Aeolian

:: Dragon Heart ::

[P.S. Click on Lorn's picture to hear his new voice]

Outside the Abandoned Magic Item Factory
@MarsAdept@Lmpkio@Valor

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Things were moving faster than planned and zero time was wasted to commence on operation 'Cat Rescue'. Familiar with the woman, whose child he'd tutored before, Lady Isabella greeted him personally by warmly rubbing the top of his hand. Brief greetings were made before the began to explain the situation. He understood the pain the child was in, Dina was her name he recalled. Though the little girl was upstairs, he could feel her pain and distress at the loss of her pet Exceed. Her tears penetrated his soul like they were his own. These feelings, though they were not his own, they served as a greater motivation for him succeed in this quest. It had empowered his resolve.

As they made their leave, Lady Isabella pulled Lorn aside and looked at him intently, her face a bit red and agitated. And then she leaned into him and whispered in his ear. When she pulled away, Lorn's expression went rather uncharacteristically cold, but, keeping his composure, he simply nodded and left, following after his comrades who had already ran off towards the abandoned magic item factory outside of town. Lorn called out to them as he caught up, "I shall accompany Sir Dreadlin around the flank. But before we make any rash movements, let us survey the setting and act accordingly." he finished saying.

They were in new territory, which meant they needed to be cautious. It was rare that Lorn teamed up with other mages on quests, let alone quests that required confrontation. The words spoken to him in private by Lady Isabella penetrated his mind as he and Dreadlin separated from the girls and snuck around the back, hiding behind some kind of rusted mechanical contraption. He looked to Dreadlin as he pushed some of his hair behind his ears, "I can feel the exceed inside. It's scared". He peaked from around the corner of the contraption, taking note of several figures lazily gallivanting about the outside of the factory. One of them complained about being on guard duty as Lorn noticed a familiar dark guild mark on one of their arms, swiveling back around to Dreadlin, "I'll use my magic to peak inside. Maybe I can pinpoint where the exceed is. In the meantime, please protect my body in case things get violent out here. I won't be able to react to anything while I'm doing this" he said matter of factly.

From there, he brought his hands together in front of him and whispered, "Heart of the Dragonfly" and from within his unfurled hands, a gentle glow had given way to dragonfly, its frame resting upon his palms. He lifted his hand into the air, letting the dragonfly soar up and above the vagabonds who guarded the factory down below. He nodded to Dreadlin before muttering...

"Entwined Journey"

Immediately, his head hung over as his body slumped a bit onto Dreadlin. It was as though he had suddenly fell asleep. In fact, he had connected himself to the dragonfly. His consciousness was now inside the dragonfly itself, allowing him to see and hear everything the dragonfly was seeing. He was now in control of this small creature as he perched upon the frame of a broken window. With the buggy eyes of the dragonfly, he began inconspicuously surveying the inside of the building. There were many more of the dark guild members, more than he had imagined there to be. Unfortunately, no sign of the exceed though, which was most likely in another room or on another floor of the factory. The dragonfly fluttered it's wings and took off into the building, flying around quietly in search of the cat. None of the dark guild members took much notice of the dragonfly, most simply swatting it away when it got too close. The dragonfly perched upon a ledge as it peered around.

Where could this cat be...?

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

B E N J A M I N ★ G E O R G E T T E

H O P E R E S I D E N C E

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Moving to a new country was difficult. Having no friends was difficult. Losing his father was difficult. It seemed to be an accumulation of these things and other factors that perpetuated the discontent within Ben's heart. He had believed in some kind of cautious optimism when he started his first day of school, but according to his standards, it had all but proved to fail him tremendously. Before he left school for the day, he had been approached by Mr Lehrer about volunteering to search for the missing girl that night, the man presenting it as his duty to the community if you will. A way to potentially meet others as well.

Ben was not too keen on the idea of venturing into the dark forests of night with random strangers, but when his mother caught word of the search, she had favored a different perspective from his own. When she had arrived home that evening, she found Ben's younger brothers gorging on pizza at the kitchen table. And he himself...well..he was curled up in a ball in front of the fireplace, surrounded by opened books, the gentle sounds of his weeping echoing off the flames that danced to warm his frosted heart.

Georgette's face resonated with motherly concern as she kissed Danior and Malachi, took off her coat, and sat her purse down on the dining table. "What's wrong with your brother?" Georgette murmured to Ben's younger brothers. She began to slowly approach him, his frame feebly stirring against the flames. Malachi only shrugged, his mouth still stuffed. Danior looked up to his mother and shook his head, "Not sure. I think something happened to him at school today, but he wouldn't talk to me. He's been like that for about an hour now." Georgette gave him a fleeting nod as she turned her attention back to Ben, kneeling down to the floor once she reached him. She gently began running her hands through his soft curls, "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

Ben didn't turn to look at her, he was still facing towards the fireplace, "It's nothing...." he whispered miserably, the soft sobs more audible now that she was near him. She continued to caress his hair; wiping away the tears that had formed and semi dried upon his nose and cheek.

Somehow she managed to convince him to aid in the search that night. Something about it being Cathartic.

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B E N J A M I N ★ H A K E E M

M A T H E R P A R K

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Even amongst the crowd that had gathered, Ben was essentially alone. He meandered through the crowd as he looked for any familiar faces that he felt even remotely interested in seeing, the only one coming to mind was Esther. But, even she was familiarly unfamiliar enough that he probably wouldn't know what to say if he were to run into her. Not to mention their bathroom interaction earlier that day left him feeling awkward and embarrassed. The shy wallflower didn't make any effort to talk anyone as he headed towards the forest's edge. He was more afraid to talk tot these strangers than he was to find a missing girl. Tapping his flashlight against his hip to turn it on, he took one last glance at the crowd behind him, before slowly entering the dark forest.

It didn't seem like anyone noticed him entering alone...

The winds whistled and rustled the leaves as he proceeded deeper in, the lights of the park fading in the distance. Only shadows of his surroundings glimmered by the moonlight that peaked through the canopies. He gulped, wondering if he should have found someone to go in with. But at this point, thoughts like these only served to distract him from the primary objective at hand, and Benjamin was a very goal-driven type of individual, the type to jump right to it. He had a grave proclivity to get things done by himself. He hated having to rely on others to take action and he hated having to wait on others. Wasteful.

15 minutes in and the sounds of the crowd had all but faded at this point. The owls brought a strange serenity to the relative darkness of the forest with their songs. Ben wasn't quite sure what he was looking for frankly. Maybe the girl or perhaps a fragment of her presence. A relic known to her. Anything remotely related to her would suffice for now.

The sudden crack of wood and dried leaves caused his body to stiffen and swivel, his flashlight focused towards the direction from which he heard the sounds. Seeing nothing of note, he continued his search, looking behind large boulders and in deep crevices of trees. Anywhere that a body or a girl might lie in hiding. It didn't take long before a strange sound was heard again, a misplaced rustling of branches echoing from behind him. Yet again, further investigation proved fruitless. At that moment, he swore he had heard the howling of wolves in the distance. Were there wolves in the forests of Crestwood Hollow? Certainly not right?

Having come to a brief halt, Ben rested upon a large rock, a bottle of water in hand. He took several sips as he looked around, caressing some of his curls behind his ear. Strangely enough, he found that he could see better if he just utilized the natural light provided by the moon. Something about the ambiance was soothing. Cathartic his mother mentioned. He let himself rest upon the rock, laying on his back, head on his arms, eyes looking up at the sky. Not long after, his mind began to drift, suddenly dozing off into darkness.

.... .... ....

He hadn't fell asleep long, maybe 5 minutes. When his eyes cracked open again, a dark figure lingered over him, causing Ben to shriek and jump away off the rock in his frenzy. When his gaze finally acclimated to the figure before him, he sighed deeply, his hand resting upon his palpitating chest "Hakeem? What are you doing here?"

The much taller jock, Hakeem, stepped forward, brushing off his pants, "Did you have to scream? Scared the shit out of me."

Ben frowned, folding his arms across his chest "You shouldn't sneak up on me like that. It's unsettling." Hakeem walked closer to Ben, a look of penitence on his face, "My bad. I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I saw you enter the forest alone, so, I just don't want to see you get hurt. It was hard to keep up with you."

The sincerity in his voice was stirring to Ben, but then feral howls could be heard, much more immediate this time than before, causing them both fall silent and look around their surroundings. "See?" Hakeem protested, pacing steadily behind Ben, who had already began walking away deeper into the forest, "I'll be fine." he assured the jock, his flashlight zipping about the shadowy landscape. "You should go back and wait for the others. I can do this on my own. I'm not afraid."

"I never said you were, but I'm not leaving you out here alone." Hakeem declared, resting his gloved hand on Ben's shoulder. Ben paused, letting out a deep uncomfortable sigh, "Please don't do this." he whispered softly, turning around to face the taller jock.

"Do what?"

Been stared at him, his eyes showing a peculiar pain that Hakeem immediately understood, "This..." he mumbled.
Hakeem suddenly jerked his hand off of Ben's shoulder, "I'm really sorry man. I've actually been wanting to talk to you about that. I...

But without warning, Ben stepped closer to Hakeem and placed his finger to the jock's lips, the warmth of his mouth cascading on his fingertips. Shh... Ben mouthed, his eyes focused behind Hakeem's muscular frame, which had suddenly gone stiff like a plank of wood. Ben's gaze twisted in horror as two red eyes hissed and radiated from within the brush. He had never seen something so horrifying in his life and instinctively, he grabbed onto Hakeem in a tight hug as the red-eyed wolf-shaped creature lunged forward. Ben's power activated, causing the beastly creature to pass through them and crash into the opposing tree, dispersing into what seemed to be a goop of acidic black sludge upon impact, causing the tree to suddenly catch in flames, illuminating the surrounding area to reveal more of these red-eyed black wolves. Up close, their howling now sounded more like a strange hiss.

Hakeem fucking jumped out of his skin, grabbing onto Ben in an even tighter embrace than the one Ben had initiated to save their lives with his power.

"What the fuck!"
"I don't know but run!"

Ben grabbed Hakeem's hand and they were off, running as fast as they possibly could to avoid being, from what he imagined, melted piles of bone and flesh. The beast kept on their tails as Ben and Hakeem jumped over logs and ran under winding limbs, scratches appearing on their arms, legs, and faces as they ran without a care for anything they brushed up against. Much better than being caught by these freaky red-eyed, flame inducing, acidic skin-melting, wolf-shaped black-furred hissing beasts. Up ahead, Ben spotted what appeared to be a cave, the entrance blocked by a large boulder. Ben affirmed his grip in Hakeem's hand as the the wolves and the cave simultaneously got closer.

"Run for the cave!" Ben exclaimed.

"But it's blocked!

"Trust me!"

With only a few seconds difference between the wolves and the cave, Ben and Hakeem managed to make it, Ben using his power to phase them through the boulder and into the dark leaky cave on the other side. The hissing red eyed wolves could be heard on the other side, Ben and Hakeem breathing too heavily to pay attention to that at the moment. Ben was slopped on the floor. Hakeem was standing and heaving against the wall.

They both then looked towards the boulder between them and certain death.

"What are we gonna do? What are those things out there?" Hakeem asked between deep breaths. Ben was heaving too, though his mind much more focused on how they were going to get out of here. "I don't know..." he said calmly, looking around. The cave looked like it went in deeper. Much deeper.

They weren't getting out the way they came in anytime soon. That's for sure.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

B E N J A M I N ★ E S T H E R

M A T H E R M E M O R I A L H I G H S C H O O L:

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^{Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 2:50 PM | Boy's bathroom 27 near the Loft}

Ben was still weeping when he heard a strange reverberating voice echo around him. It was an unusual sensation, kind of ghostly. He had never encountered a telepath, so he hadn’t even realized that the voice he had heard was in his head. But instinctively, he looked up to the mirror to see who had spoken to him and it was a girl, her face showing concern. He recognized her from his class, vaguely. He turned off the water he was running over his burned arm and sniffled, “Oh…” he mumbled, “It’s nothing…”.

Moving to hide his arm under his sleeve, though noticeably still in pain by his muffled moaning, he wiped away the tears and got a hold of himself, looking at her curiously, “Ummm..what are you doing in here anyways? This is the boy’s lavatory.”

Esther remained at an arm length’s distance. The boy was right in that the space was the boy’s lavatory, and she had no business being there in the first place. The trail of events that had led her there were no secret, however. On her way to the girl’s room, Esther had met a visibly disgruntled or distraught boy coming out of the lavatory in a hasty fashion. The scene had followed with sounds of distress from someone who had remained. This was by no means the truth as to why Esther had found her way in there, but it was good enough for an answer.

“I was on my way to the bathroom myself, and then I heard you. There was another boy out there that passed me in the corridor. Did he do something to you?” Esther’s inner voice spoke in Benjamin’s mind. The girl modestly extended herself to assist him if he so needed, but the boy seemed strong in himself and his ability to withhold suffering. She took a step back while holding the outer door slightly open, unsure of whether to just leave him or wait for him to get back to class.

The girl’s reverberations within his mind echoed and rattled like they were bouncing between the inner walls of his head. He had heard of telepaths, but had never encountered one before, let alone had one use their powers to communicate with him. The sensation was a bit jarring now that he was actively aware of it, his gaze falling away from her, mouth gaping as though it all suddenly made since, “You’re a telepath...” he stated in shock, wiping away the last of his tears on his sleeve.

He paused for a moment in silence, his focus eventually tracing back on her once he finished contemplating her question, “Anyways, He didn’t do anything, at least, I don’t think he meant to.” Ben hesitated, holding his hand to his arm and rubbing it gently. He felt he had already said more than he should have, because his countenance suddenly went frigid, “There’s nothing to be concerned with. Just...” he stepped up closer to her, heading for the door, his eyes meeting her own in a deep icy stare, “Promise you won’t say anything about this. Please..”

Esther did not have to be inside of his head to know that something was wrong. Between the fanatic handling of whatever happened to his arm and the remaining moisture around his eyes, things were quite clear from where she was standing. However, the boy was rather articulate about not wanting it to be a big deal. Perhaps this was not the time or place to pry any further, but Esther simply could not help herself when it came to these kinds of matters. But she also knew when to not do what she usually dabbled in. And one of those things was to stop speaking in his head. It was clearly his first time for such a thing seeing as he reacted as he did. Esther signed the words ‘I promise’—two simple moves of a silencing finger covering her lips followed by a palm hitting her closed fist, as in putting the words into a locked box. A wide smile flew his way along with squinty eyes as her arms gently came around his lower frame in a modest hug. Esther turned heel and continued into the girl’s bathroom right next door.

“Ummm…” he murmured, unsure of what she was doing with her hands. Obviously sign language, but this was something he had no knowledge of and any attempt at trying to reciprocate would probably be insulting. The best he could do was simply shake his head, acknowledging her movements as her acceptance of compliance, “Okay then.…I guess” Benjamin finally said, sighing deeply in relief.

However, it was when the girl suddenly embraced him that his body went stiff, her petite arms wrapping around his thin frame. “Eh..” was the only sound he could make, his eyes bright and perplexed. Why the hell was she suddenly hugging him? Affection, especially of this nature often him made him feel uncomfortable, particularly with people he didn’t know. Boundaries. It was so abrupt and completely caught him off guard, evident by his arms being slightly arched above them, frozen in shock, unwilling to reciprocate the embrace she presented to him; He watched as she left, a confounded gaze lingering at where she once stood.

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@Prisk

:: Dragon Heart ::

[P.S. Click on Lorn's picture to hear his new voice]

Outside the Dragon Heart Guild Hall
@MarsAdept@Lmpkio@Valor

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Lorn hadn't had to chance to respond to Glory once she had answered his question, the abrupt appearance of Master Kukan putting their rather blossoming conversation on a curt hold as he moved everything along. He stood there more for a moment, watching quietly as Glory and many others went over to the Quest Board. By the time she had returned, he was gazing off out the window, thinking about Bébé and where she might be right now. It was upsetting to be frank; she hadn't reached to him all day. "Bébé, talk to me, please..." he pleaded to her telepathically, reaching out to her mind with his Heart Magic, wherever she was. He charmingly tucked some of his hair behind his ear as Glory tapped him. "Hmmm?" he hummed, looking at her blankly, his mind still adrift on Bébé.

"Lorn. We need to hunt someone's pet exceed. From what I understand your Heart Magic should be able to track it. Get ready and meet me outside. Dreadlin is coming too."

"Ah, yes yes. Of course. Allow me to procure a few necessities and then I will meet with you all shortly." he responded calmly, his expression morphing into that of a coy smile as he watched her tromp off.

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Outside the guild, he gave a bellowing sigh and stretched his arms as he approached his comrades for the quest, his hair having been put into a very long and very high ponytail. He was often told that he looked especially pretty when he tied his hair into a ponytail, though he did it for the practicality of keeping it out of the way. This had become somewhat of an unspoken ritual for him whenever he began a quest. Lorn had a brown leather messenger bag hung across his body, his ponytail drifting over his shoulder as he bowed respectfully to his superiors.

When he looked back up to them, he gave them a courteous nod, "I'm honoured to be teamed up with you all on this quest. I understand my role here and will do what I can." After a brief pause of silence, a thought firmly plopped into his mind, "So! I think I might be able to help start us off here", he began eagerly, reaching into his messenger bag and pulling out a small device, showing it to his comrades once he had found what he was looking for, "This girl. This is Dina, Lady Ducard's daughter. I've tutored her daughter before, so I'm fairly familiar with how to get there. It's about a half days journey. A third of that if we traverse by carriage through the Blanch Head Swamps. Can't say it's the safest route though." he said, producing a heavy sigh as he placed the device back in his bag, waiting for their thoughts.

For a moment though, his gaze fell heavily upon Victoria, taking notice of her teetering movements. Lorn gave her a gentle smile and walked up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder and rubbing it in an absentmindedly affectionate kind of way, "You seem a bit..." he paused for a moment, as did his hand, "sloshed? Perhaps I can use my magic to help you with that if you desire so. I don't mind." he offered politely, though, it was more of his way of passively suggesting that she shouldn't be drunk before doing a quest.

Oh Victoria...

:: Dragon Heart ::

@Aeolian

Whoa whoa who voted for Pox?

@ShwiggityShwah

I don't know. The poll doesn't show who voted for who. lol

Cheers!

:: Dragon Heart ::

"Best Boy"(first impressions) Poll

created by 'Spanner'

WINNERS! ITS A DRAW!


Dreadlin | Ladon

"Worst Boy" WITH NO VOTES!


Lorn

Stay tuned for the next exciting poll!

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:: Dragon Heart ::

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-----G U I L D M A S T E R-----



"Master" Kukan Teki

-----T H E D R A G O N H E A R T M A G E S-----


Muko Zanthrax (S+)

Victoria Pax (S) | Glory (S) | Dreadlin Nauss (A+) | Illedrith Adrasia (A+)

Ladon Vritra (A+) | Damian Ivorn (A+) | Lorn Chatwal (A) | Vega Ashcroft (A)

Sara Hepburn (B+) | Kiana Sonitus (B+) | Valishin Elias (B-) | Trixie (B-)

Ceri (B-) | Sabine Morrick (B-) | Flavia (C-)

O T H E R
-----N O T A B L E D R A G O N H E A R T M A G E S-----


Bébé (B)

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O T H E R
-----C H A R A C T E R S-----


Pox (?) | Mylriak Nauss (A+)

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-----T H E M A G I C C O U N C I L-----


Sayatachi Nijiko (S) | Bora Yalis (?) | Arthur Rora (?) | Midna Night (?)

:: Dragon Heart ::

Dragon Heart Guild Hall (2nd Floor Library)--->(1st Floor Main Hall)
@Crimson Raven@Valor and several others are mentioned.

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This Flavia certainly was an interesting little thing. Lorn kept a close eye on her, his lips curled into a unperturbed smile when she barked at him.

"I know that." She snapped, eyes blazing. Then the next moment she lowered her head and shrank inward on herself. "I-I'm sorry."

Lorn's eyes made a crescent as he let out a cute chuckle, his grin hidden gracefully behind his hand. When he allowed his hand to fall again upon his lap, he kept his modest gaze upon the girl and shook his head, "No need to apologize love. That light within you...it burns brighter than you realize." His eyes became alit, as though that spark within her somehow showed the potential she herself had not yet grasped. It brought a warmth to his senses; no doubt an inner flame that he felt because of his Heart Magic. He certainly felt it indeed...that hidden strength.

He remained peacefully quiet as she explained.

"Its just...they are hurting each other over nothing with no point to it. It...doesn't make sense. No one benefits, they just inflict pain." She continued. Memories of a heavy hand crossed her mind, and old, healed, bruises started to ache.

Lorn kept his response brief, "I understand...".

It was difficult sometimes...not reading someones mind without their explicit permission to do so. Lorn had trained himself to resist the temptation. There was always a compulsion to pry into the minds of others to better understand them. Even in this moment, when her expression and body language suddenly shifted for a brief moment, he felt it, a deep wound that penetrated his own heart as if it were his own. And in that moment, his own smile disappeared, as though he had unexpectedly mimicked her own emotional sensibilities. As was the plight of possessing Magical Empathy; sometimes the emotions of others became his own. If only he could read her mind, then maybe he could better understand the origin of her sudden pain and focus it. But...that should remain earthed for another occasion.

His hand drifted to his chest, gripped over his heart as though he were grasping at her pain, yet like it was his own. And when it subsided from her, so it did from him. Lorn's smile returned, albeit a bit reticent this time around. Perhaps she had noticed him shift when she did. Hopefully not. In any case, he prettily swiped some of his hair behind his ear as he handed her back the book. "Oh. Oh of course. Here you go. Study well Flavia.", he said calmly, lifting himself up off the floor and looking towards the exit of the library. He felt the shift in the air and Flavia most likely did too, the temperature dropped and a burst of cold air and snowflakes penetrated the atheneum.

Muko, he immediately thought. Peculiar that one. Lorn had met fools and cowards in the past who feigned power and competency, and yet, their guild's strongest mage feigned quite the opposite. It was a peculiar charade, one that took some time for Lorn to pick up on, but that was his magic's specialty, sensing things that belie the surface. This was why Master Kukan valued his presence so much within the guild. Lorn played the game from behind the curtains of flash and might.

As he made his way towards the exit, he could hear the voice of Sara calling out Fornax from below. That sudden warmth that melted the snow and frost was a soothing sensation upon his flesh. He let out a contented smile as he turned to face Flavia, his hands gracefully clasped behind his back, giving him an upright and dignified kind of posture, "Your presence would be valued. Please don't be afraid to commune with us when you're ready." He contemplated bringing her food, but resigned from the idea. He wanted her to further step out of her shell. Little by little.

Making his way towards the staircase, he caught the figure of Glory from his peripherals. The large mechanical woman was perched along the rail, far out of the way of any toil and trouble that accented the Main Hall below. People often misunderstood her, as even he himself had at first. She was difficult to read. The nature of her physiology proved his Heart Magic to be fairly ineffective, a fact he kept close to consciousness whenever they interacted.

Lorn meandered over to where she sat, pressing his lithe and feminine frame gently against the rail beside her. He looked down over the rail at the scuffle below. Vega and Muko were getting into it. Some of the others were at the bar still; the presence of Damian between Sara and Victoria especially peaking his interest. Truth be told, he kind of had a crush on the lad...DESPITE already having a girlfriend. This always made him feel utterly guilty, but what could he do really...even more so now that Bébé was actively avoiding him. Damian was cute...and his magic revolved around nature, soooo...it was difficult for him not to fancy the blonde-haired higher ranking mage. Nonetheless, these were feelings the effeminately beautiful male kept hidden, locked away in a mental box.

He shook his head to remove the thought and turned his attention to Glory, though his gaze remained on the floor below, his eye catching Trixie the trickster plucking her little hands through Illedrith's cart of goods. Lorn chuckled to himself at the sight, amused. "Glory..." he said at last, his voice calm and as androgynously effeminate as ever, "Who within our guild do you care for the most?...And why?" Even though his gaze was not upon her, his expression was curious for an answer.

Crestwood Hollow - A Superhuman Roleplay

@Prisk

Sending you the link in Google Docs!

Lets get this collab started! :)

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Leviathan Fang -- A Fairy Tail RP

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