Its All in the Eyes ~ Vampiric/Human Society

[Alpha*]

Malone considers this for a moment, wondering a long second what Alex really thinks of her.Stop it, you're just a silly feeder. she berates herself. "We have to try, I mean its cold out here...he didnt even have a jacket..." a blush

[xxshadowluvxx]

Alexander: He pondered for a little while, letting out a sigh, knowing that no matter what he said she'd keep insisting. "Alright.. let's go find him.." he said, holding her hand and walking slowly in the direction of his scent.

[Alpha*]

Malone holds his hand, happy and walks with him. "Alex..?" she whispers as they walk, silence has gone by for a while. The Feeder bites her lip, not sure how to phrase her thoughts.

[xxshadowluvxx]

Alexander: He tilted his head slightly and looked at her "What is it?" he asked, walking slowly so she could keep up. He honestly didn't want to keep her in this forest any longer, since morag could easily attack them at any time.

[Alpha*]

"Abel...he's probably..." her breath hitches, "He's probably not comming back...is he..." it isnt a question that Malone says, it is more of a statement. The feeder thinks she already knows the answer.

[xxshadowluvxx]

Alexander: He frowned and sighed, running his hand through his hair "I'm sorry…" he whispered, kissing her head. "But.. You never know… We might meet up with him again someday.." he said, trying to reassure her.

[Alpha*]

Maybe you will. Thinks Malone but she smiles and nods, ''Theres that." she agrees quietly, "Never know right?" and there is quiet laughter, though slightly forced.

[~Supernatural Life~]

.:Bridget Jones // 16 years old // Male // Bounty Hunter // Human:.

While strolling through the forest Bridget had run across a couple of bandits, but took care of them pretty easily since they were very bad at dodging yoyos and teddy bears that had iron blades sticking out of their sides and slashing at them. Why bother being a bandit when you can't even fend for yourself in battle? Bridget sighed and kept walking, tugging at the edges of his short dress and cursing under his breath as a light and cold breeze blew. His teeth began chattering and he wrapped his arms around himself. When he saw Roger look at him with the corner of his eye, Bridget frowned at him. "Shut up," he muttered and then sneezed. Roger looked ahead and kept walking. He wondered if they would ever reach a nearby town and probably spend what was left of the night in a motel or something...

[RoyalInTheDark]

Acelline peers up at Morag for a moment. "I'm holding you to that; no setting me up for an accident or anything." She says quite seriously, pursing her lips slightly as she thought about it.

Darcie walked along the very edge of the forest, making her way slowly back to the warehouse. She didn't want to go back because someone there was against them and going back would mean risking another attempted killing of some sort.

[Alpha*]

"Me? Set you up?" asks Morag with wide, innocent eyes. "Why, I would Never!" a pause where he looks agrieved, "I am ashaimed you'd compare me to your uncle.." tears well up in his eyes and he quickens his pace as though hurt. Never-mind that he is Exactly that way.