some humans evolved, others stayed... well, stayed the same, mainly. His ancestors had been among them. And it wasn't even that long ago, either. A century? Two?

Each had their own type of wings, these "evolved" humans. His were particularly strange. He spread them, staring at them with a snort. Like a raven's. Angelic, except they looked ominous. Hollow bones, though strong and equipped for flight. Of course, most of the winged could not fly. Some could if they were particularly scrawny. Kane had never flown, though because of how big they were, he supposed they would be able to carry him short distances. They were a deep ebony black, and their span was actually quite large for his species and genes.

Kane didn't really see the point of any of this. He lived here, as did quite a few other winged and many human servants. This was the place they hosted the balls. He didn't even go to half of them. It made his wings dreadfully sore to keep them so tightly folded so that nobody could actually recognize him. He was a freak to his kind - everyone else was perfect. Their wings were delicate, beautiful... There was no such thing as ugly, mediocre, average, or plain in this society. He actually envied the humans. They didn't have to worry about any of this status thing... All the winged females were pretty, skinny as a rail, and had absolutely no flaws. Same applied to the males. No defects, only handsome, tall, and lanky.

Kane was average. He was nothing special. His wings weren't magnificent, merely plain and simple: Black, feathery. That was it. Nothing complicated. He was at a healthy weight; most others were to the point of anorexia. He was tall without being ridiculous. But most of all, he was not as graceful or perfectly proper like the rest of them. He had his awkward moments, when his composure slipped or his temper snapped. But most of all, he was a freak because he didn't taunt the humans. He found this especially stupid. Really, they were cousins to them. Family. Relatives. Why belittle them?

His wings folded between his shoulder blades and he sullenly looked at the mirror. Tonight, only tonight, would he go down there. Sure, he had no parents to boss him around anymore, but it brought up a lot of questions. Tonight only he would go down there to that masquerade ball, in the hopes of finding someone whose personality wasn't flawless. He was tired of being less than perfect. Straightening his posture, he tried to put on a smile. Masquerade meant hidden. He had to blend in; be flawless. So he wouldn't be identified from the start. He already had a particularly concealing tuxedo and mask that didn't stand out too much without being drab.

It's just a bit of music and festivities. You don't have to join in with the taunting, he assured himself, but looking in the mirror, he saw someone who was just as arrogant as the rest of them. Doubtful, he stepped away from the mirror, and checked the time. Not long until the ball began.

[rose;]

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Rose continued to keep wandering along the outside of the room, just marveling at how many grand, wonderful, and beautiful things they could fit into one room, and wondering how much more they could possibly fit in the grand ballroom, that was grand all on its own, with beautiful deep red cloths hung over the sides of the windows, and intricate gold leaf on the edges if everything. It was absolutely beautiful, more beautiful than anything she had come across before. It filled her with a giddy happiness- or maybe that was the fairy like music that everyone danced to. Fairy-folk music was intoxicating and joyous, and she wondered briefly if that was what they were playing now. She couldn't find the band through all of the people, but she didn't dwell in it too long.

"Isn't it beautiful?" She murmured with a soft smile to the dragon on her shoulder. Ignis grumbled and shifted on her shoulder, glaring at everyone who passed them by. She knew he was not find of people and had good reason not to be, so she didn't blame him. Raising a hand, she placed it lightly on his back, startling him from his glaring. "Don't mind them," she murmured, and he gave a content rumble, nibbling her fingers lightly.
A tap on her shoulder made Rose turn with wide eyes, her heart hammering erratically. She was just waiting for someone to call her out on what she wasn't, come to arrest her for not actually being winged. She was met with the sight if a handsome young boy with black hair and tawny wings, holding out his hand for her. "May I have this dance?" He asked charmingly, his smile just as charming. Caught up in the moment, Rose couldn't resist herself and smiled back at him, despite the hiss from Ignis. "I don't see why not," she said lightly, her thin wings fluttering behind her.

The boy swept her easily onto the dance floor, and even though she had never formally danced before, he was do confident in himself that she giggled slightly, and didn't feel so awkward, letting him swing her around and lead her on the dance floor. Of course, Ignis didn't appreciate the motion too much, his claws digging rather painfully into her shoulder. She didn't pay him much mind, too caught up in the dancing she was doing to really mind, and she knew his claws wouldn't draw blood. He never had before. As the song came to an end, the boy led her back to the edge of the room, and she had a feeling someone else would come along soon, as she had observed most of the girls were asked to dance by many of the boys.
" A pleasure," he said with a dip of his head and a smile before he released her. Rose smiled too, and went to turn around, going to head to get something to drink. She supposed it was as much of her fault as the other who was just turning around, and the two of them slammed together, making Ignis give a startled cry, launching himself from Rose
shoulder and onto the floor. Rose gave a startled cry, something very wet soaking the front of her dress. She looked down in a panic, her dress obviously rather stained now. She had purchased it on her own, too... Now what was she supposed to wear? Looking up to the boy who had done it, she was at a loss for words/, just staring at him in dismay.

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[Rivkah]

Kane

The lad soon got dressed in his tuxedo and mask and took one last glance at his reflection. Kane saw a sharp-dressed young man looking back at him, expression grim and defeated, apprehensive at the most. His wings were pressed flat against his back in a hopes to conceal his oddities. Chewing on the inside of his cheek, he nodded with a sigh and exited his bedroom. He had half a mind to back out of this, but it was boring up here alone. If he didn't like the people at the ball, he wouldn't talk to them again, that was for sure.

He made his way down the staircase to the ground floor. He could hear music, though he could tell it was not faerie-folk music; otherwise he'd have this rather annoying, giddy feeling in his head and chest. Relieved they hadn't started playing such toxic tunes, he entered, blending into the crowd. He was relieved that with his common, formal apparel he could blend in. He was neither too flashy nor too drab. After a few moments of getting lost in the crowd, he skirted around the edge of the room and headed for the refreshments table. The music was a bit loud for his taste and all the giggling girls were getting to him.

Gossiping people were of both genders, unfortunately. They would all laugh at the wingless servants walking around with trays in their hands, or compare their own wings with that of a rival. He found it both aggravating and foolish, personally. He paused to glanced at the middle of the ballroom, where the dancing was happening. It was actually fascinating, but Kane, while knowing how to dance, had never found a girl worthy of dancing with him. He was never focused on the beauty; rather the personality. Even humans were less dull than the winged.

He was obviously not paying attention to where he was going. Within moments he had crashed headlong into someone. Turning sharply, his expression softened behind his mask. He had spilled a drink on a lady. She had the prettiest wings, but he was more focused on the accident. "I am ever so sorry," he apologized profusely. Oh how he wouldn't give to know magic at the moment. Chewing on his lip, he took a step back. "It is entirely my fault," he said in his same soft voice that hardly ever rose. "Please, let me make it up to you," he begged softly. "There are other dresses I may get you if you wish. It isn't fair for you to dance in a soiled gown..." Gosh, he was so awkward. He wasn't used to talking to anyone, much less women. You fool, he thought to himself with a grimace.

[rose;]

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'Oh god, don't cry,' Rose told herself in a panic, feeling tears well up in her eyes. She had worked so hard for the pretty dress, but she was more so crying because of the ruined beauty of it, not that she had worked for it. All she had wanted was one night- one night- and hadn't planned on wearing it again, but she hasn't expected it to be spilled on within moments of being here. She supposed it was just another sign that she shouldn't be here- she wasn't meant to be here, where she was pretending to be someone she wasn't. Ignis gone from her shoulder revealed the large scar over her shoulder too, which would surely repulse the boy. The winged didn't have scars- it was almost unheard of- and hers was rather large.

Raising her hands, the young girl pressed a knuckle against her eye with a slight sniffle, thankful for the mask for once. It hid her face, making sure he wouldn't be able to recognize her, not that she was recognizable anyway. "No, it's my fault," she managed to say, staring at him still in dismay. She wasn't mad at him like any winged girl would have been. Rather, she was just rather... Disappointed, and unable to really wrap her mind around what had happened. She was actually surprised that he was apologizing- she was too used to apologizing, and being yelled at, not apologized to. "I-it's okay. It's not your fault," she managed to add, her voice failing her.

His voice. It was all she could think about. It was a voice one could listen to for hours on end, but he wasn't like the others... He hid his wings, and his beauty wasn't over the top, not too perfect. She thought all this up in just a few moments, though it felt like minutes at least, before shaking her head. "No, no," she said quickly, her eyes widening behind her mask. "You needn't do that. Will you help me find my way to a restroom though? So I may clean myself up at least a small bit before I leave..." Yes, she had decided she would be leaving. She couldn't stay with a dress like this, and it was clear that she was not supposed to be there. Fate had made sure she knew that. Reaching up, Rose pushed her brown hair back behind her shoulders, looking down slightly, unable to look up at him for fear that he would see something in her that would notify him mod the fact she indeed was not actually a winged, but rather a servant that served him during the day. Of course, she didn't know that either, or she wouldn't have even dare talk to him. His face was his by a mask.

Rosalie's eyes widened quickly and a hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. "Ignis! No!" She exclaimed, her small dragon darting out from under the table, aimed at the boy in front of her. The dragon's sharp claws hooked easily into his pants, too fast to catch as he pulled himself quickly up his leg. Rose would have snatched him away if she hasn't feared she would make a wrong move, possibly knock him to the ground in a clumsy attempt. She hardly thought he would want her near him anyway. The pesky dragon clawed his way up the boy's pants, snapping at his hands and fingers. "I'm so sorry," Rose exclaimed, reaching for him and trying to get ahold of him, though Ignis had other ideas, continually jumping out of reach, always trying to bite him. "Ignis! If you don't get over here right now, you'll have no oranges for week!" This made the dragon stop, dropping his head slightly. Rose held out her arm do him and he jumped for her arm, scampering up her arm and clinging to her shoulder once more. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what's gotten into him," she apologized again, rather panicked sounding.

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[Rivkah]

Kane

He looked quite alarmed at how upset she was. He'd obviously ruined the night for her. "Oh it is all my fault, I'm sorry, I'm a fool," he said lightly, taking her hands. Good job Kane. One night, one night was all you wanted, and now you're making women cry," he thought bitterly to himself. He kept his hands grasped around hers, looking down at her with concern. At her request, he nodded numbly. "Oh, but I insist you stay. I have to have some way of making it up to you. I will escort you, however," he said in a soft tone. He just wouldn't have a clear conscience until he had repaid her for the accident he caused. Biting the inside of his cheek, he gently let go of one hand, keeping the other within his grasp as he began to lead her out to the restroom. He was mulling over the trouble he had caused; he was a fool.

He paused, however, as she cried out, and suddenly he winced. Sharp teeth and claws had sunk into his leg and fingers. At her apology, he grimaced and shook his head. "No, it's fine," he said breathlessly. "If this is what I get for causing his mistress trouble, then so be it. I deserve it." He clutched his hand, taking a moment to fight the pain. It would subside soon. But he really did deserve this, so he would not complain. He grinned weakly, reassuring her that he was alright. With his good hand, he took hold of hers, leading her out of the ballroom and down the halls. "Tell me, though," he said in a tired voice, "If you are really unable to stay, is there a chance of you coming back tomorrow night? I can get you a new dress if needed. Or, if not, may I at least know your name?"

He looked at her hopefully, gaze on her as he slowed, reaching the restroom. He leaned against the wall, slightly grim that he had done this to her. On a last note before she entered the bathroom, he added, "Please?" His worried eyes searched her face, memorizing her features; he especially took note of her eyes. It was the one key to possibly finding out who she was. He wanted desperately to know, to be able to make it up to her. That was how Kane was. A doofus, sure, and a clumsy oaf, but a kind person. He knew he wasn't perfect, and therefore he was an outcast, but at that moment he was proud of it. He blamed himself, not her.

[rose;]

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Rose felt horrible for what Ignis had done to the boy, and could tell the pest had been able to sink its fangs deep into his hands. She was sure he'd be able to go get that fixed up and healed over the next morning or what not, without a mark left. It had to hurt though, and she instantly felt horrible, still stammering her apologies. It made her frantic, and a few tears did leak from the corner of her eye which she was unable to wipe away, feeling panicked and suddenly crowded, eager to be out of the large room where she had just moments prior thought was amazing. Ignis was once again perched upon her scarred shoulder though, which she was thankful for, even if he was continuously growling in her ear. The scar was something that stayed the same no matter what time it was, and it was one of the few things that could alert someone to the something wrong.

There was no explaining the surprise when the boy took her hand. Rose nearly froze completely, almost jerked her hand away again. She managed to compose herself and follow him though, her head down. She wasn't used to interacting with these sort of people, and was used to being ordered around by them- definitely not anything like this. She didn't answer at all as he asked her to stay though, her eyes on her feet as he led her down the hall. Cooler air pushed past her now, calming effects coming with it. She didn't trust her voice to hold if she answered, and kept silent, the only sound echoing about being their footsteps and the growling of Ignis, who she raised her hand to set on his back to try and calm.

Broken from her internal turmoil, Rose looked up with something akin to alarm as he beseeched her of a name, looking utterly handsome and out of reach as he stood there. Rose felt insignificant and small compared to him, not quite as pretty as she'd imagined herself in the mirror. The young girl almost gave in and gave him an answer, but a sharp bio from the dragon at her shoulder made her hold her tongue. She took her hand back, nervously taking a step back. "Stay here," she said softly, before turning and disappearing into the sanctuary of the bathroom. The room was cool, and just as elaborate as the main room, but it felt like heaven for just a few, blissful seconds. Leaning against the sink, she carefully took of her mask, rubbing at her eyes in dismay, staring at herself in the mirror. What had she ever gotten herself into now?

Shaking her head, Rose carefully replaced her mask and looked around for something to wet and take out to the boy. She settled on one of the dark colored towels to dry your hands on, soaking it in cold water before wringing it out. She let Ignis down before she left the sink, and paused at the door with a deep breath. Was it really wise to go back out there once more? Without too much thought, least she be too frightened, she pushed the door open once more. She had all but forgotten about the stain on the front if her dress, but she was all too aware of the bare, naked feeling of her shoulder not having Ignis perched upon it, covering the scarred skin their. Bravely, Rose took his injured hand, laying the cool cloth over the bloody puncture wounds. She wrapped it securely around his hand so it would stay and he wouldn't get it on his cloths before he got it bandaged. "I don't think it would be wise for me to stay," she murmured as she worked, her head down, her hair creating a bit of a veil. "Or to come back..." She didn't have a dress, and hasn't planned on coming back either. It was rather hard to work well the next day when you were so tired. She carefully avoided his question of her name until she stepped back, finally raising her eyes to his shyly. "McKenzie," she said softly, before looking down once more. Her middle name, of which next to no one knew. She would remember she used this name as her guise, but (hopefully) no one would recognize her layer on.

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Kane

He gazed down at her with surprise as she cleaned his bitten hand. "Lovely name," he murmured. "But, McKenzie... You are rather strange for a winged. You apologize... you aren't demanding... and you're humble... But then, I'm one to talk, I hide my wings," he muttered softly, rather amused by this thought. He was used to being the odd one out; even being accused of actually being a human. He was actually more like a human than a winged. He awkwardly cleared his throat, grinning weakly. Pushing shaggy hair away from the eye holes of his mask.

Nothing else in the entire mansion seemed real; he was merely focused on this odd girl. "I'm Kane," he said softly, finally after an awkward silence, "Kane Wolfe. I live here... but I don't belong here much. I'd rather live out in the country..." He cleared his throat, tense, and touched his hand with a grateful little smile. "Thank you so much," he said gently, with a slight, polite tilt of the head. A smile adorned his face for a few more minutes, and he stood there, listening to the ballroom music. He was a bit saddened by the fact she wouldn't be able to stay long, or even come back. Sighing, he glanced nervously at the floor. "It's a shame you can't stay...." His tone was hopeful and almost pitiful, and he smiled weakly.

He shuffled his feet, a bit awkward and speechless. He met her gaze finally, smiling over at her. She was beautiful; so innocent and sweet too. So different from the full-of-themselves female winged that he tried so hard to ignore and avoid. He suppressed a yawn, suddenly realizing how late it was. He looked away, avoiding her gaze, he said softly, "I would be grateful if you could come back, if only for an hour, in the future. I'd be happy to supply you with a new dress." He smiled weakly again. Kane felt like such a fool. He couldn't even talk to women easily without screwing something up. She probably felt as awkward as he did at the moment. "I need to leave you soon, I'm sorry you can't stay. Is there any way to contact you?" he asked hopefully.He chewed on his lip. He'd be so guilty to leave her without clearing his conscience a bit. He simply had to make it up to her now, before he went insane from worry. Oh dear... He hoped he wasn't upsetting her or making her uncomfortable... He had about as much experience with women as a rock did.