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verest 𝔏ysandre-
"I don't like closed doors."117-Female | Wolf | Homeless | Unknown-None | tags; rose────────────────────────────────────xxxxxxxxthe wolf looked up at the horse again, taking a step back as the horse took another step closer. she glared at the creature and growled again, her fur bristling as she took a few steps back. if this horse took a step closer to her, she will bite. she will completely disregard the hooves and bite. however, her tune did change a little by the mention of food. she completely stopped growling, her ears perking up and her head immediately cocking to the side. she couldn't help it- or well control it, but her tail started to swing to and fro, a small, wolfish smile on her face.
"oh sure I'm fine- sometimes I cannot control this wolfish nature of mine...and again- i had have bad experiences with those creatures. I'd rather not take any chances." she looked down and fixed her head, her tail still wagging. she stopped and thought for a moment. "i did come into town for food- yes. but to your place? i just happened to cross upon your...abode?...do you actually live here?" okay, that seemed to be a little rude- it wasn't like her place was any better. she had taken her anger out on a lot of things- so let's just say that the couches were no longer. where did the stuffing go? who knows. did she eat it? no- the last time she did it didn't go too well. she would've been dead- yes, but hey, she's alive and well. just hungry.
for food and blood.
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acilier R. 𝔏ysandre- "This has to be the work of Satan"29-Male | Vampire | Butler | hetero-None | tags; xxx ─────────────────────────────────────xxxxxxxxfal sighed in relief as the kid was going to do what he was told- which was a good thing, right? well, he wasn't going to chase him down to make sure that he does his job. no- he has other things to do. maybe he should go find lemarc and ask what nicho was scheduled to do today...actually, no, scratch that. he'd rather not talk to him at the moment- not with this migraine. he moved his head up to his forehead and walked all the way back to his room. was he going to rest?
he wished.
instead, he entered his room, looking around for a brief moment. it took him a moment to remember that he had allowed mary to go out in town- if he wished. and apparently he did leave. that would explain on why nightshade was missing from his post. (an empty (but clean) tea cup that fal didn't want to touch- as the queen had claimed it as his own. for a resting place for his second-in-command).
facilier looked around once again, drawing a blank. what was he doing in here again? he walked further into his room and stood near his desk, flipping through the papers that crowded his desk. he paused. no- nothing that he wanted wasn't in the stack of papers. he looked around and decided to open the first drawer of three, pawing through the organized mess until he found what he was looking for: painkillers. now why did he have them there? well because he doubted that the manor had any around. besides, he didn't want anyone to question him. he replaced the bottle back into the mess and searched the drawers for anything to wash them down. ah- nope. where did he put them?
he walked over towards his nightstand and decided to dig through there. hopefully mary didn't get ahold- aha! there they are. he grabbed a couple of blood tablets before shutting the drawer and walking out of his room. now time to get some water. but the kitchen was too far away- and there was no way he was using mop water...I mean- cat fur, really? so facilier decided to walk to the kitchen, grab a cup, fill it with water, ignore the fools in the kitchen (he didn't even question why there was a giant in the kitchen in the first place) before heading on out of the kitchen and back towards his room. he was uncomfortable using the blood tablets around others. why? he couldn't explain well enough on why he felt that way.
he shook his head and plopped the tablets into the water, watching them dissolve. how disappointing. he knew who else would be disappointed in him for using these things- but what will they do? come back from the dead and chastise him about it?...yeah, I thought so. Facilier dipped back into his room as he took the painkillers and washed them down with whatever this poor excuse of substituted blood was...it was almost like a diet. fake blood is better than human or other creature blood...but oh well, its better than nothing. besides, does it look like he has the time to go out and hunt? no.
fal would stay in his room until the migraine had subsided some before going out of his way to wash the cup and bring it back to the kitchen- along with a few dishes that he found. he washed them, before walking back out and onto the upstairs to start cleaning windows again.
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ary A. ℜosiland-
"Ding-dong~ Wanna play with me?"11-Male | Human | Unknown | Ace-None | tags; Fran | ──────────────────────────────────────xxxxxxxxhe looked up at her when she continued to talk and he stayed silent like the good little child he was. no interrupting here. but although he was quite distracted when nightshade fell from his bookbag. mary quickly reached out to get him before putting the bunny plushie back into his bag. he looked up at fran and smiled a little.
"i'm eleven, actually," he said with a small giggle. "we'd probably get along despite them being older...hopefully." mary frowned and looked over his shoulder towards the direction of the town. there were a few kids in the town that he didn't get along with- and they were a bit older than him- just around the age of fran's sisters. but hopefully they weren't too mean like them.
his attention turned back to fran when she asked him about where demons came from. he turned his head and shrugged a little. "papa has been teaching me a lot about mythicals, demons, angels and whatnot whenever he has the time to," mary said as he placed his bag back down on the ground, kicking his legs a little. "we're just getting to demons- but I don't like to say the word- it's bad. that's what papa says. but he also says 'as long as it's not directed towards someone'. i still refuse to say it though." he covered his ears but then lowered them down. he would sign it, but decided against it. "so instead we say underworld."
it was a rule in maryland that swearing was a big no- signed or not. where did he learn these fabled swears? oh from his parents- don't worry though, fal doesn't need to know.
he blinked and shrugged a little, "i guess, but every time I go to it- it's cleaned up, or more of a mess!" he then laughed. but oh well- it isn't my desk so I shouldn't be complaining."
mary reached over and picked up his bookbag, tilting his head in thought about fran's pranks. "oh, well i'm human? you did scare me- but that was just for a little bit. you are a very nice person," he beamed as he slowly slid off of the log and onto the ground. he pulled his bookbag close to him and looked in, digging through for the pack of playing cards before looking back up at fran, "but i can stay! we can play with the cards that i've brought!" he said as he shook the small carboard box that mary had painted over. what did he paint on the box? a night sky with clouds...and glitter. it wasn't the best- but hey, he wasn't no artist.
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tellaluna-
*Aggressive Clicking Noises* "Lookie here- how queer-.."13-Female | Ghost Bat | Manor Animal | Unknown-None | tags;The Hopeless Gays────────────────────────────────────────────xxxxxxxxxxxxshe kept her gaze on lemarc, waiting for a reaction or a reply of some sort. but when she got none, she just simply looked down at the floor, her ears pinned back, a little disappointed- even though he didn't say anything, the disapproval was pretty clear. (or disappointment. one of those two. she wasn't the best at reading emotions- okay?). however, she perked up just a bit when lark said that they had the time to solve a riddle. what a good boy- maybe she could treat him with one of his stolen borrowed pens after this. stellaluna looked up at lemarc and then back at lark when given the a-ok to share a riddle.
right.
maybe she should've taken the time to think up a riddle rather than just staring at the reoccurring guest. but, she didn't have to think for too long as she shifted around, making sure that she could open the little watch's door with ease after they had solved her riddle. she had figured how the watch worked- almost. you would assume that fifty-seven riddles in, she would know how it would work? maybe you had forgotten about her fantastic memory.
stellaluna looked up at the two. what was now this feeling? it was almost like stage fright. why was this so? she never had felt like this when she shared riddles with larkin. her ears pinned back again as she decided to distract herself by opening the door of the watch, staring at the face.
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500 riddles
57 solved
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443 left
the same question always remained the same: what would happen if it reached the end? she looked up at lemarc and then over at lark. maybe one of the two would know. if not, then she'll find out from someone. someday. somehow. she shook her head and snapped the door shut. time was ticking. she was wasting time and she painfully knew it. even though she was incapable of knowing time management, she knew that time given to her by someone like her pet was very important- and she was wasting it. stellaluna gave an apologetic look at lark. lemarc would also get one- but he wasn't the one who gave her the time to share a riddle, now was he? no.
so instead of wasting even more time, she got on with it. she cleared her tiny throat and looked up at the two:
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"It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter."
after she spoke, she instantly flipped open the door and looked up at the two. and then back down at the face. she loved to watch as the counter went down when the riddle was solved correctly. did she herself know the answer? no she did not. not right off the bat at least. she would know if it was solved correctly- but if solved incorrectly, nothing would move and she would take even more time away from the two to figure out the answer. or, she could take up this time now, waiting for the two to figure it out. it was an odd riddle, even for herself, but she'll get the answer eventually.
disclaimer; the riddle is from Tolkien's The Hobbit; the answer: darkness
riddles left; 443
