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    [color=white][font=andale mono]ooc;; sorry for the delay guys, busy week again but i think that's all of it now since next week i dont have anything coming up.


    ic;; a cloud of fog left alexander's mouth as he walked along the sidewalk back to the vampire coven, his hood over his head and his hands shoved into his pockets. his mind had been swarming with thoughts all day, about what his life would of been like if he had been with his real parents, and how everything would of turned out. he probably would of been married, had a daughter and a son, maybe even a family dog that they would of named buster. he would of died happy. but now? he probably wouldn't get married, or he at least couldn't see himself getting married. having kids wasn't an option seeing as it is impossible for vampires to have kids, and the dog thing just seemed weird now because of his knowledge of the werewolves in the community. sighing, he shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair, walking up the porch into the house that was called home to all of the vampires.
    stepping into the house, he got the familiar aroma of cinnamon that often filled the house from the candles had filled his nose, giving him a warm vibe. he couldn't help but smile to himself, pulling his hood down before looking around. the foyer of the house was somewhat dark, and for the most part it was pretty silent in the house, apart from the few murmurs he could hear coming from the kitchen. he didn't mind though, in fact this is how he preferred the house. it made it feel a bit calmer, and he was all for that. he made his way down the hallway and into the living room, exchanging small glances and nods with a few of the occupants of the house before moving out into the back yard, sitting down at one of the small plastic lawn chairs that they had set outside before sighing.


    raven sighed to herself as she sat on the porch of the werewolf pack's house, her grey eyes staring out in front of her at all of the cars passing by and the people who passed by as well. everything was quiet for the most part, which was nice to her. it gave her time to think and made her feel like she had a moment to breath and reflect on everything. she fiddled with her phone in her hands, staring blankly at the street before finally getting up and walking back into the house, where she was immediately smacked in the face with the sound.
    giving a small grunt, she shook her head before going up the stairs of the large home and into the room that she called hers, that she of course shared with one other person in the house but they didn't seem to be home at the moment. she shut the door before plopping onto her bed, her face stuffed into the pillow with a small groan before she turned onto her side, facing the wall.

  • Danielle
    (very lose muse, my apologies for this crap excuse of a post)


    I was currently upstairs in my room in the coven household. I looked up from the book I was reading as I smelled a new scent enter the house. At first I was alarmed but then I recognized it as Alexander. I decided to go talk to him, seeing I had read this book about fifty times now I was rather bored with it. Sliding it back to it's place on the shelf I walk downstairs, the aroma of cinnamon getting stronger the lower down I got. Once I was on the main level, I looked around, wondering where Alexander was. I caught him outside from the corner of my eye. Smiling I walk towards the back door sliding it open then shut, sitting in the seat next to him.
    "Hello Alexander, how are you?"
    I ask him, my gaze shifting over to his.

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    Sawyer

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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 485px; height: 150px; overflow: auto;][justify]Sawyer laid on the sandy bank of the lake, his feet dipped in the chilly water. He gazed at the sky his light hazel eyes blinking slowly as he took in his surroundings. The cool air filled his lungs as he drifted into his mind. The demon was one of a kind, at least in his own thoughts. He was a god among mortal men, a gift granted to his mortal mother from Satan himself. Dreams of his dark prison crept through his mind as he slept at the edge of the lake. A small, black bottle hidden within the deepest trenches of the ocean, never to be opened again. One day it happened, his bottle was opened and filled with the blood of a young woman. Within seconds of his awaited freedom, he was forced into the frail body of a human infant. To this day the memory still haunts him, the pain of his immortal soul being contained within a frail human form until he was released, only to be forced back into the bottle at the bottom of the ocean. Jolting awake from the retched memories of his past, he scrambled to his feet. The clouds had blocked out the sun and he decided it was time to head to town.[/fancypost]
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  • Clarice Whittaker


    [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 1px solid transparent; color: transparent; width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; color: white;]Clarice sat in a crouch outside. Her wild hair was pulled back from her face, how she usually wore it, and a wide, floppy hat shaded her face. She wore her favorite pair of sunglasses, the darkness of the plastic hiding the concentration in her eyes. Clarice sat on her legs, her knees digging into the loose soil of her garden. Several small, green plants poked up from the dark ground. They were just big enough to support a tiny, single leaf. Some had twisted bases, some were fat and round, and some had started sprouting dark, prickly thorns already. Clarice had made a new batch of seeds a while ago, and she was pleased with the progress. Many times she was asked why she just didn't use magic to grow her plants, but she highly preferred growing them naturally, watching her hard work blossom over time. It was nice out today; a few clouds were here and there, but the witch could still feel the warmth of the sun soak into her skin. She much rather be outside on days like this than cooped up in her small house. Her cat also seemed to be enjoying the sun, as he was laying sprawled out on top of a plastic container that held Clarice's gardening supplies. Clarice took a deep breath in, stretching her arms up to the sky. She figured it was a nice enough day, she would probably go out to town today, see what was up with the world.


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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; background:url(); width: 250px; background-position: center; overflow: auto; height: 140px][justify][color=white]Clarke pulled his leather jacket a bit tighter around his body, quickly zipping it up. The gust of wind that hit everyone made some shiver and while he was perfectly warm, he tried to blend in. Being a werewolf had several ups and downs, and the fact that he had a crazy high body temperature was both a blessing and a curse. Well, being a werewolf overall felt like a curse itself. Everything was incredibly loud, had a distinct smell, and could overall be sensed by him no matter how small. There were also the different vampires that most definitely disliked his species and the fear of hunters. He also couldn't be in a "normal" relationship, well as normal as it gets with a werewolf.




    He was walking back from the video game store, not much a surprise coming from a guy like Clarke. Most of his free time was either spent practicing as Alpha or playing video games. Well, there was one another thing he did when not busy. He hunted. Not so much hunting for food but for the man that had killed his mother. Clarke had long ago forgiven his father for leaving him to the werewolves when he was a child, but he still wanted closure for his mother. He was above killing a man for angering him, for taking away his mother. He just wanted to confront him and get answers; more specifically an answer as to why the hunter did what he did.




    Hunter.




    The word left a taste of copper in his mouth.
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    male ; werewolf ; alpha successor

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