Sorry I haven't written anything in forever! Summer is not the time for me. But here's a small something for ya.
He hadn't meant for this to happen. He wasn't meant to start loving her; she just clawed her way in. He had found her during a particular night time rounds. She was sleeping in a cardboard box in the back of a shipping warehouse. That was the reason he was there after all; she was having a nightmare. It wasn't the first one she'd had, but one of the worst. So he'd come to take care of it. At first, he couldn't believe his eyes, she was so small. Her body fit in the box perfectly, though not without some aches come morning. Her black hair was short and choppy, as if she'd cut it herself and she probably had. She was clutching her tail tightly, breathing far to hard to be pleasant dream. Her cheeks were red and damp with tears. A strange impulse overtook him and he soothed her hair. She moved but didn't waken. He sighed and closed his eyes to look into her dream.
It was a dark world, stained with crimson blood. Three others were there and he watched as her sub conscious watched her dream self. It was not what he expected, seeing a dream version of her killing the other three in cold blood. He could feel her jantung pounding and it wasn't seeped in darkness like most people's; in fact, it was almost innocently clean. He pulled out of the dream and leaned in close to her. He took a deep breath, absorbing her dream and fear. He removed his hand from her hair and watched as her body soothed into comfort and peaceful dreams. He removed his mantel and placed it over her. Laughter filled him when he noticed that she was indeed too small to fit even in that. He stood and walked to the nearest wall. With one look back at her, he left.
He hadn't meant for this to happen. He wasn't meant to start loving her; she just clawed her way in. He had found her during a particular night time rounds. She was sleeping in a cardboard box in the back of a shipping warehouse. That was the reason he was there after all; she was having a nightmare. It wasn't the first one she'd had, but one of the worst. So he'd come to take care of it. At first, he couldn't believe his eyes, she was so small. Her body fit in the box perfectly, though not without some aches come morning. Her black hair was short and choppy, as if she'd cut it herself and she probably had. She was clutching her tail tightly, breathing far to hard to be pleasant dream. Her cheeks were red and damp with tears. A strange impulse overtook him and he soothed her hair. She moved but didn't waken. He sighed and closed his eyes to look into her dream.
It was a dark world, stained with crimson blood. Three others were there and he watched as her sub conscious watched her dream self. It was not what he expected, seeing a dream version of her killing the other three in cold blood. He could feel her jantung pounding and it wasn't seeped in darkness like most people's; in fact, it was almost innocently clean. He pulled out of the dream and leaned in close to her. He took a deep breath, absorbing her dream and fear. He removed his hand from her hair and watched as her body soothed into comfort and peaceful dreams. He removed his mantel and placed it over her. Laughter filled him when he noticed that she was indeed too small to fit even in that. He stood and walked to the nearest wall. With one look back at her, he left.
Lilith
Anastasia Romanova II
Nickname: Lance
Occupation: Knight
Ethnicity: Romanian
Race: Vampire
Story: Lance was born into an aristocratic family. He was raised in the royal court and befriended the young prince he was charged to protect. When tragedy struck, he brought the prince to safety. He took care of him for years until the prince grew into a man. He is now among those loyal to him and is a trusted friend.
Facts: Lance is oleh nature very bookish. He prefers words to fists even though he is trained in several different form of self defense and sword play. He is very close to his old charge now friend. He often finds himself caring for him when no one else will. The two share a close bond and he’d give his life for his friend.
Octavia Rurik
Ebonique
I drew him because I felt like it
Alias: None
Occupation: Guitarist and Singer, Civilian
Age: 19
Personality: Michael is a very positive person, who often weighs others problems on him as support than solve his own. It's very unlikely to catch him in a bad mood.
Appearance: jade green eyes, he is a natural brunette but for the moment has his hair dyed black. he has freckles and barely leaves anywhere without wearing some type of hat ( usually snapbacks). He is 6'0 ft tall.
Relationships: He is a good friend and bandmate to Bentley.
History:Michael grew up having an ordinary life,minus his parents divorcing and his mother taking custody of him at the age of 8.
Notes:He met Bentley at a bar, and since have known each other for almost a year. It wasn't until recently him and Bentley got in touch again.
I found a cute lil pic of him when he was little with his dad
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