✸ {EVIL'S HOUSE [Wiccan]

[livingvirus.exe]

Tags ; Fawn
Persian's eyes followed Fawn's movements, following her eyes until they landed back on Wolf. Wolf crooned as she reached up, stroking his head affectionately, large pumpkin gold eyes watching Fawn. Persian's gaze returned to Fawn, curious. "I asked, who are you?" She repeated pretty much emotionlessly. "I'm Persian." She offered, as if to coax an answer out of Fawn, by giving her own name. "And this is Wolf." She shrugged one shoulder slightly, causing the bird to shift, flairing his wings with a craw.

[deja vu]

Fawn|Witch|Tags; Persian.

Lifting herself up onto her legs Fawn wobbled a little, her legs felt like they were being jabbed by little pins and needles. Groaning she grabbed onto her thigh and began rubbing, trying to help circulate her blood down to her knees again. While she went through this painful experience she still offered a smile to Wolf and Persian. Sucking in a deep breath she grinned playfully "Wolf?" she questioned the name, sounding it out on her lips. "He's gorgeous, is he by any chance your familiar?" she looked over to Persian before roof icing her own rudeness. "Oh!" she gasped as she straightened up, the soreness in her legs was almost gone making her not wince as she walked over to Persian with an outstretched hand. "I'm Fawn. Fawn Elinor White." she gave a warm toothy smile as she said her full name and waited for the witch to take her hand and shake it.

[livingvirus.exe]

Tags ; Fawn
Persian watched the girl curiously, eyes capturing her and following her around. "Leg fall asleep?" She questioned musefully, with a small smirk of her own. At his name being mentioned, Wolf hooted, and flew off her shoulder and onto the ground, waddling forward, before flying and landing back on Persian's shoulder. "Yeah, Wolf." She said, nodding, and chuckling. "No, no Familiar yet, though I'd like to have one.. Or maybe be one, who knows. But thank you." She said, reaching out her own hand and taking Fawn's, shaking it firmly. "Nice to meet you, Fawn. So, having trouble studying?" She asked.

[deja vu]

Fawn|Witch|Tags; Persian.

Fawn smile brighten when Persian accepted her hand shake but that soon disappeared into a grim line as she looked over her shoulder at the doll. It's marble eyes seemed to glare back at her from it's spot on the floor. Fawn couldn't describe how much she hated the thing and how much it frustrated her. She wasn't a doll hater, I fact she loved the things and used to make gem for her younger sister, but she swore this one was pure evil. No matter how focused and sure she was gonna be able to teleport it nothing happened. Clenching her fist at the thought she mumbled under her breath. "I wish this was studying," She said answering the other witches question. This was more like torture of the mind or a monster consuming her precious time. This was most definitely not studying. "It's uh...some type of torturous training." She said sarcastically as she turned her head back to Persian. "One of my abilities is teleportation and well..." she sucked in air through her teeth making a slight hissing like, wincing noise. "My mentor wants me to be able to teleport things other then myself which isn't as easy as it sounds." She chuckled painfully. Once again Fawns eyes were drawn to Wolf. Maybe she should get a pet or familiar? She could practice with them. Shaking her head no her curly waves of hair bounced slightly, now it was getting annoying, the constant movement of them. On her right wrist was her black hair elastic she always had. Slipping it off with her left hand she put it in her mouth to hold onto it as she began to pull up her hair into a slightly messy ponytail. "Wabt abou you?" she asked with a mouth full of rubber and cloth. Finally she felt satisfied with how her hair was, grabbing the elastic out of her mouth she stretched it and slipped it through the ponytail she held with her other hand. Wrapping it around her hair till it felt tight she let it go.

[coniglia]

Cherilyn ● Familiar ● Female ● Seventeen ● Tag(s)::Markus & Aiden

The young red haired Witch was about to look up onto the fridge where Markus had said the hot cocoa mix might be, her fingers were still racing up and down her arm more quickly but then they stop as she realized what she was doing thanks to Aiden who stood in the door way. Embarrassing her slightly, he had ordered her to stop with a stern voice, his beautiful eyes seemed to glisten gold startling her. "Was he a Golden tongue?" Cherry wondered as she took a hesitant step back and nodded her head thanking him for pointing out her unconscious scratching, preventing her from drawing any blood to the surface of her skin. Turning her back to the boys she stood on her tiptoes as she peaked over the fridge for any cocoa mix. Without the boys in her view she had time to calm herself down. "It wasn't like they were gonna randomly hate her," she thought? Cherry smiled to herself but it was still chilling to know she was in a room with a Monster. Aiden was worst then her and her old flames, looking over her shoulder she stole a peek to Markus and nodded her head towards Aiden, silently hoping the other boy hadn't seen. She just wanted to give Markus a heads up as appreciation for helping her find the cocoa mix her fingers were now wrapped around. Sliding it off of the fridge she brought the heels of her feet back down to the ground as she made a bee line through the kitchen to grab some milk and a mug.

[B0N3D4D1]

★ Markus ★ Wizard ★ Tags: Cherilyn-Aiden★
Markus noticed how Cherilyn had stopped scratching herself after Aiden told her to stop. He also noticed how she seemed to be giving him silent signs about something? Markus merely sipped his hot chocolate while glancing between the two, "Do you two happen to know each other?" He asked after a bit of silence.