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  • Two can keep a secret {P} If one of them is dead!

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    Isabelle
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial; line-height:100%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]If he was going to try to kill her he had another thing coming. For she was a vampire herself, and she didn't know if it was possible for vampires to take blood from one another.


    Isabelle opened her maroon colored optics, filled with annoyance as she felt someone prod her in the shoulder, ruining her slumber. As they asked who she was, the small serval would position herself into a sitting position, cleaning her ruffled fur for a moment. Then her gaze traveled over to Mikaela's direction, offering the male a confused and annoyed. Isa...Isa was just sleeping off pain from hunger...She would audibly mew, showing her fangs as hey peaked as she parted her lips. Her stomach growled in agreement, making her head hurt. Leave Isa alone to just starve... She would add, a part of her wondered if the other would notice she was a vampire, and hopefully not get killed.
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  • This is gospel [o + joining] for the fallen ones

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  • This is gospel [o + joining] for the fallen ones

    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 50px; margin-bottom: -17px; letter-spacing: -2px; text-align: center; color: COLOR; text-transform: lowercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black; margin-top: -15px;]♛ Zenya[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: White; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]Female -- 12 moons old -- Bisexual[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: White; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;]At everyone else, Zenya just slightly ignored. None of them she'd have to worry about, which was rather relaxing. The small vixen would flick her ears as everyone introduced themselves. Zen-chan? What was that all about?


    && hella rushed but holy hell yessss!
    Oh also Ic opinions


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  • alone together > open + tea party

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    Zenya would look at the brightly colored decorations, not seeming very amused. But none less a small part of her was slightly curious about the small party. Tea? The fennec would audibly question, a fictional brow raised with her head tilted towards her left. She'll might as well try some. It wouldn't hurt right? She shouldn't worry to much, for she was free, at least for now. I'll have some I guess... Zenya would continue, her voice quiet.



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  • Two can keep a secret {P} If one of them is dead!

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 410px; margin-top: -10px; font-family: arial; line-height:100%; font-size: 9pt; text-align: justify;]"You're one of them?"


    Yea...Of course Isa was born one... The girl would reply, letting out a deep breath. Food. Blood. It all seemed to precious. Isabelle had never been hunger-crazed before but had witnessed it to another who was turned into a vampire. There reaction rather scared her. Claw marks, blood, wounds, copper smell, and death filled the scene as two poor innocents died by the accident. She'd never forget that day. But she had been very close to being hungry-crazed. Her eyes dilated and peirced, blood-shot red. Her fangs also grew sharper and long enough to peak through even if her maw was shut.


    At Mikalae's next comment, the vampire let out a small groan of annoyance as her head rolled back, her optics pointed to the sky. But she didn't look, they where closed. Isa hates this world... She would continue, flicking her ebony tail.They could team up with each other and strike a group, and drink all of there copper-scented blood. The thoughts made her stomach ache even more, when she suddenly heard a small rustle from the bushes.


    Far away. There was a small group of npc's, border patrolling. They didn't seem to be in a clan, due to there scent but did smell hay. Wait... Isabelle would prick her ears forward in slight interest, then turned to face Mikalae, a smirk disguised her blank maw. Dinner is served~ She would continue, rushing swiftly and quietly over. Literally jumping into a tree, trying to locate there prey. Not even waiting for the other to follow.
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