-{Ƭαιηтє∂ Ʀσѕє Ơяρнαηαgє}- .:Fantasy RP:.

[reasonable.]

--Anyone Open?--

[tinygeck]

(Michael Is Open He's Wandering Around.)

[reasonable.]

(How old is he? Winter is 11..)

[tinygeck]

(He's Twelve an His Twin is Clarisse)

[The_Shadow_Ghost]

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Female - - - Shape-Shifter - - - wildcat form - - - Single

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"ɪ ɢᴜᴇss ɪ'ᴍ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀ
ʟᴏɴᴇ ωᴏʟғ. ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ sᴀʏ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ
ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ, ᴛᴏ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ
ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ, ɪ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴛʜᴇɴ ɪғ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ
ᴀ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ
ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍɪɴᴅs."

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I look up at the both Morag and the girl, Clarisse? Yes, that was her name. She smell's... similar. But to who I can't remember. Perhaps I caught her scent somewhere before. Shifting slightly, I turn yellow eyes on the situation. Morag's word's cause me to think. What was he? It didn't matter to me, all I know is that he is the person I can relate too. He is quite friendly aswell; which is something for I rarely meet friendly people. Maybe it was time to open the letter? I had returned to my old house once, only to find three letter's. The first had been full of words of lve from my father for if anything had happened to him. The second was a word to the wise about my powers and the third had remained unopened- for in both letters he had told me only to open it when I knew the time was right. Could this be that time? Perhaps. I would most likely wait a while, just to be sure.

[Alpha*]

Morag drops his hand and shifts uncertainly. This had to be a joke, a horrible, cruel joke. But why werent they laughing? He doesnt understand. "I...I... ummm I...." he stutters, cheeks almost purple with his embaressed fear. "Would you...I can... er..." a phantom gaze turns to the she-cat Seraphina in despiration. "I mean..."

[tinygeck]

Clarisse-
"Why Are You So Nervous?" I Asked, Frowning. "I Think Your Wonderful."

[Alpha*]

"I ... I... I uhhmm..." he gets out and swallows again, eyes return to the floor. "Its a...you're.. Joking...yes?" he asks shifting again. "Arnt you going too...too laugh..and tell me I'm horrible... like the others?" Morag asks not daring too look. Ready to flee.

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Clarisse-
"Why In Heavens Would I Say That? I Thought It was Wonderful!" Clarisse Said, Blushing. She Smiled, Her Teeth Partially Showing. "I Guess It's Just Something People Like Us Find... Entertaining. Dont Listen To Anyone That Tells You Your Terrible, Because In My Mind Your Amazing At Music. No Need To Be Shy" She Soothed, Feeling Awkward That She Was Soothing Some One Older Than Her.

(How Old Is Morag?)

[Alpha*]

( Mor Looks to be 17 or 18 but is really 168 1/2 years old)

Morag flushes and meets her gaze with his own, looking to see if she is serious, if this is the continuation of a henious joke being played on him. Finally a wan smile as he accepts her words; "Would you have me play Miss Clarissa?" he whispers after a bit of silence. And he is still unsure, casting a glance at Sera. His pulse is racing, so close...so close. Too close.