i s a a c . n e w t
ref | male | 22 | cyclops | pansexual | tagged: Eiaré, Vohzak
Isaac shook his head, the thought of being an outcast saddening. With a small shake he looked at the psoglav, blinking. "Uh... a c-cyclops." He responded quietly, loud enough to hear but his voice was weak. He didn't like talking about his species.
m i c h a e l . h a w k e
ref | male | 29 | bird human | heteroflexible | tagged: Sunny
Michael rolled his eyes internally. A bag? So helpful. "I was wondering what the cry was about. A warning? What do you think it could be, the rat girl?" He didn't know what to think of that, if it was true. He wouldn't make assumptions though.
m e l a t i . d e l t a
ref | female | 36 | half-cyborg | heterosexual | tagged: open
Thankfully, her robotic parts could not feel pain, but she did not tell him that. Melati flinched as the claw slammed down however, and the arm sparked, but she breathed a sigh of relief as it left. She had no clue what she was going to do now. Of all things, her arm was gone, and it was her dominant arm. It would take a lot of getting used to, but thankfully the arm wasn't completely torn and so it hadn't ripped the skin; she wasn't bleeding from it.
Slowly and shakily getting to her feet, she let out a long, drawn-out sigh and stumbled forward, looking for the nearest room. Briefly, the cyborg wondered why he let her live. There was no reason for him to. Out of his 'kindness'? What kindness? It confused her, but she shook it off, finding a small, vacant room and settling inside. No reason to go around where she would be found now.
n i o a c e x . a e r o n
ref | male | 26 | n/a | homosexual | tagged: Zathura
Nioacex looked around the halls distractedly as she used her magic, resisting the urge to flinch. He still tensed his muscles at her touch. Though gentle, he was always defensive against touches and wouldn't allow them unless absolutely necessary. Which was now. He was clenching his teeth as he looked around, still distracting himself from what was happening. He didn't mind the feeling it gave him, he would never admit that the touch bothered him, and hoped she hadn't noticed his reaction. "Nice. Nothing's here to attack me again." He muttered, mostly to himself. "How long will this take?"
ref | male | 22 | cyclops | pansexual | tagged: Eiaré, Vohzak
Isaac shook his head, the thought of being an outcast saddening. With a small shake he looked at the psoglav, blinking. "Uh... a c-cyclops." He responded quietly, loud enough to hear but his voice was weak. He didn't like talking about his species.
m i c h a e l . h a w k e
ref | male | 29 | bird human | heteroflexible | tagged: Sunny
Michael rolled his eyes internally. A bag? So helpful. "I was wondering what the cry was about. A warning? What do you think it could be, the rat girl?" He didn't know what to think of that, if it was true. He wouldn't make assumptions though.
m e l a t i . d e l t a
ref | female | 36 | half-cyborg | heterosexual | tagged: open
Thankfully, her robotic parts could not feel pain, but she did not tell him that. Melati flinched as the claw slammed down however, and the arm sparked, but she breathed a sigh of relief as it left. She had no clue what she was going to do now. Of all things, her arm was gone, and it was her dominant arm. It would take a lot of getting used to, but thankfully the arm wasn't completely torn and so it hadn't ripped the skin; she wasn't bleeding from it.
Slowly and shakily getting to her feet, she let out a long, drawn-out sigh and stumbled forward, looking for the nearest room. Briefly, the cyborg wondered why he let her live. There was no reason for him to. Out of his 'kindness'? What kindness? It confused her, but she shook it off, finding a small, vacant room and settling inside. No reason to go around where she would be found now.
n i o a c e x . a e r o n
ref | male | 26 | n/a | homosexual | tagged: Zathura
Nioacex looked around the halls distractedly as she used her magic, resisting the urge to flinch. He still tensed his muscles at her touch. Though gentle, he was always defensive against touches and wouldn't allow them unless absolutely necessary. Which was now. He was clenching his teeth as he looked around, still distracting himself from what was happening. He didn't mind the feeling it gave him, he would never admit that the touch bothered him, and hoped she hadn't noticed his reaction. "Nice. Nothing's here to attack me again." He muttered, mostly to himself. "How long will this take?"



