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9 yrs ago
Current mid term on the 19 so slight delay in all my everything
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9 yrs ago
I have learned I'm allergic to deer. Still had a fun time though
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9 yrs ago
Today I have aged another year. Yay aging lol
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9 yrs ago
I passed biochemistry. Hell yes no more chemistry to deal with woo! Now to go calm my nerves before i vibrate through the floor
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9 yrs ago
I have my biochem final on Monday and am still not feeling well. My apologies for the delays.

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permission to mess with vikas is to everyone of course XD
I give full permission to mess with Vikas XD
@Vampy
thank you
Loki luckily changed with his clothes, so nothing too awkward there. He sits on the ground where he was turned back human and put his head in his hands. His knees folded up to where he is in an upright ball. He slowly starts calming himself down the rest of the way, wishing that he was normal...or at least still had his parents. With a deep breath he grabs his stuff and puts his sunglasses on, he would just deal with it. He strides toward the halls not questioning what happened to the woman who turned him human and disappeared.
@Vampy
@Vampy
no biggie :)
poor loki is all freaked out in a panther body XD
@Ace of flames01
Alec gets his jackal mouth covered by Rhona. He turns and looks at her his ears flattening a bit. "Why did you come, you are in no shape to be here" he sounds concerned, but something attacks him. The attack causes him to snarl, spin and stab at it with his spear. He notices an ice armed landau and makes his way over there. "are those...tentacles...with wolf heads" he is staring at the now frozen scylla with a face of confusion. His jackal face making the expression much more interesting.
@rechonq
Vikas Helsing

(8PM)

Vikas slowly gets out of bed and looks at the woman he nearly drained to death. She was not beautiful, but rather pretty. Her features rather plain, with brown eyes, freckles, and mousy brown hair. Her skin was fair and the small amount of light entering the room seemed to make her more attractive. To top it off, he is pretty sure she is a prostitute....not that he asked very many questions before whisking her away to this room in this place. He had laid down money for the clothes he ruined before rubbing his face standing, dressing, and leaving. His attire being of a white linen shirt, a deep blue coat with copper colored buttons and tassels, black leather pants, and his black boots. As he walks the streets he decides tonight he would take the night off, just explore instead of hunting down his kind and killing them with the daggers he has equipped currently. His boots make little to no noise as he walks, bored out of his mind.
Normally, his day is full of normal civil things where he pretends to fit in with people. Then he sleeps for a small amount of time before it reaches 8pm, where he wakes back up and beings his hunting and thieving. Tonight though, he had gotten distracted and now had to walk back to his hideaway to get his weapons, cloak, and armor. He sighs, this is the third time this week that he has been unable to control himself...to stop himself from drinking blood. He shakes his head to snap himself out of it. He is a helsing, monster or not he would keep hunting. He had to.
lol poor sad kitty....wolves are mean
XD
and almighty see you tomorrow :D
@TalijaKey
Abel saw the questions in Manu's eyes and can't help but get eager to answer them. A smile breaks out on his face when he hears Manu call him hot. He felt himself getting attached, feels that feline passiveness wash over him. This he does not stop, after all Manu's name is branded on his wrist. And then that all comes crashing down when he sees Manu run to some other were and take his hand. Abel feels....crushed, more then ever before. The hurt is clear in his eyes as his shoves his hands into his pockets, turns, and walks away. He fought the urge to slam a clawed hand into a tree, to yell and tear apart the other guy. It took everything he had to walk away, his head tilted down somewhat. His hope of love feeling like they got stolen from him, leaving him hollow.

Several Hours Later

Abel pads in his feline form through the streets. He hated this type of roaming, no open areas or any real prey. His form a silent white ghost only visible when he wants to be, having mastered the art of creeping through the shadows. He gracefully leaps into a fire escape in one of the alleyways, his blue eyes the only visible part of his large form. Snow leopards are the silentest of the large cats, not roaring but rather growling, leading him to be rather silent in everything. The cold from the metal on his paws contrast with his natural warmth, his coat meant for high snow covered mountains. He smells pizza in the dumpster below him, but does not go for it. Knowing that he has steaks at home.
His ears twitch when he hears the roar bark and he slowly goes into a crouch. He watches as Manu explores below him.
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