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| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; border-left: 5px double COLOR; height: 200px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;]The young male ignored the shrieks of agony that poured out of her mouth, tugging on her hair even more as he continued to drag her. He felt nimble hands trying to pry his own open which worked for a few seconds before he got a better grip and kept walking. Of course he didn't plan to drag her all the way to the home of the pack but just until she finally goes limp and decides to quit squirming. The wolves around him turned into their human forms one by one, ignoring the girl completely. Some dared to take quick glances at her but that was all the attention she was going to receive currently. After a few more minutes of dragging this fae behind him, Clay looked back to see if she had stopped trying to fight him off. She should know better. What kind of idiot thinks they can fight off an alpha?[/fancypost] |
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; font-family: georgia; text-align: center; color: white; font-size: 40pt; letter-spacing: -4px; text-shadow: 0px 0px 10px black;]❥ Haru Yoshida[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid black; color: lightgray; text-align: center; font-size: 10pt; margin-top: -2px; text-transform: uppercase;]SUBTEXT GOES HERE[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][hr][hr][/fancypost]
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(( FIRST NAME )) Haru
(( MIDDLE NAME )) None
(( SURNAME )) Rabeh
(( NICKNAME )) None since his name is so short
(( DATE OF BIRTH )) March 22nd
(( AGE )) 21
(( GENDER )) Male
(( ORIENTATION )) Heterosexual
(( SPECIES )) Human
(( POWERS )) None
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(( HEIGHT )) 6'2
(( WEIGHT )) 193 lbs
(( HAIR COLOR )) Light coal-black
(( EYE COLOR )) An opaque earl grey
(( SKIN TONE )) A lightly tanned shade of peach
(( CLOTHING STYLE )) Usually, although his parents are against it, an old Henley shirt with some jeans
(( BODY MODIFICATION )) His mother wouldn't allow his to pierce anything, so nothing
(( EXTRA )) None
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][color=black][size=8][font=arial][hr][hr][/fancypost][align=center][font=georgia][size=5pt][color=white]TEMPLATE © BOKEH
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| [fancypost bgcolor=TITLE BOX COLOR; borderwidth=0px; height: 30px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 15px; margin-top: -50px;]Clay Bellamy[/fancypost] |
| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; border-left: 5px double COLOR; height: 200px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;]When Clay didn't feel any movement or vibration from the handful of hair, he looked back only to find a limp whimpering body. A smirk crawled it's way onto his face before he finally spoke after not saying anything since the incident. "So, have you finally accepted fate?" Clay awaited for the femme to talk back and insult him. Though, he'd be a bit surprised if she still had some fight somewhere deep within her. A shudder came over his body when the breeze nipped at his skin, it was getting late which meant it would be getting extremely cold soon. Now, Clay can handle low temperatures but within the woods, it can drop anywhere from 31° to below 20°, though it was never long enough to make any actual snow. Just slightly frozen plants here and there. Unfortunately, the young man had only a pair of ripped up jeans and a plain old t-shirt. Nothing else to protect him from the merciless freezing temperatures[/fancypost] |
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| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 10px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; font-size: 7px; margin-top: -25px;][c]trashie[/fancypost] |
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| [fancypost bgcolor=TITLE BOX COLOR; borderwidth=0px; height: 30px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 15px; margin-top: -50px;]Ryan[/fancypost] |
| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; border-left: 5px double COLOR; height: 200px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;]When the girl dropped down onto the ground, all Ryan could do was chuckle at her foolishness. "A human running away from a vampire? What an idiot." He nudged her limp body with the tip of his shoe, wondering whether to eat her or not. But if I kill her now it wouldn't be any fun.. That's when he came up with the grand idea to simply keep her. Vampires did it every single day with a human they find interesting. Some even have many people under their control. An eerie grin crept up on his face as he crouched down and lifted Miranda up, tossing her body over his shoulder like a rag doll before leaving off to his place. He placed her on a bed in one of the many rooms and tied her hands to one of the bedposts to refrain her from escaping. The windows were boarded up to keep any sunlight out, actually, the whole house was boarded up just to protect him from the harmful light. He sat down on of of the chairs and waited for her in the dark corners of the bedroom. When she soon started moving, he kept quiet, looking at her face to see her reaction. Although Ryan could see her, Miranda could not see him[/fancypost] |
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| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 10px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; font-size: 7px; margin-top: -25px;][c]trashie[/fancypost] |
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| [fancypost bgcolor=TITLE BOX COLOR; borderwidth=0px; height: 30px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 15px; margin-top: -50px;]Clay Bellamy[/fancypost] |
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Clay actually found humor in what she said and shrugged. "I might kill you, I might not, we just have to wait and see." His hand let go of her hair as he was looking down upon her. Such a poor sight but for some reason, it brought a pleasure of some sort to him. He reached down and grabbed her waist, lifting it off the ground and tossing her body over his broad shoulder before he began to walk again. Just a few moments of stepping in the pitch black of the woods and they finally arrived to Clay's home.[/fancypost] |
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| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 10px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; font-size: 7px; margin-top: -25px;][c]trashie[/fancypost] |
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| [fancypost bgcolor=TITLE BOX COLOR; borderwidth=0px; height: 30px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 15px; margin-top: -50px;]Ryan[/fancypost] |
| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; border-left: 5px double COLOR; height: 200px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;]Ryan smirked and let out a small laugh as he saw her actions. He then stepped out and walked around the bed, excited for the newly captured victim in front of him. He slowly climbed on the bed and crept close to her until there were only a few inches of distance between them. "I wonder how you taste.." He murmured under his breath[/fancypost] |
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| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 10px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; font-size: 7px; margin-top: -25px;][c]trashie[/fancypost] |
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[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;]✘ Ryder Bellamy[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: COLOR; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]15 — Demisexual — Loner[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;][size=6pt](A/N: Wow it's been forever since I've posted on this thread! I'm really sorry for the low muse.. Oh and is breakfast over?)[/size]
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| [fancypost bgcolor=TITLE BOX COLOR; borderwidth=0px; height: 30px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 15px; margin-top: -50px;]Clay Bellamy[/fancypost] |
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Off in the distance were a couple of dilapidated houses that weren't in the best shapes possible. Although it looked like absolutely no one, except a serial killer you'd find in a cheap knock-off 1990s horror movie, should live in the houses, there were lights in each one of them and if you looked closely enough, black figures moved around and about. But in the end, this was the home that belonged to Clay. A grin would appear on his face and a bit of nostalgia every time he walked to the homesteads. But right now he was too much in a pissed off mood to feel the least bit of happiness. For Heaven's sake, he'd gotten spit on. Was it his fault? Yes. But he was too arrogant to even think that he did anything to cause it.
Clay's grip on the girl's waist tightened as he thought of what happened before she finally became limp, a grim expression showing on his face. Slowly, people started to open their doors and walk out into the open, some cheering for the hostage in his arms, others raising a brow and questioning his actions. The alpha was too busy with his thoughts to even notice the others and kept walking towards the biggest outbuilding. He unlocked the door, walked inside and started heading up the stairs. Once he arrived, Clay walked into one of the unused rooms and dropped the fae onto the floor before he began to mutter unintelligible things to himself. What am I supposed to do with this piece of sh*t? I brought her here to make her suffer but it just looks like I'm giving her a home.. Maybe I should just let the pack do whatever they want to her. He paced the room without realizing that he was walking back and forth[/fancypost] |
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| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; height: 10px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: TEXT COLOR; font-size: 7px; margin-top: -25px;][c]trashie[/fancypost] |
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[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;]✘ Ryder Bellamy[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: COLOR; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]15 — Demisexual — Loner[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Ryder got up from the table and threw away her unfinished plate of so called 'food'. She then looked around, wondering where exactly to go to. The girl stood in the middle of the almost empty cafeteria until one of the guards directed her to the laundry room, where she turned and twisted to count how many other prisoners were there besides herself. Her faint blush overcame her pale cheeks when she realized that she had been late. Hopefully the prisoners were too busy with their own things to even notice the awkward teen in front of the closed doors. Ryder's brown eyes looked down to a pile of clothes in front of her. She messily started pretending to do something useful, even though she didn't know what to do with the pile of dirty laundry[/size][/fancypost]
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[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;]✘ Ryder Bellamy[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: COLOR; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]15 — Demisexual — Loner[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]While focusing on fumbling and tossing around the clothes as if she were poorly folding them, Ryder didn't noticed someone come walk towards her. Her body jolted when she heard them talk. "Why hello sweet, you're late, if you could, the girls over in washing or drying might need some help." Everything that was said went through the teen's mind as she was forced to look up at Stanislava because of her height. The Russian was a total of five inches taller that Ryder which immediately made her intimidating to the other. The prisoner shook away her thoughts and began speaking. "Huh? Oh, uh sure." Ryder mentally face palmed herself as she walked crucially slow to the group of girls, trying to waste time and hoping that it'd be time to stop working by the time she arrived. She didn't know what to do either![/size][/fancypost]
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| [fancypost bgcolor=TITLE BOX COLOR; borderwidth=0px; height: 30px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 20px; letter-spacing: 15px; margin-top: -50px;]Clay Bellamy[/fancypost] |
| [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; border-left: 5px double COLOR; height: 200px; width: 400px; font-family: times new roman; color: white; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; overflow:auto;]Clay stopped pacing the carpeted floor and looked at her. She was right, why did he bring her into his house? The male clicked his tongue and ignored her, sitting on the queen-sized bed that was near them both. Her life was in the palms of his hands and yet, he did absolutely nothing. A sigh escaped his lungs as he put covered his entire face with both of his hands. If he were honest, after all that happened that day, Clay was just too exhausted to give a cr*p about what to do with the girl. If anyone were to closely look at his facial features they would know that he was absolutely tired. Dark bags underneath his inflamed eyes and constantly furrowed eyebrows. His aura was equally terrible. "Why don't you just shut the hell up, alright? Your voice is giving me a headache.." [/fancypost] |
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[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;]✘ Ryder Bellamy[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px; text-align: center; color: COLOR; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 2px 2px 2px black;]15 — Demisexual — Loner[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; color: COLOR; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify;][size=7pt]Ryder chuckled lightly At Estrella's joke about her skin tone. Walking a bit closer to the prisoner, her head turned to look at the laundry bag in her hand. "Yeah, she's so tall. Sorta scary if you ask me" She lifted her gaze from the bag filled with clothes to Estrella. She's a bit nicer than the rest.. A small grin crawled it's way onto Ryder's face before she began to speak once again comfortably. "I'm Ryder and as you can see by the outfit-" The teen tugged on the florescent orange uniform she was wearing currently, "-I'm one of the new ones here." A sigh escaped her lungs as she looked around, seeing exactly what people were doing with the clothes[/size][/fancypost]
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