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    Greyson scooted back even more as he saw the intruder stumble back. He'd dropped the remaining part of the lamp now, the broken glass of the bulb scattered around the floor precariously. He frantically looked around the room only to find that it was still dark. He couldn't see where he had landed until the lights suddenly flickered on.


    He was a little glad that he'd managed to incapacitate the supposed fiend. He'd expected to be the one himself, stumbling and getting hit with something. Hearing the person yell gibberish, he assumed that maybe this guy either was from another country, or one of those weirdos on bath salts he'd heard about on TV.


    Greyson looked to the intruder, first glancing at their legs drawn to their body. He'd seen some blood drip to the floor. He hoped he didn't hit him hard enough to be arrested himself. He considered it would probably be self defense in court, but he had bigger problems right now. He looked at see the face of the guy. He would need to be able to identify him to the police.


    His face is covered, damn, he thought to himself. He hoped the doors were at least locked so he couldn't get back out. Greyson stumbled back to his feet, keeping a stance suited for either running away, or hitting the guy again. As he kept staring, he noticed the amount of blood he'd drawn from the guy. He also noticed the weird cat-like ears the guy spouted from his head. He must be on bath salts to be wearing something like that... [color=#f48042]"I'm sorry...no, no I'm not! I'm calling the police, you weirdo!"

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    [color=#f48042]"You didn't have to pay..." Lucia waved her hand at Serena. Even though she said this, she would probably only have enough for her own meal. She stood along with her, following her out of the dinner and into the car.


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    [color=#f48042]"I wouldn't mind that at all." Joshua smiled, a bit, but blushed slightly at being alone with Grayson.

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    Lucia contented herself with looking out the window as they drove. She was slightly excited, but also a bit nervous at being able to see certain parts of Serena's life.

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    TIBERIUS
    Tiberius had closed his eyes to rest a bit. He felt no actual threat here, as in this part of the forest, he was possibly the only real predator, as dragons were very rare; some even believed them to be myths. His tail swayed a bit contently. After a minute, he'd heard a startling ringing in his ears. His ears swiveled around to hear where the sound was coming from. It seemed to be from the place he'd smelled that curious scent from. Curiosity getting the best of him, he jumped from his perch on the flat rock and went to investigate. He was surprised when he laid his eyes upon a centaur. Deer-centaur must be common in this part. So far, he'd only seen a caribou-centaur in his mountains. This one seemed to have the body of a deer. But, alas, the centaur was not part of his diet.


    EMBER
    Ember, noticing her enthusiasm, he swayed his tail in excitement. He hadn't raced since he was a pup-kit, and even then, he'd only done so with his siblings. He raised his hindquarters in the air, his tail also pointing upwards. He wiggled a bit, signalling his playful nature. [color=#f48042]"Fine then, little fox, pick a tree, and I'll beat you on it!"

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    Polara giggled at Mira's flustered response. It was just what she'd hoped for. As the waitress sat down their food, she thanked her. She tried not to wrinkle her nose at the food, but failed. She picked at it a bit before take small bites. It wasn't as bad as she though it was going to be, but was strange nonetheless.

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    The blush went farther up his face to his ears. Joshua seemed to like him well enough, but he wondered how Grayson felt. He looked down at his food but didn't answer.

    // sure! (I can write longer than this, lol I write about the same as the person I'm rping with)


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    Ietaka had never been this hungry in his life. He'd been abandoned, for sure, but he'd managed to find at least scraps to feed from. But now, it seemed, he couldn't find anything. He stalked quietly around the village of Tsurui in the dead of night, careful not to bump into anything as walked. In his fox form, he was nearly invisible to the few mortals he walked past, some going into establishments where they would drown themselves in alcohol and forget their worries. Where as drunkards were easily latched onto, they would frequently pass out on the side of the road. He didn't want to get stuck there, either. He preferred someone with money; more money, more food. Ietaka sniffed around the ground, still searching.

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    Greyson squinted at the man's features. He first noticed his skin was a strange color, and that the ears moved slightly as he talked. The guy's nose was strange too. Was this some kind of deformity? He stared for a long while at the guy, noticing so much of his strange look. He was so busy concentrating on that, that he'd lowed his guard. He inched closer and bent down to get a better look.


    The notice of just how much blood he'd caused to leak from the intruder's head startled him. He didn't want to kill the guy. He just wanted to scare him away from his home. He had no choice but to help him. He slowly careened over, his guard back up. The first aid kit was in the upstairs bathroom. Greyson figured he'd have to escort the guy there, lest he try something funny.


    [color=#f48042]"Do you...do you have any weapons?" He asked. He wanted to help, but he knew he should still be cautious.