Posts by Nightstalker

"Sure," she mumbled, looking away.

OOC: What part do you want to be?

"You don't know where he is?" she asked, kind of shocked.

I went to my locker and pulled out my guitar. Despite my usual taste taste in music I pulled the cover off and sat down. I began to play, singing. My singing was pretty good if I may say so myself. I sang The A Team by Ed Sheeran.

Grace bit her lip. "You have to be careful with Ohan," she said slowly "I've known him for longer then anybody accept Tarn, he is lethal and has very little control..." she trailed away, wondering if she should be telling Ohan's secrets.

Her hand remained lifeless in his grasp and she stumbled after him. She bit down on her lip as she felt the emotional pain rip through her. She checked to make sure her sleeves were pulled down.

She looked at the ground awkwardly. "Out of battle, no I don't, he hopes the wars don't come back so others don't get injured or killed, but he wants them to come back for himself. Hes a bloodthirsty creature, I can only hope you will tame him a bit," she sighed.

"If Ohanzee says he might love you, you are the safest person on the planet, because it means a lot more then you could ever comprehend."

"He doesn't know," Grace said sadly, "but I've never seen him like this, don't give up."

Grace smiled hesitantly. "Good luck," she murmured, before vanishing.

I shrugged, not breaking the lyrics. I finished the song, then looked up. "Yeah, I play," I said, laughing a bit.

He felt the nudge stronger, but just growled aloud, ignoring it.

I shrugged again. I looked down at my guitar and picked it up off my lap. I began to play a soft melody, I crooned along with the tune, singing and playing Lucy by Skillet.

She followed slowly, staring at the pavement.

He slashed at the sand, destroying his picture.

He snarled, feeling the nudge that someone speaking his name creates. "If you want to find me, come get me, Crystal," he hissed.

I stopped suddenly. "Art now," I muttered as the bell rang for the last period. I stood up, pushing the guitar into my locker, I stumped towards the art room.

He stood up, not even slipping on the shifting sand.

I sat down in art and pulled a piece of paper, a tray of paint and several paintbrushes towards me. I began to paint a detailed, smoking lion skull.

He shifted into a vulture, with smoky wings, he took to the sky.

I twisted the brush around, flaring out the smoke, making it look real.