Welcome to the Crescentwood Manor (Revamp)(Accepting)

[frostykitty]

Alexander | Tagged; Vengal (I WILL FINISH VIKTORS POST IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO.)

Alexander turns off the stove and then let’s the pots sit for a moment, getting something out of the oven as he waits. He glances over at Vengal and smiles, tucking a loose strand of hair back under the elastic band he wore to keep it out of his face.
“Flight is still impressive, Everything it takes to do so. I’ve never done it myself! Even though I suppose maybe I could?” He shrugs and checks the soup’s progress, it would still be some time. “Cooking was what was needed at one point! Whenever I was, er, homeless... I started volunteering to be a cook at a shelter just so I would have a roof to stay under. It calmed me down, made me forget about what was going on in the world, y’know? If I wasn’t cooking, I’d probably be something like... a toy maker! Something that makes people happy. Engineering is too dull for me, I think.”
He dusts his hands and looks around for a moment, calculating his next moves. “What about you? I never really asked if you were staff or a guest here! My apologies,” He chuckles softly, looking up into Vengal’s eyes. They were quite pretty, he decided quickly that he wanted to look at them for longer than just a moment. But, I’m fear of social structures, he smirks sheepishly and looks back at the floor.

[r0adkill]

𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑙

Nephilim | Male | Appears 20 | Stablehand | Bisexual
Location: Stables | Tags: Harrison King
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Xzavier let out a yawn as he made his was towards the stables. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes before crossing his arms over his chest. As much as he loved working with the horses, he absolutely dreaded waking up in the early hours. The grass underfoot crunched as frozen dew was broken by Xzavier's boots. He drew in a deep breath before releasing it in a sigh as he walked into the stables. The nephilim, still in a sleepy haze, walked directly past his fellow stablehand and directly to his mare.

"Morning, Momo," He mumbled, scratching the horses neck. After his greeting, he turned, finally noticing the other man. "O-Oh! Hi!" He said, shooting the other a nervous smile. He waved awkwardly, as the man was already tacked up and on his way out of the stables. He backed up a bit, feeling more comfortable and confident with Mona at his side.

𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐

Fallen angel | Male | Appears 12 | Townsfolk
Location: Lysandre Manor | Tags: Everest Lysandre
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Whilst Valac slept, he really seemed to look like a child. His hand, previously petting the wolf, came to rest on Everest's shoulder. A soft sigh left his lips as he slept, holding the black beast close to him. His slumber was dreamless and relatively peaceful with all things considered. Once a few hours had passed, light green eyes fluttered open. The feeling of soft fur against his cheek was an immediate comfort as he came to. The fire was now a few smoldering embers, leaving the room in near darkness. He began to move his hand through thick black fur once again, letting out a small yawn. "Ev?" He mumbled softly. "I'm awake now," He continued, moving his free hand to rub at his eyes. The pain in his body was little to nothing at this point, a dull ache at most.

𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑟

Vampire | Female | Appears 9 | Stoker Family Member
Location: Kitchen | Tags: None
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The young vampire reached out blindly, running her fingertips down the different shelves of the fridge and then over the objects on each shelf. When her fingers found the tell-tale curve of a glass handle, she grabbed it. However, Mika hadn't accounted for weight of the pitcher. As soon as the pitcher had been pulled off of the shelf, the girl lost her grip. A shocked screech left Mika's mouth as the loud crash sounded through the kitchen. Tears weld up in her reddish brown eyes and she soon began to bawl.

"Uncle Lark!!" She sobbed out, too frightened to move. The pitcher had fallen directly on one of her bare feet, leaving her in excruciating pain. She lifted her now bruised foot to take weight off of it, beginning to sob harder due to frustration. If she attempted to move, she would get her feet more cut up than they already were. Her feelings of uselessness felt overwhelming as she stood in a puddle of glass and ice cold lemonade. Would this be her life forever? Constantly in need of the assistance of others? The thought weighed heavily in her mind. She would never be independent. Murky shadows were all she would ever see. Her sobs soon subsided into hiccuping as rubbed the tears from her eyes and drug her feet through the sludge of glass and liquid. She felt bad for whichever maid or butler that would have to clean up her mess once again.

𝑊𝑜𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

Human/Healer | Male | 19 | Townsfolk
Location: Home/The Shop | Tags: None
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Deep brown eyes blinked open, still heavy from sleep. A deep sigh followed as Young pulled the blankets back over himself, tossing onto his other side as he did so. For a short while, he attempted to fall back asleep but eventually the blonde rolled out of bed. The room was quiet, other than the soft trickle of water coming from the filter of an aquarium. Though he had been living in the small studio apartment above his flower shop for about a year now, the room was sparsely decorated. A full sized bed with a soft white comforter took up the right corner of the area. Across from the bed hung a television and under that, a large aquarium placed on top of a dresser. On the right side of his room was a petite kitchen, separated with a breakfast bar and filled with plants. Opposite of that was a small work space.

Young let out a sigh as he checked his phone, realizing that he had slept far past the shops opening time. He crossed the room to his dresser, pulling out a pair of black jeans and a white button up. The button up was rolled to the elbow and tucked into his jeans. He slipped his phone into his back pocket and made his way to the small bathroom in the apartment. Washing his face and brushing his teeth quickly, he took a final look at himself in the mirror before making his way down the stairs leading into the shop.

A pair of black gloves were pulled onto pale hands which then turned the lock on the shop doors and flipped the sign from closed to open. He kicked open the door and placed a door step to keep it open before making his way towards the counter of the shop, picking up a moisture tester and checking the soils of his plants.

[Good.Pointe]

𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲 | 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 | 𝟐𝟎 | 𝐌𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐲) | 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐢𝐞 | 𝐈𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐧

xxxxxℋorse in tow, Rose follows Hershel to a cafe. "Alright, buddy, you know the drill. You can wander, just stay within calling distance." She unbuckles and takes her gelding's bridle off in one swift motion, careful not to bang the bit on his front teeth. The woman wrings her stirrups up and loosens the girth to give Knight a bit of a break. She wraps her bridle carefully and ties it onto the saddle. And then she sends him off to graze.
Having her horse taken care of, Rose turns her attention back to Hershel. She takes the seat he offers, making sure to thank him. He takes the chair across from her. She watches curiously as he pulls a tea cup from.. his suitcase? She doesn't dare question, after all, this wasn't the weirdest that can happen. She snaps her attention back at the sound of Hershel's accent asking her a question.
"Oh, sorry, I zoned out again. Surprise me," she answers with a smirk.

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xxxxx𝕂night follows his human to the cafe, then comes to a halt at her command. The gelding gives a nervous flick of his ears at leaving Rose alone with a stranger, especially after what happened... No. She will call if she needs me. She wouldn't have come here if she had a bad feeling about this man. But then again, she didn't have a bad feeling that she told him of back home. I'll just have to stay close by. I can give her distance and still keep an eye out. I nearly lost her once, I will never let that happen again. Knight moves off, taking in the sights nervously as he walks around alone.

[Peste]

harrison king || 22 || male || weredog || stable hand || tags;; xavier

has harry was leaving he spotted xavier. luckily he remembered to put his hearing aid in on his ear that wasn't completely deaf and he could hear xavier tell him hi. "hello xavier, i'm heading into town for the day, do you want me to get anything for you?" harry asked after pulling on the reins lightly to bring armageddon to a stop. he actually didn't know how many people at the manor knew he was deaf, he never actually told anyone. as long as he had his hearing aid, he could hear out of his right ear just like anyother person. without it he wouldn't even know you're there in all honesty.

[~ moth ~]

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[twenty two] [female] [human] [bisexual] [townsfolk] [location, bathroom] [mentions, none] [tags, cyrus, artaxerxes]
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Gripping her hands on the end of the toilet wendy pulled herself up onto one foot, keeping her injured leg off the ground for now, steadying herself as she swayed from side to side. Her head felt dizzy and little black dots danced in her eyes. She had definitely lost quite a bit of blood but she wasn’t about to let that stop her from discovering the truth of this place. Breathing a heavy sigh wendy gently lowered her foot to the ground, applying pressure to her injured leg. Pain flared up in her leg and she winced, shifting most of her weight to her other foot. Best not to hurt herself even more. i would kill for painkillers right now, she muttered as she turned to face cyrus. That’s when he tossed the question her way, what was she even doing in the manor? Crud, she shouldn’t of said anything and instead let things play out. But now the cryptic man was on her case. Showing no signs of worry wendy swiftly replied to the question without hesitation. i’m a thief. I take nice things and pawn ‘em off to earn a living. Or sometimes i’m asked for specific item from people. This place though has been on my radar for a while, or it hasn’t because i’ve had a hell of a time finding it, but now that i’m here i’ll take anything that looks pricey. she explained with grin. Hopefully that won’t raise any suspicions of his.

Plus the fact that nobody around is great for me, nobody to call the cops. as soon as the words had slipped out of her mouth a shadow rose in the bathroom door frame. She had jinxed herself bad this time. Her smile dropped away as she look past cyrus and at the man in the doorway. Interesting was the right word to use for him, strange even. He appeared silently and seemingly out of nowhere. But now that he was here she couldn’t help but look at him, especially that cloak he wore. It produced chiming and jingling noises as it swayed, and it even twinkled when he moved it around. Yup, this man was strange. However he didn’t seem to find it strange that cyrus and wendy were just casually standing around in the bathroom. His words caught her off guard. The way he so nonchalantly spoke about finding ancient vampiric texts. What was with the people here being so weird? Or perhaps she was the weird one intruding upon an inhuman manor. However she couldn’t help but chuckle at his dad joke and finger gun. no, i’m not here looking for … what did you say? Ancient vampiric texts? anyway, a finger gun wouldn’t do well against the two pistols wendy had on her person. what’s up with your cloak there? Either i’ve lost too much blood and am hallucinating, or that thing is twinkling and making noises.


spike | three | male | pit-bull | mentions ; none | tags ; stellaluna
Looking at the small creature with big eyes spike watched as she squeezed herself through the hole, noticing in the process all the strange features she had. Wings! She had wings! One of which she tore, which concerned the pitbull. But the winged creature was even stranger looking than anything he’d ever seen before. Not exactly bird like but not not bird like either. your wing! You just ripped it, don’t you need it to be unripped to fly? he worridly said with a soft whine. He knew that when he chased bugs with wings that they needed their wings to be unscathed to allow them to fly, so he assumed this same idea worked for birds and … bats. Apparently she was something called a bat. i’ve never seen a bat before, you definitely don’t look like the type of bat that hits a ball. it wasn’t exactly an attempt at a joke, but his words may have come off as one. Shifting back into a sitting position spike said, oh being so big isn’t all that bad! I get stuck in places a lot and wendy has to help me out. Like one time i got me head stuck in a fence and she had to get me free. I knock stuff over too and wendy gets angry, but always forgives me. What’s it like being so small? he asks with a tilt of his head.



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[eighteen] [female] [vampire angel hybrid] [pansexual] [manor guest] [location, arcs house] [mentions, none] [tags, arc]
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Walking alongside arc, stella watched as the shops and storefronts began to change into quaint houses in a neighborhood. She looked from each house, wondering which one arc lived in while at the same time she listened to him speak. Everything he said seemed to revolve around his father, it was becoming clear that his old man dictated his life in almost every aspect. Stella didn’t like the feeling of following rules or being bossed around so she wasn’t sure how anyone else could bear it. If anything she saw it as a weakness, and in her eyes arc was acting weak. Whining about how he doesn’t want to hurt his father by leaving, and how his father needed him. Excuses is what they were, excuses to not become his own man. Stella didn’t voice any of this however. Arc was one of her closest friends and she didn’t want to hurt him by pressuring him to just up and leave everything he knew. That was his choice to make. Although if it was anyone else she would be all up in their business trying to get them to do what she said.

Soon stella was following arc into a house, the faint sound of snoring filling the stagnant air. Entering the house after arc stella took a look around the new and unfamiliar place, taking in everything she saw. However arc kicked off his shoes as he entered and stella froze. Should she take her shoes off as well? Was it the courtesy thing to take her shoes off? Stella wasn’t exactly familiar with such rules but she kept her shoes on, after all she wasn’t the one covered in mud and might track mud through the house. Plus she was a little bit too lazy to take her shoes off and put them back on later. you know you could always stay at the manor, she said to him, nonchalantly tossing the manor into conversation forgetting that she’s supposed to keep it a secret from outsiders. Honestly she wasn’t exactly listening when the rules were being spelled out to her about the manor. She figured anybody could come and stay if needed, so she didn’t see why arc couldn’t come and live there for a bit.



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[twenty two] [male] [inhuman] [pansexual] [manor guest] [location, kitchen] [mentions, none] [tags, mikazuki] ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
The room was dark, with blackout curtains drawn as to block out the sunlight that came from the windows, the only sources of light being candles which were strewn about the room. Flickering softly and casting shadows along the walls. They lay everywhere from the floor, to the bed, to the dresser and shelves. Besides the candles the room was neat and pristine, showing no sign that it was being occupied other than for the fact that strange vials filled with even stranger liquids lay on several surfaces. Though what may have been even stranger was what was happening in the center of the room. A pentagram had been drawn onto the floor with white chalk which now glowed a deep purple. On each corner of the pentagram lay four different items. A picture of a young girl with pale skin, dark hair, vibrant purple eyes, and cheerful smile, a feather, a barbie doll which looked like the girl in the picture, and a pool of clear liquid with a rancid smell. In the center of the pentagram sat a hawk. At the fifth point kneeled a young man dressed in a long, black trench coat that splayed out around him, a white blouse with a dark purple vest, black dress pants and a black belt along with black loafers. He held his hand out above the fifth point of the pentagram, a dagger to his palm.

Piercing the skin he winced and turned his open hand into a fist, droplets of blood forming on the end of the pentagram point. Laying the dagger beside him dexter lay both his hands palm side up on either side of him. His eyes began to glow a deep purple and he started the incantation. A soft muttering of words in quick succession escaped his lips. He spoke in another language, one long gone but seared into his brain after practicing it for the most part of his life. The shadows along the walls swayed, moving hypnotically with his words, growing and growing as they engulfed the room. His eyes burned brighter and brighter and his voice louder and louder. The candles all snuffed out in an instant. The chalk on the ground burst into light and the room was showered in purple for a moment. The bright light fanded and dexter fell forward, his hands hitting the ground and stopping his fall. Sweat glistened down his face. Raising his head he looked to the pentagram and his heart sank. Still sitting in the center was a hawk and not a teenage girl. Breathing heavily he lowered his head. i’m sorry. I’m so sorry i can’t turn you back. I’ll find a way even if it kills me, i promise. the bird scuttled forward and pressed her head against dexters. Then she hopped up to dexters shoulder and he rose to his feet. The room was a mess, candles everywhere, blood and chalk on the floor. what do you say, we leave this to the maids? he looked to lunar, a grin now on his face. you’re right, wouldn’t want them to get suspicious of us. Let’s just leave a do not disturb sign on the door then, shall we? picking up his trusty stachel from the floor dexter brought it over his head and rested the strap on his shoulder.

Leaving the room dexter made sure to lock the door and placed his own handmade do not disturb sign on the handle. Feeling hungry after his hard working and failing dexter figured it would be best if he discovered where the food was held. New the manor he had no idea where anything was. Making his way through the halls the young man walked with confidence, he wanted it to be known that he belonged in the manor and he should be considered important to the staff. Ooh the staff, he couldn’t wait to play with them all, playing his little mind games on them. The thought brought a smirk to his lips. His long legs swiftly moved him through the halls, his hands resting comfortably in his pant pockets. Where was that pesky kitchen? Passing by a doorway dexter glanced in, seeing a young child looking to be in distress. He paused in the doorway, this was also the kitchen. Upon seeing the distraught girl lunar squawked and nodded he head toward her, imploring dexter to find out what was wrong. Turning into the doorway he saw shattered glass scattered across the floor as well as a liquid spilled about which smelled of lemons. The child dragged her feet through the concoction of glass and lemonade, and it was clear she had been crying. Now dexter was never a fan of children, he found them quite annoying and gross, but something within him compelled him to offer his aid to this child. It’s possible that within this girl he saw his own sniveling sister whom he felt the need to protect at all costs. Still standing in the doorway dexter called out to her. small child, i would advise avoiding the glass rather than trudging through it. Wouldn’t want to cut up your feet, would you? he said to her as he stepped into the kitchen.



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[seventy, looks twenty-ish] [male] [spirit] [demi-pansexual] [homeless] [location, old cabin] [mentions, none] [tags, katheryne] ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
Continuing to kick at the flowers evan couldn’t think. His mind was overtaken by a torrent of emotions, logic and thought had been tossed out of the window the moment his hand had passed through the flower. All he could think to do was attack the problem, the problem being the flowerbed, though his attempts were futile. It was frustrating being unable to kick the flowers down which caused evan to want to stomp on them even more. Anger flowed through him and he let out a scream. He brought his hands up to his head, gripping onto his hair as he continued to scream, though whether he was screaming at the flowers or himself was unclear. A voice rose up in his swirling mind, katie’s voice, however the words she spoke seemed distant and unclear. His head rose and he looked over to her, tears streaming down his face leaving glistening trails behind. The sound of heavy breaths emitted from him between each crying gasp, which was strange since he doesn’t actually need to breathe.

Evan stopped kicking the flowers, his eyes searched her face as she spoke to him, her words taking a moment to come across to him. At first he didn’t say a thing, his eyes concentrated on katie’s outstretched hands. He felt the need to reach out and try and interlace his fingers with hers, just to see if he could, just to see if she would be tangible to him. But before he could try she lowered her hands to her sides, his gray eyes returning to her golden ones. Finally her words became comprehensible as they reached him. He wiped his tears away with his hands, sniffling as he fought more back. no, you don’t understand, his voice was shaking and full of sadness as well as a hint of resentment. Then it grew louder, angrier. you will never understand. You will never understand anything that i have gone through. What it’s like to lose the whole ability to hold anything living again. To be unable to pick a flower or pet an animal or, just like the flip of a switch the resentment in his eyes and voice gave way turning into longing and sadness once more as he gestured toward katheryne, or hold anybody close again. drawing his arms close evan hugged himself, his fingers gripping his biceps. Tilting his head down he stared off at the flowers. Softly he said, No, it’s not your fault katheryn. You did nothing wrong. I am stupid, and not just because i forget about my inabilities. I got myself killed. I did this to myself. If i just hadn’t been so stupid all those years ago. he shook his head and shut his eyes as tears began to well up again.

Taking a shuddering breath evan continued, the rain never seemed to cease, it was as if it came from all directions. Everything was always wet and dark. But that day was something else. Not a cloud in the sky, the sun shining bright, the jungle softly abuzz with life. Sure, everything still dripped with saturation, but the sun brought our spirits up. Well, as much as it could when you were walking in another country that was at war and there were hazards around every corner. That day was different though. It didn’t feel like you could die at any moment, it was almost peaceful. We stopped for a break. We had been walking since before dawn and it was past noon, we needed some rest. Some took look out, others thought it good to rehydrated and eat, and a few a napped. Although j-j-jo it was hard to say that name, evan couldn’t bring himself to utter the words. Tears came falling again, streaming down his face and dripping to the ground. Clenching his fingers evan went on. he went off to “find a restroom” as he put it. His scream, oh god his scream. I can hear it. evans shoulders scrunched up and he moved his hands over his ears, tightening his eyes shut even more. He fell right into a trap, he couldn’t see past the foliage that hid the punji stick. I ran to him as fast as i could, but his screams filling the air alerted the enemy of our position. They started shooting at us, an onslaught of bullets came right at us. But i wouldn’t let him die in that hole, he was stuck good though. Each time i tried to pull him up his own weight brought him back down. His screams only drew the enemy closer.

After several tries and so much screaming i managed to get him free of those spikes. He was pale and shaking and unable to stand. I had him over my shoulders ready to take him back to the medic, but i got turned around. I had no clue where i had come from and the where others were. Then the bullets hit so fast and so hard. I went right the ground with him tumbling down beside me. We laid there staring at each other for what seemed like eternity, the bullets raining down around us from all sides. Both of us bleeding out and dying. “I’m scared” he whispered. “I’m not ready to die” and neither was i. So, stupidly i started to get up again. There were too many of them though, too many shooters and too many bullets. i got shot over and over again. I died before i even hit the ground. The last thing i saw was his terrified face staring up at mine. The worst part is i didn’t even save him, he died of shock not too long after me, and i watched him die. I stood over him as a spirit yelling at him to get up, but he couldn’t see me, hear me. That was the moment evan died, almost fifty years ago in the middle of vietnam with his best friend by his side. Never before had even told a person about his death, but something within him had compelled him to get it out, to tell anyone as to not hold the weight on his own anymore, though he still felt horrible. He blamed himself for his best friends death and his own. Jonas was the boy's name, only eighteen when he died. Dropping to his knees, hunching over and hugging himself evan sobbed. it’s all my fault he died. I should’ve remembered which way i had come from, gotten him out of that pit sooner, and gotten him back to the troop faster. I let him down and he died because of me. his form wavered in and out of view as he shuddered, his body becoming more and more transparent.

[r0adkill]

𝑋𝑧𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑒𝑟 𝐵𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑙

Nephilim | Male | Appears 20 | Stablehand | Bisexual
Location: Stables | Tags: Harrison King
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The blonde dipped his head, the unanticipated continuation bringing a new wave of nerves. "Nothing comes to mind but thank you anyways!" He said, lifting his head again to smile up at Harrison. Despite the two working in the same area of the manor, Xzavier was still incredibly nervous around the other man. Young people always put the nephilim on edge, bringing out memories of a childhood lost to pain and emotional turmoil. Some might say that 20 years is plenty of time to grow up but those who would claim such a thing were mortal.

Mona's large grey head settled onto Xzaviers shoulders, drawing him back to reality and out of his dark thoughts. He brought a hand to the mare's neck and gave her a few pats to show his appreciation. "Have a good time in town," He called out to his coworker before grabbing Mona's groom box and getting to work.

𝑉𝑎𝑙𝑎𝑐

Fallen angel | Male | Appears 12 | Townsfolk
Location: Lysandre Manor | Tags: Everest Lysandre
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Whilst Valac slept, he really seemed to look like a child. His hand, previously petting the wolf, came to rest on Everest's shoulder. A soft sigh left his lips as he slept, holding the black beast close to him. His slumber was dreamless and relatively peaceful with all things considered. Once a few hours had passed, light green eyes fluttered open. The feeling of soft fur against his cheek was an immediate comfort as he came to. The fire was now a few smoldering embers, leaving the room in near darkness. He began to move his hand through thick black fur once again, letting out a small yawn. "Ev?" He mumbled softly. "I'm awake now," He continued, moving his free hand to rub at his eyes. The pain in his body was little to nothing at this point, a dull ache at most.

𝑀𝑖𝑘𝑎𝑧𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑟

Vampire | Female | Appears 9 | Stoker Family Member
Location: Kitchen | Tags: Dexter Black
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At the sound of a voice, Mika spun around to face the newcomer. A look of shock, disgust, and anger took over her normally sweet face as she heard the words spoken to her. Avoid the glass he said? If only it were that simple! The words astounded her, as there was no excuse for ignorance. At least that's what Lemarc had said once and Lemarc was always right."I'm old enough to be your grandmother, you incompetent fool!" she spat, trudging forth through the glass with no regard. "And how about some useful advice! Not everyone can see you absolute idiot!" Her anger and frustration was becoming overwhelming, turning her into a ball of pure rage. Fists clenched to her sides and teeth grating, she continued forward. The pain in her feet had subsided, making the walk through glass effortless to the girl. Deep amber eyes seemed to darken and a small smirk formed on her face as she finally felt nothing but tile underfoot.

"I should eat you," her smirk morphed into an animalistic grin, canines growing to sharp points. In a blur of pink, she rushed forward. With no depth perception, she depended on speed rather than accuracy. She barreled into the man, grabbing onto whatever fabric she could and biting. Her first bite was nothing but clothing so she pulled back and sunk her teeth into a new spot, clamping down harder when she could feel her fangs pierce flesh. A scolding was sure to come but at the moment, Mika only wanted to prove her capability to herself. She could deal with her uncles lecture but she couldn't deal with the overwhelming dread of uselessness and dependence on others. This proved that she could take care of herself. This was proof that one day, she would be able to be normal. That, and she was thirsty.

𝑊𝑜𝑛 𝑌𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

Human/Healer | Male | 19 | Townsfolk
Location: Home/The Shop | Tags: None
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Deep brown eyes blinked open, still heavy from sleep. A deep sigh followed as Young pulled the blankets back over himself, tossing onto his other side as he did so. For a short while, he attempted to fall back asleep but eventually the blonde rolled out of bed. The room was quiet, other than the soft trickle of water coming from the filter of an aquarium. Though he had been living in the small studio apartment above his flower shop for about a year now, the room was sparsely decorated. A full sized bed with a soft white comforter took up the right corner of the area. Across from the bed hung a television and under that, a large aquarium placed on top of a dresser. On the right side of his room was a petite kitchen, separated with a breakfast bar and filled with plants. Opposite of that was a small work space.

Young let out a sigh as he checked his phone, realizing that he had slept far past the shops opening time. He crossed the room to his dresser, pulling out a pair of black jeans and a white button up. The button up was rolled to the elbow and tucked into his jeans. He slipped his phone into his back pocket and made his way to the small bathroom in the apartment. Washing his face and brushing his teeth quickly, he took a final look at himself in the mirror before making his way down the stairs leading into the shop.

A pair of black gloves were pulled onto pale hands which then turned the lock on the shop doors and flipped the sign from closed to open. He kicked open the door and placed a door step to keep it open before making his way towards the counter of the shop, picking up a moisture tester and checking the soils of his plants.

[~ moth ~]

[ｗｅｎｄｙ..ｆｒａｙ]

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[twenty two] [female] [human] [bisexual] [townsfolk] [location, bathroom] [mentions, none] [tags, cyrus, artaxerxes]
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Gripping her hands on the end of the toilet wendy pulled herself up onto one foot, keeping her injured leg off the ground for now, steadying herself as she swayed from side to side. Her head felt dizzy and little black dots danced in her eyes. She had definitely lost quite a bit of blood but she wasn’t about to let that stop her from discovering the truth of this place. Breathing a heavy sigh wendy gently lowered her foot to the ground, applying pressure to her injured leg. Pain flared up in her leg and she winced, shifting most of her weight to her other foot. Best not to hurt herself even more. i would kill for painkillers right now, she muttered as she turned to face cyrus. That’s when he tossed the question her way, what was she even doing in the manor? Crud, she shouldn’t of said anything and instead let things play out. But now the cryptic man was on her case. Showing no signs of worry wendy swiftly replied to the question without hesitation. i’m a thief. I take nice things and pawn ‘em off to earn a living. Or sometimes i’m asked for specific item from people. This place though has been on my radar for a while, or it hasn’t because i’ve had a hell of a time finding it, but now that i’m here i’ll take anything that looks pricey. she explained with grin. Hopefully that won’t raise any suspicions of his.

Plus the fact that nobody around is great for me, nobody to call the cops. as soon as the words had slipped out of her mouth a shadow rose in the bathroom door frame. She had jinxed herself bad this time. Her smile dropped away as she look past cyrus and at the man in the doorway. Interesting was the right word to use for him, strange even. He appeared silently and seemingly out of nowhere. But now that he was here she couldn’t help but look at him, especially that cloak he wore. It produced chiming and jingling noises as it swayed, and it even twinkled when he moved it around. Yup, this man was strange. However he didn’t seem to find it strange that cyrus and wendy were just casually standing around in the bathroom. His words caught her off guard. The way he so nonchalantly spoke about finding ancient vampiric texts. What was with the people here being so weird? Or perhaps she was the weird one intruding upon an inhuman manor. However she couldn’t help but chuckle at his dad joke and finger gun. no, i’m not here looking for … what did you say? Ancient vampiric texts? anyway, a finger gun wouldn’t do well against the two pistols wendy had on her person. what’s up with your cloak there? Either i’ve lost too much blood and am hallucinating, or that thing is twinkling and making noises.






spike | three | male | pit-bull | mentions ; none | tags ; stellaluna
Looking at the small creature with big eyes spike watched as she squeezed herself through the hole, noticing in the process all the strange features she had. Wings! She had wings! One of which she tore, which concerned the pitbull. But the winged creature was even stranger looking than anything he’d ever seen before. Not exactly bird like but not not bird like either. your wing! You just ripped it, don’t you need it to be unripped to fly? he worridly said with a soft whine. He knew that when he chased bugs with wings that they needed their wings to be unscathed to allow them to fly, so he assumed this same idea worked for birds and … bats. Apparently she was something called a bat. i’ve never seen a bat before, you definitely don’t look like the type of bat that hits a ball. it wasn’t exactly an attempt at a joke, but his words may have come off as one. Shifting back into a sitting position spike said, oh being so big isn’t all that bad! I get stuck in places a lot and wendy has to help me out. Like one time i got me head stuck in a fence and she had to get me free. I knock stuff over too and wendy gets angry, but always forgives me. What’s it like being so small? he asks with a tilt of his head.






[ｓｔｅｌｌａ..ｓｋｙｅ]

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[eighteen] [female] [vampire angel hybrid] [pansexual] [manor guest] [location, arcs house] [mentions, none] [tags, arc]
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Walking alongside arc, stella watched as the shops and storefronts began to change into quaint houses in a neighborhood. She looked from each house, wondering which one arc lived in while at the same time she listened to him speak. Everything he said seemed to revolve around his father, it was becoming clear that his old man dictated his life in almost every aspect. Stella didn’t like the feeling of following rules or being bossed around so she wasn’t sure how anyone else could bear it. If anything she saw it as a weakness, and in her eyes arc was acting weak. Whining about how he doesn’t want to hurt his father by leaving, and how his father needed him. Excuses is what they were, excuses to not become his own man. Stella didn’t voice any of this however. Arc was one of her closest friends and she didn’t want to hurt him by pressuring him to just up and leave everything he knew. That was his choice to make. Although if it was anyone else she would be all up in their business trying to get them to do what she said.

Soon stella was following arc into a house, the faint sound of snoring filling the stagnant air. Entering the house after arc stella took a look around the new and unfamiliar place, taking in everything she saw. However arc kicked off his shoes as he entered and stella froze. Should she take her shoes off as well? Was it the courtesy thing to take her shoes off? Stella wasn’t exactly familiar with such rules but she kept her shoes on, after all she wasn’t the one covered in mud and might track mud through the house. Plus she was a little bit too lazy to take her shoes off and put them back on later. you know you could always stay at the manor, she said to him, nonchalantly tossing the manor into conversation forgetting that she’s supposed to keep it a secret from outsiders. Honestly she wasn’t exactly listening when the rules were being spelled out to her about the manor. She figured anybody could come and stay if needed, so she didn’t see why arc couldn’t come and live there for a bit.





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A small grin was plastered on dexters face as he watched the child turn and face him. Although her once distraught look was now replaced by one of anger. It was clear he had upset the small girl but he didn’t much care for others feelings, even a child’s. However her fierce look wasn’t the only thing dexter noticed about this girl, her eyes were what caught his attention. The amber eyes didn’t look right at him, more so in his vicinity. They were dull. Unseeing. This girl was blind. huh, he hummed, realizing now why the girl didn’t avoid the glass. She couldn’t. However his train of thought quickly changed rout as the child began yelling at him, her voice tinny and child like but full of fury. It was amusing to listen to her call him an incompetent fool. Him? Incompetent? Dexter was the smartest person he knew, no way was he incompetent. Of course the part about her being old enough to be his grandmother took him for a loop. If this child wasn’t a child, then how old was she exactly? She looked about nine or ten years old, but her vocabulary hinted at her being older. Intriguing. A girl that doesn’t age, or hides her age by choosing to look so young. With a surprised look dexter watched the small girl walk right across the glass without even a wince. What in the world was this child? A ghoul? Werewolf? Intolerant to pain? Whatever she was she wasn’t having dexter talk down to her, which was clear by the fact that she wanted to eat him.

Is it possible dexter had bitten off more than he could chew with this child? No, impossible. Nobody was too much for dexter to handle, the girl was simply throwing a tantrum! But she wasn’t for her face contorted into something evil, sharp fangs replacing her canines. A vampire. In a flash the girl was no longer across the kitchen but instead running right at him. Moving so fast he had no time to react let alone even notice. Him, the most perceptive man there is not able to notice a little girl running at him? What in the world was going on! As she barreled into him dexter took a step back from the force, balancing himself as not to fall over. His hands sprung from his pockets and rose to his sides as he looked down at his assailant. Lunar was displeased by the sudden attack for she began squawking wildly and flapping her wings. Lifting into the air she squawked at the child, not wanting to attack her, however she held her talons out ready to if needed. Meanwhile dexter winced as something sharp pierced his skin. Did she just bite him! Okay, that went too far. Reaching down dexter tried pushing her face away from him. he didn't want to hurt her, after all she was a child (or an elderly woman disguised as a child) so trying to shove her off of himself was the best he could come up with at the moment. get off of me you little witch! he growled. The cut on his left hand seared with pain and blood dripped down his palm and fingers, but the pain in his hand was far greater than the biting and so he focused on that instead. get off me now or you’ll regret attacking me in a few moments! he threatened as he tried to push the child off of himself.




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Continuing to kick at the flowers evan couldn’t think. His mind was overtaken by a torrent of emotions, logic and thought had been tossed out of the window the moment his hand had passed through the flower. All he could think to do was attack the problem, the problem being the flowerbed, though his attempts were futile. It was frustrating being unable to kick the flowers down which caused evan to want to stomp on them even more. Anger flowed through him and he let out a scream. He brought his hands up to his head, gripping onto his hair as he continued to scream, though whether he was screaming at the flowers or himself was unclear. A voice rose up in his swirling mind, katie’s voice, however the words she spoke seemed distant and unclear. His head rose and he looked over to her, tears streaming down his face leaving glistening trails behind. The sound of heavy breaths emitted from him between each crying gasp, which was strange since he doesn’t actually need to breathe.

Evan stopped kicking the flowers, his eyes searched her face as she spoke to him, her words taking a moment to come across to him. At first he didn’t say a thing, his eyes concentrated on katie’s outstretched hands. He felt the need to reach out and try and interlace his fingers with hers, just to see if he could, just to see if she would be tangible to him. But before he could try she lowered her hands to her sides, his gray eyes returning to her golden ones. Finally her words became comprehensible as they reached him. He wiped his tears away with his hands, sniffling as he fought more back. no, you don’t understand, his voice was shaking and full of sadness as well as a hint of resentment. Then it grew louder, angrier. you will never understand. You will never understand anything that i have gone through. What it’s like to lose the whole ability to hold anything living again. To be unable to pick a flower or pet an animal or, just like the flip of a switch the resentment in his eyes and voice gave way turning into longing and sadness once more as he gestured toward katheryne, or hold anybody close again. drawing his arms close evan hugged himself, his fingers gripping his biceps. Tilting his head down he stared off at the flowers. Softly he said, No, it’s not your fault katheryn. You did nothing wrong. I am stupid, and not just because i forget about my inabilities. I got myself killed. I did this to myself. If i just hadn’t been so stupid all those years ago. he shook his head and shut his eyes as tears began to well up again.

Taking a shuddering breath evan continued, the rain never seemed to cease, it was as if it came from all directions. Everything was always wet and dark. But that day was something else. Not a cloud in the sky, the sun shining bright, the jungle softly abuzz with life. Sure, everything still dripped with saturation, but the sun brought our spirits up. Well, as much as it could when you were walking in another country that was at war and there were hazards around every corner. That day was different though. It didn’t feel like you could die at any moment, it was almost peaceful. We stopped for a break. We had been walking since before dawn and it was past noon, we needed some rest. Some took look out, others thought it good to rehydrated and eat, and a few a napped. Although j-j-jo it was hard to say that name, evan couldn’t bring himself to utter the words. Tears came falling again, streaming down his face and dripping to the ground. Clenching his fingers evan went on. he went off to “find a restroom” as he put it. His scream, oh god his scream. I can hear it. evans shoulders scrunched up and he moved his hands over his ears, tightening his eyes shut even more. He fell right into a trap, he couldn’t see past the foliage that hid the punji stick. I ran to him as fast as i could, but his screams filling the air alerted the enemy of our position. They started shooting at us, an onslaught of bullets came right at us. But i wouldn’t let him die in that hole, he was stuck good though. Each time i tried to pull him up his own weight brought him back down. His screams only drew the enemy closer.

After several tries and so much screaming i managed to get him free of those spikes. He was pale and shaking and unable to stand. I had him over my shoulders ready to take him back to the medic, but i got turned around. I had no clue where i had come from and the where others were. Then the bullets hit so fast and so hard. I went right the ground with him tumbling down beside me. We laid there staring at each other for what seemed like eternity, the bullets raining down around us from all sides. Both of us bleeding out and dying. “I’m scared” he whispered. “I’m not ready to die” and neither was i. So, stupidly i started to get up again. There were too many of them though, too many shooters and too many bullets. i got shot over and over again. I died before i even hit the ground. The last thing i saw was his terrified face staring up at mine. The worst part is i didn’t even save him, he died of shock not too long after me, and i watched him die. I stood over him as a spirit yelling at him to get up, but he couldn’t see me, hear me. That was the moment evan died, almost fifty years ago in the middle of vietnam with his best friend by his side. Never before had even told a person about his death, but something within him had compelled him to get it out, to tell anyone as to not hold the weight on his own anymore, though he still felt horrible. He blamed himself for his best friends death and his own. Jonas was the boy's name, only eighteen when he died. Dropping to his knees, hunching over and hugging himself evan sobbed. it’s all my fault he died. I should’ve remembered which way i had come from, gotten him out of that pit sooner, and gotten him back to the troop faster. I let him down and he died because of me. his form wavered in and out of view as he shuddered, his body becoming more and more transparent.

[Squirrelstar123]

||Larkin Stoker | 26 | Human | Head of Household | Homosexual | Location: Room | Tags: Franz, LeMarc||

Larkin’s brown eyes snapped up and to look at the butler from where the human was kneeling. “I would like to think what you mean by that is to consult my sister. I don’t think we really need to is worry and possibly upset Mika and well... I don’t think it is ideal to ask any of my family outside of the household, naturally.” The very last thing he wanted was to let anyone else in the family know how dire the situation was. Honestly, he didn’t even know where the rest of the family was but Lark didn’t want to let that in. The only way he knew if someone was still around was when they finally show up out of the blue and the rare letter or phone call.

||Adelia Lewis | 18 | Human | Maid | Heterosexual | Location: Hallway | Tags: Fal||

Adelia swallowed hard when Fal followed forward, glaring her down, as she had stepped away from him. The growing fear inside her faded a bit when Facilier stopped and even took a step back himself. “O-oh, okay. I didn’t mean to frustrate you..” Adelia stammered slightly, sure it was her that had frustrated him. She ducked a little in embarrassment for what she was about to say. “If that is what you wish then what is your name, sir? I am afraid to say that I don’t know it. As for myself, it’s actually Adelia but I guess Addy works too..” She responded, speaking softer when she was referring to herself however. By now, the fear she had felt had dissipated completely and she was visibly less tense.

||Deirdre Scarborough | Appears 25 | Spirit | Cook | Heterosexual | Location: Ballroom | Tags: Marc-Anthony||

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||Katheryne Grey | 19 | Werewolf | Homeless | Heterosexual | Location: Evan’s Cabin | Tags: Evan||

When Evan stop kicking the flowers and started focusing on her made Katheryne feel that perhaps he was starting to calm down. Reading his face was a little challenging but his silence was a little promising.. Until Evan finally spoke. Wide eyes watched Evan and when his voice rose again and started getting angry more, icy fear shot through Katie. Panic had spread through quickly after that caused her to tense up and resist the urge to run away to hide. His following words and his gestures made her fear turn to guilt and panic change to sadness. “You’re right... I could never understand that.” Katheryne quietly admitted and was ashamed of herself. The only thing she could understand was being unable able to touch and hold those who weren’t there anymore. Not only did Evan suffer from that, he suffered a lot more that she probably couldn’t even comprehend.

The werewolf’s attention turned back to Evan when explained that it wasn’t his fault and it was his stupidity that had gotten him killed. As the spirit went on to tell his story, Katie had imagined it pretty clearly with his rather detailed description of it all. During the whole account of that final day, there was only silence from Katheryne but the looks on her face was enough to speak for her. By the end, there was only a horrified look on her face with tears in her eyes and there was so many feelings going on at once. All of this information was a lot to absorb and sort through and so she was left at lost for words. What can you say to comfort one who lost his life and his friend to war to begin with? Panic took hold of Katheryne once more when Evan spiraled down into the depths of sadness, regret, and guilt. However, the real fear came from seeing the spirit start flickering and fading in front of her. The werewolf flung herself to her knees in front of Evan and instantly started reaching out to him but as quickly as Katie did, she jerked her hand back. Being forced into trying to verbally calm him down once more, Katheryne countered. “It’s not your fault. Even if you had done all of those things, it could have ended the same way or with a similar demise. You didn’t let him down. You didn’t leave him there to die alone in that pit. It sounds like you were the only one brave enough to go help him. You tried until the very end to save him and he wouldn’t blame you for all of that. He didn’t die because of you, perhaps it was just his fate.”

Unsure if she would fail again and make everything worse, Katie looked off to the side and took a deep breath. If one was willing to give a little, they should also receive a little. Perhaps it would help him become a little distracted as well but it wasn’t the best tactic. “There was once a time in my life that I was certain my life was over. I used to live in another town when I was a young child. Namma was still very new in my life so our living situation was rather new as well. This day, she was at work and I decided to go out of the house and by the end of that day, I had ended up basically in a cage to ‘protect’ the town. Whatever plans they had for me, they were waiting for the next day to kick into action. I would like to think they were probably going to throw me out at some place with people like me but I guess I will never know. They had someone guarding me during that night and for whatever reason, this young man had taken pity on my soul. You see, the town didn’t realize I was staying with Namma and so nothing had happened to her from this. So when she came to see me, no one was suspecting a thing. This was only because a lot of people had came by to...” She trailed and tried to think of a gentler word to use. “Mock or tell me what they thought of me. Anyway, the guard had set me free to Namma. He told us to go leave town before anyone else came by and discovered I was gone. Luckily, we were able to but I don’t know what had became of him when morning came. Anyway, the reason why I even considered telling this story is because I know that had I been caught and killed.. I wouldn’t have blamed him for not letting me go sooner or anything. I would be forever thankful and knew that someone cared enough to not just leave me there.” She shrugged, automatically feeling stupid for even considering this idea. It was stupid but she was desperate enough if it meant it somehow helped Evan. It was also a very mild version of the story but she didn’t want to overdo it.

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Prince of the Damned|LeMarc|Head Butler|Half-Demon|Tagged: Lark, lil vamp, boi

"Hm? Yes, of course," LeMarc had not met very many members of the extended Stoker line, but as far as he could tell they were just as dysfunctional and unwelcome as his own family, "Madame Stoker may have more insight on the issue. I'd stake that she's read more of the Manor's library than anyone else here, save the good doctor, of course..." He frowns and looks at Franz again. This family was certainly a mess... "I would typically suggest we confine him to his room again, but I do not know how long he will be unconscious. Though I do believe it will be quite some time before he wakes up again, judging by the last time we did this. What do you-"

LeMarc pauses as he hears a distant crash across the Manor. The butler sighs as he stands and stares in the direction of the noise. "If that useless maid broke another vase I swear I'll-" He begins to mutter, only to pause as he hears the call of the young miss.
Mademoiselle Stoker...?" LeMarc looks at Larkin, frowning in concern. There's a distant sound of shouting. Ugh, would he ever get a break today? "Perhaps we should go." He says, nodding in the direction of the noise, already turning to start, sigh, running. Again.

Lady of the Lake|Eadgyd|Edith|Homeless|Kelpie|Tagged: 'some stupid northerner', 'stolen prey'

Mortal in the mud forgotten, the kelpie hisses in rage, eyes turning a dark, unnatural coal-black as she clenches her clawed hands in angry, bleeding fists. "Yours? YOURS?" Eadgyd hisses, her face shifting into something decidedly less human, and much more terrifying, with scales and points. Her hair flies out from beneath her scarves whipping about in a sudden wind that smells of pond scum and mildew.

"Haud yer wheesht you son of a herring! How dare you!? You stupid, arrogant, pile of horse droppings! How dare the likes of you come into my territory and claim it like your spit is the waters of Avalon, some grand erl king you are?!! You're not worth the pond scum! You're a smarmy git, hiding behind your pretty-boy face and charming looks! Ae've livedin these waters for over three hundred years, they reek of the blood of mah prey, the wishes of mah worship, the secrets older than time aye keep in the deeps. Do not test me, northman." Baring all her pointy teeth in a vicious smile, the kelpie growls deep in her throat, air growing heavier with every breath she takes, like fog, humidity, and the thin morning air leak from her lungs. Dark eyes glitter with a burning fire, beautiful and deadly. With another soft hiss, she whispers out; "Take your stupid lute and git."

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yrus L. 𝔇esdemona- "You don't know what a man's loss is."
43-Male | Grim Reaper | Manor Guest | Homo-None | tags; Wendy, Arta
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"If I had some, I'd give a couple to you, but I don't find a need to carry around such things." He said as he glanced around as if looking for something. It wasn't because he was in the bathroom with Wendy, no, of course, that wasn't weird at all. Maybe if somebody just waltzes right on in here, they would probably save the questioning and walk right on back out. But his attention soon turned back to Wendy once she explained why she was here. Cyrus found her response quite humorous, almost as if he didn't believe her at first. "So, you have come to find some interesting things and pawn them off? I find that funny because we have passed quite a few items of interesting value. But I guess you were more focused on your injury, I supposed. Am I right?"

Of course, he didn't know the true intention of Wendy's plan.

Now, do you possibly remember when the text mentioned about someone waltzing right into the bathroom? Well, yeah, that is what exactly what happened. He turned once a voice sounded, turning the man that wore a cloak of an odd style, that shimmered and jingled- almost like a wizard's cloak. Now, of course, he hasn't seen a wizard. But it did seem like something a wizard would wear. However, that wasn't what caught his attention at all, it was more of the fact that the mysterious...giant wizard... had mentioned something about a key to some ancient vampire texts. Right- but he allowed the conversation between this man and Wendy to continue on until Wendy finished talking. He glanced at her, "It's probably that you lost too much blood- you should rest and continue your search later." Cyrus then looked at the man, he had completely ignored the finger guns as he didn't know what in the world that meant, and so that's why he chose to ignore it. "As for the vampiric texts, maybe the key is to hunt a vampire down and kill it? There's no harm done to anyone...but the vampire." He laughed a little to add a little humor to...the joke. But that...No. That wasn't a good joke. He could've done better.

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verest 𝔏ysandre- "I don't like unlocked doors."
18-Female | Wolf | Stray | Unknown-None | tags; Valac
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Everest didn't wake once the angel woke up. But it didn't take long for her to wake once she heard his voice through her nonexistent dreams. she was careful not to move, as she was afraid to Valac more. Little did she know that the angel wasn't in much pain as he was in as he was before.

Everest opened her eyes a little, letting out a loud yawn. The wolf turned her head a little, to where she was able to see the angel, staring at him. "Do you..." she paused and pawed gently at his face, "How are you feeling?" she asked, tilting her head.

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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This be the work of Satan"
29-Male | Vampire | Butler | Bi-None | tags; Addy
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He waved a hand, as if dismissing her, "Just...forget about it...It's not like you have done someone harm." Of course, she could've. She could've stabbed him right now, but this girl seemed to be more shy and timid. So what could she possibly do? Probably throw something at him...like a knife. Faciler blinked when the girl didn't know his name, which was okay, he didn't really expect anyone to know his name. "My name is Facilier. that's all you need to know." he said, looking off to the side, "Pardon me for getting your name wrong, but I guess I will have to start calling you Addy from now on. It's... easier to remember." He wasn't really enjoying this conversation at all, let alone her presence. He sighed, "To be fair...I guess... You could call me 'Fal'. It would be a burden, but an eye for an eye?" That was probably the wrong use for that expression, but he didn't care.

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ary J. ℜosiland- "Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"
10-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Nico
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He grinned a little, "Of course! A story about the animals! It seems like a purrfect idea, no?" Mary shifted around as he thought for a moment. Every story needed a title right? After giving a moments thought, his eyes lit up, "Oh! I know! The Misadventures of Sir Gilbert," he pointed to the tiger, And Lambchop!" he then pointed at his stuffed lamb. Now, this child doesn't know if he already named the stuffed animal something else or not. But he did that for character- story purposes only. Because were they not characters in someone else's story?

Taking a deep breath, Mary started:

"Once upon a time, there was a little lonely lamb that hid within the castle walls because he was poor and didn't have anywhere else to go. The lamb's name was Lambchop. But he wasn't alone, in which a servant at the castle,"

The story paused as Mary took a taper out of nowhere. He continued on:

"Named...Odin..?

Okay, coming up with names was harder than you think.

"Anyways, the servant took care of little Lambchop every day. Now, one day the servent was busy and left Lambchop alone for awhile. Lambchop a little tired of sitting around and doing the same old routine over and over again, so he decided to explore. And he did. He explored the castle and ran into a young knight. The young knight, following the orders of the kings, started to chase Lambchop around until..."

Mary stopped the story there, feeling like that was a good stopping point. He stared at Nico, hoping that he would pick up the story from there.

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tellaluna- *Aggressive Clicking Noises* "Lookie here, how queer."
13-Female | Ghost Bat | Manor Animal | Unknown-None | tags; Spike
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When the dog, Spike, mentioned that she tore one of her wings, she simply lifted the wing up and stared at the tear. the bat looked at the dog and shook her head in embarrassment, "Uh...No. Truth to be told...Um...I never learned how to fly. But it does seem scary, so...heh." Well, despite that statement, she does enjoy the actvitiy of climbing things that were far from the floor to raid a man of his precious pens. What? It wasn't like he needed them.

But the next thing that Spike had said, distracted her from her wing, and with a small giggle, she added, "I'm too small for that!" Stellaluna watched as the dog sat down, and she tried to do the same, but with her wings becoming a little, uncomfortable, problem. She ignored that before answering the pit's question, "Well, normally I don't get stuck as you do, or I cannot knock stuff over, even if I tried. But the weather down here is nice!" The bat shifted a little to make her situation more comfortable, "So, what are you doing here?"