IC: Tara puts her hands to her head, trying to ouch down the craving… but she can't. Many alphas lose this problem entirely, and Tara honestly wishes she could do the same sometimes, let go of her conscience. It causes her nothing but pain in her current state.
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Barrett stood up, and dusted the grass off of him. "I wanted to talk to you. I was hoping we could talk over dinner, I promised your sister we would get her something." He smiled and gestured to his car.
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IC: She grits her teeth. "You- you should probably go back under." She manages, her voice strained, fighting herself to not lunge at Alicia right there.
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IC: She looks up, eyes glowing softly, paler than usual, and gaunt. "No… I'm not sick." Tara lost the fight, now she's not really Tara at all. "I'm sorry, I just…" she walks to the edge of the pond. Then she lunges, trying to get a grip on Allison.
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OOC: Yeah maybe, good idea Mad Girl~♥
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IC: She hisses, baring her fangs, and dives at her again. "What do you think?"
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OOC: Yeah maybe that could work, but i was thinking maybe Octavian could be an apprentice under Barrett or something. But it's just a thought
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IC: Tara's claws dig into her, but her expression shows that she's still trying to fight back, her movements slower and clumsier than one would expect from a vampire. She gets thrown off, and lands in a crouch, hissing, as a tear starts down her face.
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OOC: True. Ok yeah I think it would be better if he takes a job working at Micheal's farm. I was actually originally going to have Octavian work as a farmhand anyways X3 so yeah I think that would work out
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IC: She feels Allison against her mouth, and bites down hard, sucking hungrily at the vein as she relaxes slowly. She has this annoying habit of starving herself so she doesn't hurt people, but then she gets to this point, which defeats the purpose.
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IC: Tara sighs, pulling back once she's full enough to have control back, which would probably be enough to make Alicia very weak, but not pass out. She looks up at her, her face covered in tears. "I'm sorry…" she whispers.
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IC: She sits down next to her, head hung. "You were right, I suppose. No one should trust me."
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