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She gave an audible gasp, pale hands fluttering up to her face.

" I love your shirt. Is it naturally that distressed or was it bought that way?"

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Erika smirked at that change in expression.  Oh, when she hunted someone certain of their place at the top of the food chain, it was always so much fun to watch their confidence falter. 

“I’m here for you, wolf-man,” she said brightly, then tsked at his changing eyes.  “But we can’t have you transforming right now.”  To make sure of that, Erika slid the knife so it was lying against bare skin.  “Tell me, how do you choose your victims?”  If he had enough control over himself to choose at all when he was a wolf, she expected him to lie about his methods, but the answer would be useful, nonetheless. 

Rooting and Looting||Kale n Lizzie

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As she walked out of the darkness, the streetlights grew brighter in response to the lightning. Looking at the guy, her smile growing in kindness and warmth, "is there anything I can do to help??"

"'We?' You want to stay together?"

"Well, yes," said Theia, frowning as she realized that perhaps Kale didn't want to stay together. "I may be able to use magic, but I'm not an experienced fighter, and I rarely leave the city." This was the first time she ever had, but she didn't see the need to tell him that just yet.

"I don't have much to give you, but... you can have this ring," she said, offering the werewolf an emerald band. She would have traded her necklace, too, if it hadn't been made of silver. "And once I get home, I can sell a few things, and give you enough gold to make our journey worthwhile."

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Send 🎈 for an absurd fact about the Mun | Accepting

My nickname from age 13 on was "Baby Vampire". It's a nickname that persists even now at 26 in various forms. My mother (and her family) still use it to this day to lightly tease at my nocturnal and hermit habits.

In fact, my first 3 federal IDs had a picture of me with hyper-realistic custom-fit vampire fangs. I miss my fangs so much actually.

Maybe my mother shouldnt have raised me on classic dracula and scooby doo

“So, what are the dogs I’ll be working with like? Are they like Cerberuses with three heads or something?”

"They look like normal werewolves, but they have some demigod tendencies so they will have increased strength and healing. Problem is, they can't control how they shape shift, and I don't know how to teach it. I don't know much about werewolves myself..."

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🚢 ?

do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon (it's absolutely bound to happen once they get to know each other better.)

would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no

type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits

tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship

would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? ) I definitely want to see their relationship together grow!

what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter

anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here ) I love Kale and Leslie so much. They're going to be fantastic friends and I feel like they would be very sweet in a relationship together as well. Absolute terrors for humanity, but sweet with each other.

"Yeah, of course I do, man." Kale answered, turning to face the man with a dopey smile on his face and a half-burnt joint in his hand. "We all have souls, even animals, but we're still all connected as parts of the universe." He took a hit, getting a better look at the stranger and sniffing at the air as subtly as he could to try to identify what the man was, because all he could tell for sure was he certainly wasn't human.

issac looks at him and chuckles "That's a very deep way of looking at it. i usually get the same old boring answer of yes or no. Your reasoning is sound too, i kind of have experience with the soul and those types of things." He cocks an eyebrow at the other man "There is also one more thing about souls, they reunite with there maker after death." issac reaches out a hand "i'm being rude, the names issac, issac Davenport."

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The rain and the cold made Dwight’s trip into the woods worse. The floor was wet and muddy. He made the mistake of wearing his regular shoes instead of his boots and now they were caked with mud. He also forgot his mittens which made his hands frigid and cold to the touch. Dwight brought his jacket closer together, trying his best to keep the freezing cold out.

Dwight normally wouldn’t go out in this weather for ingredients, but certain plants grew the best in the cold. Now that fall was creeping in, there was no better chance than to go out and gather for his potions. Dwight knelt down in a patch of mud and started to dig his hands through it. He pulled out some roots and stored them away in his bag.

His attention was caught when he heard nearby movement, turning his attention over. “Hello?”

I Saw Lon Chaney Walkin' with... Governor Roosevelt?

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Crutchie was, to say the least, exhausted, in even more pain than usual, and quite honestly, terrified. Last night, she had managed to sneak out of the lodging house without anyone seeing her (she hoped) so she could turn into a monster somewhere else before somehow managing to make it to distribution at dawn, looking like she hadn't slept a wink... which was truer than she'd care to admit. Getting up before the city that never sleeps actually woke up was exhausting enough when you weren't having to hide your moonlit exploits that would most likely never be believed even if someone did find out, and that could go tragically wrong if you were found out.

But somehow, somehow she had managed to convince her newsie brothers that yes, she could go out on her own and no, she didn't need someone to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn't get even more bruised and scraped up than she already was... She hated that she couldn't tell them, but they'd get involved and she refused to hurt them. She would never be able to stand herself if she did. And she knew she wouldn't be able to answer any questions about it either...

so she wove through crowds of New Yorkers as she made her way to her selling spot, hoping to whatever god there might be that she managed to stay awake just long enough to sell her usual fifty papes and then somehow get home for a nap before moonrise.

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send me a ✧ and i’ll bold all that apply to your muse (From Vilayna).

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me (On and Off). ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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Axel, Louis or Lestat, Ryker, or Gabriel ( @wingsxnlead )

What’s your favorite thing about rping an original character?

What’s something you dislike about rping an original character?

Mun-Directed Questions About Roleplaying!||Accepting!!

My favourite thing about rping an original character is constantly having Lizzie whisper in my ear, new things about herself. I love that the most, and I love rping. There is nothing I dislike about rping an original character, I think the only thing I do not like is writers block, or when my muse takes a hiatus!!

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"of course it'll turn me into a monster"

Their attempt at stealth had failed miserably, and now the pair was backed into a corner, with seemingly endless waves of enemies attacking from both land and air, and Theia knew she couldn't keep flinging spells at them for much longer. "Okay, Kale." She flashed her companion a grim, mischievous smile. Under the circumstances, this was well-deserved. "Let's kill them all."

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A club like this wasn't her usual choice for a business meeting. A hunting ground or a place to be as nosy as possible, sure, but this sort of event was more private than the usual crowd. Not a clean soul in the house and her absence from such an affair would have raised more questions than she was willing to answer.

Off to the back, she sat with a single blonde man standing nearby, both drinking quietly from darkened glasses while keeping an eye on the crowd.

There was a moment where she was worried that her hired help wasn't coming or he'd gotten lost, but eventually she spotted the fellow in the crowd. "Wait here." Gemina muttered to her brother, noting his nod of agreement before making her way over.

"Kale?" Her voice was a low purr as she reached out to give his shoulder a tap with her painted claws. "I was so worried about you, I thought you might've decided not to come. I know how these little parties can be overwhelming." Her feigned familiarity was passable, but edged with an easily detected eagerness. "Come, we're all sitting in the back."

“Hey man, what’s a wolf gotta do to impress a demi-god and get another one of those steaks?” 

"I need your help, and you're getting steak regardless- you're my friend okay? I need someone to teach some demigod children how to shape shift, and they're descendants of Lycaon so they have it in their blood- they need guidance."

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