1X1 for Kestral&Leo and Hawky

[RoseQ]

Well we know what we're doing.

...Form like thing?

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[RoseQ]

Celeste 
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((Wait which one of us is the mythical one?))

[.kestral]

(You I think, what mythical creature though?

Arcaeus Riviano Toranu (River)


I have a better picture, but it's off him in Dirty Dancing (the theatre version)

[RoseQ]

((Okay. Probs a vampire cause it's kore dangerous X3
Where/How should we start?))

[.kestral]

(Good plan, and I will start if you want? You can work off that?)

[RoseQ]

((Yup I can X3
Start if you please ))

[.kestral]

River's dark eyes scanned the streets around him. His short, dark hair was covered by a hood which protected him from the rain and shielded his identity. It was cold, and wet, and dark. Everything he needed to stay safe these days. He knew his father was looking for him, he knew it was unsafe on the streets these days. But he was 21, an adult by law and he knew enough about fighting to look after himself. He sighed softly and kept walking his hands thrust deep in his pockets. Boredom had struck earlier in the day and now he just wanted to see some action, a fight or something would be perfect.

[RoseQ]

Celeste was wandering, licking her fangs. She was thirsty, and wandering the streets looking for an easy enough target. She was sticking around the shadows, making sure no one could see her or sense her.  This until she saw someone, in which case she would strike quickly, taking them away to feed. Celeste didn't usually kill when she fed, she felt bad doing that, so she usually just stole someone off the streets and fed from them until they died naturally. Or until she trusted them enough to let then go. Which had only happened once really.

[.kestral]

River sighed softly and smiled amused as mist fogged from where his breath hit the cool air. He swept down his hood and his hair was plastered to his head in moments. Water ran down his face into his mouth and he laughed happily sticking out his tonuge looking into the sky. His eyes closed for a moment and he spread his arms. The streets were empty so he had no risk of being seen or heard. He span round once and tripped into a puddle, his hand caught the ground and a small cut spread across his palm. He made a face and sucked the blood spitting it onto the ground until it stopped.
"Stupid puddle" he muttered standing up and looking at his soaked clothes.

[RoseQ]

Celeste scented a sweet, familiar smell. Blood. Someone was bleeding. She took in a deep breath in, trying to pinpoint where the person was. Whoever they were, they became her target. She started to jog, following the scent of the blood. She eventually found someone, a man, who was drenched. From the looks of it, he had cut his hand. How perfect. Celeste licked her fangs again. No one was around. This was her time. She wandered out of the shadows, making herself visible to the man. She was smiling a sweet, innocent and childish smile. Her bluish green eyes glowed palyfully.