Posts by Cometclaw

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    I was trying to shorten it further but ended up expanding other sentences after taking away some.
    Is it a truce, then? Oh geez now I'm confused. xD

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    Oh and thank you, Throne. <3

    Fixed. Great name, Flame. :D


    Hewo. ;3


    *fake coughs loudly*
    I wasn't waiting for the Rp thread. No sir.


    Anyway here we go:


    Regem glanced up at Yui, his black eyes seeming to have a dim violet glow at their depths. The lighting, maybe?
    He would then wait patiently, staying curled up for several minutes without almost any movement, and apparently comfortable beside the young girl.
    Until of course, a stranger came and sat across from Yui at the table.
    He was younger than Tavor, but still maybe a bit older than Yui. His eyes were dark, his face sectioned apart with semi-fresh scar tissue from what looked like a meticulous series of knife cuts. His grey-streaked ginger hair stuck up from his head in a feathery, frizzy tangle, while his nails and teeth appeared unusually long. He was jittery, and kept stealing glances over his shoulder.
    Regem looked rather intrigued by this newcomer, almost suprised, and stared expectantly at him, hood flexing uncomfortably.


    Tavor made his way through the long white halls towards Damien's room. He had a feeling he was being followed, but when he turned to look, there was no one, and the food really overpowered his sense of smell. Probably just imagining it.


    /I've never typed so fast

    "Huh?" The boy didn't acknowledge them properly at first; he was distracted, and panting like he'd run a long way to get there. As he turned to face them, his neck creaked weirdly. "Oh...Mouse. Call me Mouse." He mumbled, not making eye contact. Then his voice dropped to a whisper. "If anyone asks, say I've been here the entire time, okay? Please?"


    There was definitely someone, or several people, following him now. But he couldn't see or seem to shake them. "Whoever you are, if you get too close I will bite your heads off." Tavor shouted down the hall.



    ooc: Perfectly fine! ;)