Post by Leo on Dec 14, 2013 12:02:24 GMT -7
Elizabeta had since dispersed from the crowds of the ceremony and was back in her room; pulling her wild mane into a ponytail, she cleansed her face of any trace of make up painted on her youthful features, before she sat in her bed. Her cat, a little kitten named Baby, jumped with ease onto her bed. She was a messy one, her paws dirty with undergrowth. "Baby! We've gone over this! No getting on my bed when you're dirty!" Elizabeta squeaked, scooping up the little tuxedo kit and rushing to the bathroom. She washed the little baby's paws off while the cat 'merow'ed in protest. "Your fault." she muttered, letting Baby down. The kitten mewed and scratched at the door with her dampened paws, wanting out. The long-haired girl opened it and Baby rushed out, hiding under Elizabeta's bed.
"Goodnight." the fledgling muttered as she curled up into her bed, awaiting sleep to take over. She felt a small weight leap onto the mattress beside her and smiled subconsciously at the comfort of the feline as the kit curled up on her neck.
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A long, lanky figure stood in the halls, eyes bright. The fledgling's face broke into a smile, exposing pointy fangs. His hair was long and swoopy, the shaggy locks falling just above his eyes, covering up the fullness of his forehead and most of his brows. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his ill-fitting jeans, or maybe he'd bought them that way so that they'd hang slightly enough so the waist band of his tighty whities peeked over to say hello. The male seemed mesmerized by the empty hallways as he wandered, fingers moving to brush dark locks out of his face so his blue eyes could see all the better. His tan face wasn't as tan as it had once been, now it was pale, but the hint of pigment in the near colorless flesh was all he needed. He'd once been the lone wolf, sitting in the back of the class, never talking to anyone, jaw clenched and eyes flaring at anyone who dared speak to him. But something about the horrified look on the faces of his stuck-up classmates the day he'd been chosen had changed him, he'd grown cocky and had a newfound personality; confident as ever, he reveled in the pain of the ones he hated and was doomed to hurt the ones he loved. However, like his old self, he still bore a menacing, devious look on his face, his smile twisted in many ways unknown. The red fledgling was from now on, much more than your average jerk.
"Goodnight." the fledgling muttered as she curled up into her bed, awaiting sleep to take over. She felt a small weight leap onto the mattress beside her and smiled subconsciously at the comfort of the feline as the kit curled up on her neck.
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A long, lanky figure stood in the halls, eyes bright. The fledgling's face broke into a smile, exposing pointy fangs. His hair was long and swoopy, the shaggy locks falling just above his eyes, covering up the fullness of his forehead and most of his brows. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his ill-fitting jeans, or maybe he'd bought them that way so that they'd hang slightly enough so the waist band of his tighty whities peeked over to say hello. The male seemed mesmerized by the empty hallways as he wandered, fingers moving to brush dark locks out of his face so his blue eyes could see all the better. His tan face wasn't as tan as it had once been, now it was pale, but the hint of pigment in the near colorless flesh was all he needed. He'd once been the lone wolf, sitting in the back of the class, never talking to anyone, jaw clenched and eyes flaring at anyone who dared speak to him. But something about the horrified look on the faces of his stuck-up classmates the day he'd been chosen had changed him, he'd grown cocky and had a newfound personality; confident as ever, he reveled in the pain of the ones he hated and was doomed to hurt the ones he loved. However, like his old self, he still bore a menacing, devious look on his face, his smile twisted in many ways unknown. The red fledgling was from now on, much more than your average jerk.
