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アリエル

the one with the red hair and blue eyes

Halloween Night. I have been waiting for this day
turned six. Today was my birthday, my sixteenth to
be exact. I was off doing my hair and make - up,
preparing for the night of festivities. I was going as
Belle, the beautiful princess with brown hair. My
hair is a horrid shade of red and aqua blue eyes
to accompany. I am the spitting image of Ariel.
I've been like this ever since I was born, I was named
after her. Yes, my name ( sadly ) means Ariel in
the foreign language of Japanese. I popped in my
brown contacts and tied my newly dyed hair into a
sleek updo. Of course, I could only carry out this
hair color temporarily, but it was mugs better than
people asking me "Why aren't you Ariel?" all night.
My dress was on and my hair secure and I scooped
up my trick or treating pillow case ready for the
night. My friends smiled at me as I walked across
the porch of my house. I had finally convinced
them to all match along with me as Princesses.
My best friend Anilese was Aurora, Shay as Cinderella,
Natalie as Rapunzel, and Tyra as Tiana. "Hey girls."
I greeted with a nice princess wave. "Ready for a night
of frights?" I asked them excitedly. They all nodded
eagerly along with a chorus of agreements. Tonight was
going to be fun. I said who no doubt in my mind. We
went around town with our cases in hand going from
door to door. As we neared a house in the neighborhood,
I stuck my hand in my pillow case and dug out a roll
of toilet paper. They all smirked with me and I gave
then one each. I threw mine across the house and into
the chimney with perfect aim. "Bullseye!" I exclaimed as
it rolled in. "Of course, we are with Ari here." Shay
said sarcastically with a roll of her steel blue eyes and a
laugh. A flash of smoke poofed out of the chimney, along
with blinking red and blue lights and sirens sounding.
I turned around and fled, leaving my friends in my dust.
They all gave sheepish grins and red cheeks. This was
going exactly as I planned. I shed the bright yellow dress
and slipped on a black robe and a hood. I slid the hood
over my head and placed a mask on my face with a sly
grin adorned on my face. I held the machete in hand and
retreated to the girls. The machete was over the police
man's head and the girls were terrified. I slashed his
head clean off and the girls were scattered with blood.
Shay stood, too frightened to leave and I sliced her right in half.
Her body fell weakly and I ran after my other friends scooping
some Shay in my mouth. My lips were moist after I licked
them and I slashed everything in reach. The little kids not
sidewalk, the parents handing out candy, and even the poor
car drivers passing through. After they were all dead, I
Threw my machete on the ground on top of a black cat. I
stood and scooped up every heart I found and placed it in a
zip lock bag, eating a few bits as I went. Everything blurred
I awakened the on October 31st. It had all been a dream. I
laughed it off and retreated to school. ~

she's either going to be based on Ariel or her sister Antoinette
if I were to win this beautiful JMD, she'd be my last adult slot.
I currently own 6 male JMDs and I'd love to own one more female.
{ making a total of two } I have never seen a scary movie in my
life and I am a terrible writer, I apologize for that |D
I wish I could serve this JMD justice and if I were to win her,
I'd redo my form to perfection


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[Celestial Kingdom]

. : U S E R N A M E : .

Hello, and a spooky night full of horrors to you. I am Celestial Kingdom, but CK, Celeste, and King are my most favored nicknames. Enjoy the story...heh heh heh.

. : N A M E : .

Kalez Vaska Nychta.
It is all Greek, as is this lovely dragon, and each with its own particular meaning.
"Kalez", also spelled "Kales", and pronounced (KAY-LEZ) or (KAH-LEZ), which translates to "Haply Halloween", roughly.
"Vaska", pronounced (VÂS-KUH), with a much simpler meaning- "teal", for her gorgeous coat.
And finally, "Nychta", pronounced (NÎCH-TUH), and meaning "night", for both her story and her wise, twilight-grey eyes.

. : G E N D E R : .

here

. : A S P O O K Y S T O R Y : .

here

. : W H O A R E Y O U R F R I E N D S ? : .

[url=wip]Misaka-[/url] owned by The One & Only Vapor
[url=wip]Oceania-[/url] owned by Zvarjaciely
[url=wip]Honitep-[/url] owned by Honu
[url=wip]Riassunto-[/url] owned by Honu

Definite WIP! I'll make it much prettier and stuff, finish the form, get JMD links, etc. later <3

[Got That Jazz?]

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Lorelei Sebastian ------
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Why Lorelei?
(Lore-a-lie)
In an old German legend, Lorelei was the name of the beautiful Rhine River seductress whose haunting voice led sailors to hazardous rocks that would cause them to be shipwrecked. And this siren image clung to the name for ages.
It also just sounds mysterious, and sort of dangerous if you know what I mean.

Isn't Sebastian a man's name?
(Se-basht-in)
The name Sebastian means 'revered'. And besides that, it just sounds... powerful.

Ａ  ｌａｓｔ  ｎａｍｅ？  Ｉ  ｄｏｎ＇ｔ  ｈａｖｅ  ａ  ｌａｓｔ  ｎａｍｅ．

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It's hard to write a story with just one character, so here are the stars besides Lorelei in this story.
Khione~ Got that Jazz?
Avery~ Got that Jazz?
Zagan~ Purpledirewolf2015
Genevieve~ Amberblaze
Ember~ Amberblaze
Raine~ Pipsqueak99
Eragorn~ Citric
Stencil~ Sculiax
Calysto~ Sculiax
Undertaker~ DragonInAPiBox
Clementine~ The Jinxed Fox
London~ Flowerdust
Cian~ Dawnbreeze101

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↭Ａｎｄ  Ｓｏ  ｉｔ  Ｂｅｇｉｎｓ↭ 

Nobody expected it when it came, and they didn't seem to think so, but it was beautiful.

The night was dark, gloomy, and thunder rumbled in the background. But they didn't seem to mind as they sat atop the mansion, their long tail laid casually behind her. Instead they laughed haughtily, their alluring voice echoing for miles around arising fear in those who heard. They laughed because they knew that they wouldn't be a suspect in what was about to happen, yet again. They laughed because they knew they wouldn't suspect them because of their appearance, their sophisticated appearance. They laughed because the stage was set and no one could stop them now.
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The group of friends sat cramped in a car a few miles away from a supposedly haunted mansion that was open for business. Several of the less courageous friends cringed every time they heard the crash of thunder, and looked like they were about to wet themselves when laughter rolled across the mountainous plain. But in a bold contrast one of the others voiced her opinion of the eerie laughter in a strict view allowing no para-normalcy," Hey Avery, doesn't that laughter remind you of the last 'haunted house' we explored in New Orleans? You know, the one with the audio system that played creepy sounds that were the 'ghosts'. I'm calling that explanation now."

The one called Avery's mouth pursed, her dark eyes glimmering like an obsidian ocean," I'm not so sure about that Clementine, after all the sound hasn't been repeated yet... it's always different. It almost makes me what to sing along to that haunting tune."

Then yet another scoffed, Khione a natural leader among the female crew plus a chaperon and a 'chaperon'," Avery, what is up with you? You never want to sing and never support a paranormal theory, much less start one."

Avery shrugged nonchalantly, her body language clearly stating that for once the fiery girl didn't want to argue," It's just that something seems different about this one Khione." She shifted her body to stare out one of the windows in the large van the crew had opted to take.

Stencil's hand tapped easily on the steering wheel of the van, the echo of his ring hitting the plastic cover echoing throughout the car. He laughed slightly," Well Khione, I hope your right I barely got out of the house to 'chaperon' you people anyways. I don't think Mirage would take it lightly if I came home freaked out tonight especially when we have a baby due any day now."
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They smiled as the key players drove down the road towards the horrors that unknowingly awaited them. Waiting to see if they would make the smart choice and turn away from the looming mansion ahead of them. The ones on top of the roof surveyed their prey, and debated among themselves as to who would get the honor of the first scare, and how they would go about it.

Soon the debate was over and the lucky winner stepped towards the edge of the roof.
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Khione laughed at Stencil's remark, giggling almost uncontrollably as she pictured Mirage's stern face," I'm sure it won't be..." But her phrase was interrupted as a large wall of water enveloped the van, completely enclosing it's entirety in all of its roaring horror.
At that precise moment screams erupted from most of the mouths in the van and successfully decapitating and chance of Eragorn thinking up a logical solution
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And then she woke up, the alarm clock jolting her from her nightmares. But the effect of the strangely life like dreams still captivated her and in her violent haze she threw the alarm clock across the room with such force that it shattered against the wall, breaking into pieces all over that corner.

"Lorelei!" Her mother screeched as she appeared in the door way. "That is the third alarm clock you've destroyed this week. I am not spending another DIME on something that you're just gonna destroy every time it does what it is supposed to do!"

Lorelei sighed knowing that there was nothing in her mother's raging statement that she could rebuttal without revealing what she was facing in her dreams. Knowing that she might become that leader in the group of predators in that dream vision if she made one wrong choice. She knew that choice was coming and knew that it would probably come the moment she entered the gates of the grave yard with her friends tonight.

Lorelei slipped on her skimpy white and mint green corset dress, then teased her fawn brown hair into a messy yet elegant ponytailreflecting the one she'd seen on pinterest earlier. She then seemingly glided towards the body length mirror in the corner of her room, surveying her somewhat innocent rendition of a goddess in springtime.

Three hours later the sun had set and Lorelei departed from her home, settling a deep green cloak over her shoulders as she stepped over the threshold into the dark, spooky, ominous night. She walked briskly past the little children dressed as lions and princesses, heading for her destination at which she would meet her friends.

As Lorelei proudly strutted down the side of the road a pair of beady blood hungry eyes watched from a distance, and he had been waiting oh so long. But now the moment was close at hand

----- the rest of this story will be in first person by Lorelei for enhanced spookiness -----

And then the winds around me and all the sounds came to a cold and abrupt stop, the only thing to be heard was the pittering and pattering of my paws against the cement. Then the wind slowly picked back up, but not as typical wind, the one before the stop of sound had lifted my hair and spirits. This one seemed to do the opposite, it leaked every bit of heat from my bones, and every sparkle of life from the decorated street before me. Shadows moved. While ravens sung.

The graveyard where I had organized to meet my friends was rapidly appearing ahead of me, seemingly almost to soon, my house was more then 5 miles away and I had only just left... hadn't I?

My dress had seemingly shrunk and slipped down even farther, revealing more cleavage then most people would consider safe. But when I attempted to pull my dress back up it stayed, refusing to budge even a millimeter and then I began to worry. And wouldn't you? Dresses don't just shrink, noise doesn't suddenly just stop in a busy developement on halloween night, and a graveyard certainly doesn't appear faster then it should.

"Lorelei, Lorelei, your destiny awaits you"

The voice came from every where, my mind, the graveyard gates, the cracks in the sidewalk. Causing me to fall on my knees without my consent and for unearthly screams to erupt from my mouth. All I knew was that I was no longer in control of my body. I wasn't sure what was happening. I only knew that it wasn't good.

My body began to crawl inch by inch towards the graveyard gates, water from the ditches swelled up around me seemingly pushing me on. Everything within my mind screamed at my body to stop but I couldn't.

" Lorelei you are nothing like those before you. Compared to them you may be the seductive one, but you are not nearly as mentally strong as the others. Darkness was able to grab you much easier. Like a stealing a toy from a child it was to change your somewhat innocent costume into an explicit one even though you should have been in control. Like buttering a piece of toast it was to take you from the mortal world into this reality for the ceremony. You should be ashamed."

The only sensation I felt then was rage, it clouded my vision and wrenched my soul back from the offender. " I may not be one of whomever you are speaking. But I am darn sure I'm not some plaything if that is what your accusing me from. And I'm also not sure what you mean I'm right here on Lawmen ave. where I was before the wind stood still." But when I brought my head up to survey my surroundings as to prove my point I realized I wasn't. I realized that it was simply me, a grave yard identical to the one back home, and a depressingly bare and black forest.

" Oh Lorelei you are much like a child, capable of much more then you currently are. You will be privileged to have this happen to you. Although you can not know what it is yet. Or maybe you do?

The dreams. They completely overtake my vision one scene after another. I screamed yet again but this time with my mental authority and in defiance instead of fright. "You can not make me, that is a path I will not go down. I do not know what I would become besides a monster bent upon luring those who are innocent into my traps."

" You chose for yourself when you denied it."

And then there I was. Standing on the roof.

[Sneky]

Username:
the.Marshmallow.Owl, pleased to meet you.

Name:
If I happened to win her, her name would be Jeanine.

Story
The moonlight dappled the forest floor as I walk, leaves crunching in my wake. The silver pendant I wore made a slight jangling noise as I tiptoed nervously through the empty forest. Just to the other side, then you're clear. I didn't like it here; the vibe of the dead forest scared me, especially at night. I could hear a crow call from above, and my vivid blue eyes shot upward, looking for the black bird. It flew across the sky, casting a dark shadow on the ground. I shuddered. I hated crows and ravens; they symbolized death and mortality, something I didn't want to acknowledge about myself. I was kind, self-aware of other's feelings, generally squeamish. So when I see death and destruction, I hide behind my wings like the timid little dragon I was. Was

I could see her. I could always see her through the trees, walking as silently as she could through the forest. I never learned her name, but I knew that I wanted her to be mine. Mine. But she couldn't see me, watching silently, hungrily through the dead trees, waiting for the right time. An apparition I was, maybe more of a demon. Living in these forests of mine, surrounded by the crows and ravens that inhabited the treetops. They were the only ones who understood me. I looked down at my scragily claws, my matted fur and feathered cape. I was frightining, scaring off many beings who couldn't see my true beauty. Only the crows and ravens could, and they were my companions. No, I look nothing like I did when I was living, nothing like her kind anymore. But soon she would be mine. Mine.

I always had the eerie sense that someone was watching me in these forests, following me throughout the trees. Maybe it was just the birds, waiting for me to die like they do in horror stories. Maybe they knew. Calm, Jeanine. I looked down at the pendant my only source of comfort right now. The necklace had the shape of a crow in flight, a constant reminder of my fear. Why I always wore it I never figured out; it was a gag gift from my friend. But the enthralling shine of the polished silver and the eerie shimmer of its obsidian eye made me keep wearing it, but I didn't know why. Suddenly frightened, I turned around to peer into the everlasting darkness of the trees. Nothing was there, but I could feel a presence that chilled me to the bone. Whatever it was, I didn't have time to fear it. Just keep walking.

She senses me. I have to make my move soon, otherwise she will be gone. I look down at the pendant she is wearing, the silver reflecting the moonlight into my grey eyes. There. That will be my vessel. The crows call out, an eerie warning to her, but a sound that makes me feel at ease. They know me, and they will know her when I am gone. Now. Slowly, I step paw by paw into the moonlight.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see something moving. Fearfully, I turn my head to see a hideous figure stand before me. His pale white fur reflects the moonlight as if made of diamond. His fur is blood-streaked, matting it and making him look disheveled. The crow-feather cloak he wears rustles in the ominous breeze, and he taps a black talon on a stone. The mask he wears it that of a plague doctor, the beautiful paintings decaying on it as if it were dying right before my eyes. He appears to be a dragon like me, but he has no jewel. Instead, there is a bloody stump where one should be. Horrified, I say with a quivering voice, "Who are you.
"Corvus"
And then he leaps. He leaps right at me, talons spread, phantom-like wings spread out to block the moonlight. I can't run, I am paralyzed with fear, so instead I duck, hoping the demon will miss. But he doesn't, and hits me square in the chest. I tense up, readying myself for his demonic talons to put an end to me, but i feel nothing. Just the breeze ruffling my fur. I look down at my pendant, which appeared to be his target. it is moving slightly, but other than that, it is fine. I pick it up in my paw to examine the gag gift a little more closely. But as I do, I can hear movement behind me. I turn around slowly, and see a rather large crow perched on a branch about a foot away from me. i stifle a scream, and look at my pendant. The silver remains untarnished, but it is the eye that haunts me. It appears more life-like than the last time I saw it, the moonlight putting a fierce and almost malevolent glint in it. I bring it closer to my face, and suddenly, the metal begins to move. The eye is shutting to form a almost devilish wink. I scream, then hear what sounds to me like the fluttering pages of a book behind me. I turn around, and see what appears to be dozens upon dozens of crows and ravens perched behind me. I try to run, but an indescribable pain seizes me, forcing me to collapse to the muddy ground. I convulse in pain, terror, and dread, closing my eyes and wishing it would all stop. Make it all stop, please! Just get out of me!" I painfully grasp the pendant, and try to rip it off my neck, but the chain seems to be bound permanently to me, closing tighter and tighter around my throat. Finally, I just run out of energy to be in pain, and wait for it all to stop.

I finally wake up, and the moon is still overhead. The crows and ravens are still perched in the dead trees, heads cocked in confusion and amusement. Did they really find my pain funny? How long had it been since I collapsed? It felt like years, but it appears I was only unconscious for mere minutes. But the thing that puzzles me the most is that I am no longer afraid of them. It seems that I have changed in a matter of minutes, no longer being afraid of the crows. I run over to a puddle of water I see, feeling all of the sudden parched. I lap at the puddle with such a ferocity, but then I notice something odd. I pull back to examine my reflection, and my suspicions are confirmed. My once vivid blue eyes are now a dull grey, the same eyes as the demon 'Corvus' that I met. I stagger back from the puddle, and encounter the crows and ravens again. The flock upward, and begin to circle me. The sea of black feathers doesn't seem to be moving; all I can see is a mass of shadows. The once undecipherable calls now seem clear to me
"Corvus, Corvus, Corvus, Corvus..."
I drop to my knees and wail, and I can now hear a voice inside my head. He is cackling, almost mockingly.
"H...Hello?"
WELCOME...
So Jeanine has a demon 'Friend' (friend is a relative term) who possessed her, and now controls half of her. He inhabits the silver crow pendant.

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.Thirst. (currently a non-owner)
Ｓｕｓｐｅｃｔ'ｓ Ｎａｍｅ:
Saphia Burns; Female
Ｃｒｉｍｅ:
Mass Murder
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Eragorn~ Male~ Owned by Citric
Ayren~ Male~ Owned by Wolfswelpe
Shashin~ Female~ Owned by Kiwi In A Bottle
Coralie~ Female~ Owned by Raff
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Death

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"Name?"
"Saphia Burns." The delicately patterned Jewel Maned Dragon had been sat down in a chair with her hands tied behind her back.
"Gender?"
"What do I look like to you, smart one?" She said, rolling her eyes. The interrogator furrowed his brow and didn't look to happy. Saphia couldn't care less, though. She was thinking about her friends. And how to get out of this police station innocent. See, she had been framed for mass murder. She didn't know how or why she was framed, it just happened.
"Look, I think you're innocent." The interrogator leaned forward onto the table. "But honestly, you're not helping your case."
Saphia sighed. "Sorry," She said to the other dragon.
"Okay, age?"
"16 years old." This was getting boring. And fast. She had to get out of there. Her friends, Ayren, Sashin, and Eragorn promised they'd help to free her and catch the criminal who framed her. "Why are you doing this...?" Even though Saphia could be a bit of a jerk at times, she had never been to jail. This was completely new to her.
"I just need to know some basic information. Last question; who are your friends and family?"
"Well," Saphia shifted in her chair while answering, "I was an orphan, so, no family here. I am friends with Eragorn, Ayren, and Shashin." The interrogator looked like he was fine with the answers, jotting down the last few notes. They were probably along the lines of how she bit her bottom lip when she was thinking, or 'how the heck could she have friends?'. A minute or two later, a Police JMD came in and sent her to the cafeteria for some dinner. While one her way there, she saw other Dragons whispering and pointing. This was worse than school for her. That day at the cafeteria, no one sat with her. She crawled into her uncomfortable bed and fell asleep just as the sirens went off.

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Ayren ran through the streets as fast as he could, looking behind sometimes to make sure the thugs were a safe distance away. Ohhh, He groaned, How did I let Eragorn get me into this? Running along side him was Eragorn himself, smiling and laughing with glee. Ayren crinkled his nose in disgust and bolted further ahead. The two males sought out a hiding place in an alley. "Well that was fun." Eragorn says, smiling.
"F-fun?" Ayren stutters angrily. "You almost got us k-killed!" Both boys were breathing heavily.
"Well you're the one who-"
"Guys." A shadowy figure steps out from the shadows. "Stop it."
"S-sorry Shashin." Ayren said with his head low. Eragorn didn't say anything. He just rolled his eyes.
"Okay guys, I got it." Coralie, the fourth and final Jewel mane dragon to join their group, raced in from the streets. Smiling and wiggling her eyebrows, she held up a necklace. The mind-reading dragon looked around. "Hey, where's Saph?"
Ayren raised an eyebrow. "Y-you don't know?" He said quietly. Coralie shook her head.
"You are behind, woman." Eragorn said. "She was taken in."
"OHYEAHOHYEAHOHYEAH." Coralie said. "We're gunna get her out, right?"
Ayren nodded. "So what do we d-do with this stuff anyways?" He asked, depositing a black case with who-knows-what in it. Coralie dropped the necklace, and Eragorn some green gem that the two snagged from the thugs.
Shashin cleared her throat and began. "Well, this is what I've been thinking." Ayren turned his head a bit, like he was confused. "Everyone was killed and then robbed, right?" Everyone nodded, and Shashin continued. "If we use this stuff to 'frame' our deaths, we can figure out who the killer is!"
Ayren shook his head. He knew this would never work, but he also knew not to speak up at Shashin.
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To say in the least, the plan failed. Miserably. Ayren sat, looking at everybody, while they sulked. Shashin was muttering and pacing, obviously thinking of another plan. Eragorn was going around kicking things, and Coralie was... meditating? He wasn't sure. Ayren sighed, and looked up at the sky. Then it hit him. It hit all of them.

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Ohhh... my head... Coralie groaned and sat up in bed. Wait, bed? Last she checked, she was in an alley with everyone except Saph... Saph. That was the only thing she could think of right now. Coralie straightened her glasses and sat up, putting a hand on her back. Those beds were not comfortable. The room was completely white and the roof was slanted. She didn't like it. Not at all. Banging on parts of the wall, something finally comes loose. Where is everyone? The dragon thinks, now emerging into a white hallway with a single glass window. She could see others looking in with faces of disgust. A blonde dragon runs up, worriedly, banging on the window. "Help! Help me!" She shrieks. Coralie watches as a dragon in a black cloak slams her head against the window, smashing the now crimson red glass. The blonde dragon slumps to the ground, and Coralie hears snickering coming from the cloaked dragon. Honestly, she wants to puke her guts out. That was sickening. Shakily, Coralie grabs her dog tags and takes a deep breath. She had to get away from that psycho.
Dashing down the halls, she stops to look behind her. Seeing no one there, she turns around and runs into a furry body. "AAAAHH!!" Coralie screams and hits the thing in the snout as hard as she could.
"Ow. Really Coralie? Really?" Eragorn took his paw away from his face, revealing a bloody nose. Coralie throws her paws over his shoulders in a hug.
"Oh my god, Eragorn." She lets go and apologizes. "I-I thought everyone was... dead..." She whispers the last part.
"Well, I'm not dead." Eragorn states, trying to stop the flow of blood from his nose. "At least not yet..."
"Well, I saw someone get killed," Coralie pointed back at the hallway... and there he was. The psycho. He was half visible, just around the corner. The dragon was chuckling again, and it was clear that there was blood on his paws. Both dragons screamed and bolted down the halls.

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Shashin rubbed her bruised head. "Where am I?" She muttered, looking around. "Where is everyone?" She looked around for familiar faces. Shashin pushed open two, large, white double doors. The room looked a bit like an auditorium, except all the lights were out. She took a step in, and a single light turned on. In the middle of the room, under the spotlight, a dragon in a jester suit was sitting, his head bowed low. He looked like he was sad, maybe mad... or just crazy. "H-hello?" Shashin stammered. Immediately, the jester's head lifted up and turned 180 degrees. "Haaa-llooooo... Haaaa-llooooooo..." He kept his eyes trained on Shashin, who was frozen with fear. The jester dragon looked to be a clown. A killer clown. His face paint was blood, his eyes beady and murderous. "Haaa-lloooo..." Shashin backed out of the room and then just before he struck, she slammed the door in his face. "AYREN! CORALIE! ERAGORN! SAPHIA!" She screamed, running with tears flowing down her cheeks. This is too much... too much! She gasped for breath and kept running.
Eventually, she struck a dead end. "Help...." She wept, sliding to the ground and hugging her knees to her chest. "Somebody, anybody... help..." She closed her eyes and fell asleep when a wet paw grabbed her shoulder.
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"S-shashin!" Shashin sleepily opened her eyes to look back at the dragon staring at her. "Shashin!" The dragon said once again.
"Ayren? I-Is that you?" She asked wearily. The dragon nodded, and Shashin sat up. "Where's everyone else?" She said, still tired.
"W-well, they're here, assuming you mean Coralie and Eragorn." Ayren said quietly. He stepped out of her view and the two dragons waved at her, a bit scared of something.

Almost done~ wip

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