Grimoire Gaming Member
Unseelie Faerie
STATUS: in less than a week, kenny committed a double homicide on the same person. thoughts and prayers 2 yrs ago
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in less than a week, kenny committed a double homicide on the same person. thoughts and prayers
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7 yrs ago
"I don't attract what I want, I attract what I am. Dead as the bees buzzing inside my head." MM
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7 yrs ago
Boo!
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8 yrs ago
"If you have ghosts, you have everything."
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Do you wanna start a cult with me?
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Bio
Grim / Grimoire
(they/them)
It's been over a year since I've written creatively but here I am again.
'sup.
(they/them)
It's been over a year since I've written creatively but here I am again.
'sup.
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Nothing!
JK, probably something extravagant for Kiara. Dark and gothic and fitting for an Unseelie Court ball. I will do some googling to get ideas.
JK, probably something extravagant for Kiara. Dark and gothic and fitting for an Unseelie Court ball. I will do some googling to get ideas.
@savi
Well, you're charrie's soulmate is no longer with us. You could try to convince @WilsonTurner to come back, or work out a pairing with the new were kitty by @BlackPanther. Or you cant wait for someone new to come along.
I leave it up to whatever you are more inspired to do. Glad to have you back! :]
Well, you're charrie's soulmate is no longer with us. You could try to convince @WilsonTurner to come back, or work out a pairing with the new were kitty by @BlackPanther. Or you cant wait for someone new to come along.
I leave it up to whatever you are more inspired to do. Glad to have you back! :]
Hey guys, do you still want to be a part of this RP?
@Savi, @Mivuli, @Musoka, @urukhai, @RomanAria, @Willow Breeze
Also, @Willow Breeze, if you are still interested and your character needs a soul mate, I suggest that your character and @BlackPanther's be paired up.
@Savi, @Mivuli, @Musoka, @urukhai, @RomanAria, @Willow Breeze
Also, @Willow Breeze, if you are still interested and your character needs a soul mate, I suggest that your character and @BlackPanther's be paired up.
Looks good, just rearrange it so that it looks like the CS skeleton in my first OOC post before you move it to the characters section (you missed the occupation and country of origin sections, even though you mentioned them in the bio.) I just like things to be tidy and all the CSes to follow the same format. Thanks!
I'm not sure if we have a soul mate for you yet, as people are dropping left and right. :/ I will do a formal headcount soon to see who is still here.
I'm not sure if we have a soul mate for you yet, as people are dropping left and right. :/ I will do a formal headcount soon to see who is still here.
Yes it is!
I left the 'someone cute' option open for whoever wants to have Kiara come up to them to strike up a conversation. :]
Tholo returned her fury with a growl and removed her hands from his shirt. Béatrix let him lower her clenched fists, but she remained in place, her chin tilted up to keep her gaze steady with his. She was shorter than him, but if this came to a fight for dominance, beast versus beast, she would stand her ground as she always had. But he didn’t fight, something that he saw in her eyes caused him to soften as much as the old wolf could. He told her a story about the Francis that he knew. It sounded just like him…
Tholo went to get a cup of coffee as he continued his tale. It wasn’t just a tale, though, it was the truth. A good deal of Trixy’s job involved knowing when she was being lied to, and Tholo wasn’t lying. Eventually, Trixy softened as well, even going as far as to seat herself at the dining table with a cup of coffee of her own. Once finished speaking, Tholo waited to gauge her reaction. Trixy ran her thumb along the table, trying to think of what to say, when he his voice crept into her mind again. Did he have to think so loud? And she wasn’t happy with what he was thinking.
“Francis était pas une passade, vous con!” her anger flared, but she kept her temper under control this time. Slipping into her native tongue caused her accent to thicken, even in her upcoming english words. Béatrix released a deep sigh before flexing her fingers towards the palm of her right hand, just inches from the tattoo that said it all. “Francis was… my sire. He saved my life, and he stole my heart. Hell, some days I think he has it still. I was dying of plague when he embraced me. You might think of us vampires as cursed, but you are wrong, it is a blessing, a second chance.” Trixy paused and studied the wolf’s face.
“This Francis, your Francis. He had fair, curly hair, no?” Tholo nodded a yes. “I would offer a last name to compare, but he existed before the need for surnames, as his sire was a daughter of Caine himself. And yes, he was going to hold a high seat in France, a seat that I will someday hold. But… you never heard from him again for a reason. He died in the summer of 1486. A werewolf came into our home during the day and clawed out his heart.” Béatrix met his gaze and turned over her wrist before looking down at the faded, crossed out name that paled in comparison to Bartholomew’s mark. Trixy closed her eyes, mostly to concentrate on not getting emotional. “I’m sorry, I thought that you…” she paused, and opened her eyes again. “There’s a reason they called me Madame Vengeance, and Wolfsbane, I was not a scourge on your kind without reason. But, over five centuries have come and gone, and I am trying to put that life behind me now. “
It was shocking that she had revealed so much to this stranger, and a wolf none-the-less. Perhaps stranger wasn’t quite the right word, as she had worn his name on her wrist for nearly 530 years, albeit hidden away beneath black lace. That fact alone made this conversation all the more disturbing, and confusing. Talking about how the love of her life died with the future love--. No, no… he wasn’t that.
Tholo went to get a cup of coffee as he continued his tale. It wasn’t just a tale, though, it was the truth. A good deal of Trixy’s job involved knowing when she was being lied to, and Tholo wasn’t lying. Eventually, Trixy softened as well, even going as far as to seat herself at the dining table with a cup of coffee of her own. Once finished speaking, Tholo waited to gauge her reaction. Trixy ran her thumb along the table, trying to think of what to say, when he his voice crept into her mind again. Did he have to think so loud? And she wasn’t happy with what he was thinking.
“Francis était pas une passade, vous con!” her anger flared, but she kept her temper under control this time. Slipping into her native tongue caused her accent to thicken, even in her upcoming english words. Béatrix released a deep sigh before flexing her fingers towards the palm of her right hand, just inches from the tattoo that said it all. “Francis was… my sire. He saved my life, and he stole my heart. Hell, some days I think he has it still. I was dying of plague when he embraced me. You might think of us vampires as cursed, but you are wrong, it is a blessing, a second chance.” Trixy paused and studied the wolf’s face.
“This Francis, your Francis. He had fair, curly hair, no?” Tholo nodded a yes. “I would offer a last name to compare, but he existed before the need for surnames, as his sire was a daughter of Caine himself. And yes, he was going to hold a high seat in France, a seat that I will someday hold. But… you never heard from him again for a reason. He died in the summer of 1486. A werewolf came into our home during the day and clawed out his heart.” Béatrix met his gaze and turned over her wrist before looking down at the faded, crossed out name that paled in comparison to Bartholomew’s mark. Trixy closed her eyes, mostly to concentrate on not getting emotional. “I’m sorry, I thought that you…” she paused, and opened her eyes again. “There’s a reason they called me Madame Vengeance, and Wolfsbane, I was not a scourge on your kind without reason. But, over five centuries have come and gone, and I am trying to put that life behind me now. “
It was shocking that she had revealed so much to this stranger, and a wolf none-the-less. Perhaps stranger wasn’t quite the right word, as she had worn his name on her wrist for nearly 530 years, albeit hidden away beneath black lace. That fact alone made this conversation all the more disturbing, and confusing. Talking about how the love of her life died with the future love--. No, no… he wasn’t that.
@King Tai
Okay, it's nothing major, just a little flirtatious exchange that I was looking forward to getting a response too. If not, I'll have Jeanette just respond to Jon and Anya
Okay, it's nothing major, just a little flirtatious exchange that I was looking forward to getting a response too. If not, I'll have Jeanette just respond to Jon and Anya
~ Kiara ~
Laurel explained herself to the fairly ignorant faerie. Kiara’s eyes lit up when she mentioned where she was from. “Oh, How exciting! I can’t wait to go to the human realm! I was pretty close at my guess, though. I mean, I know of Bastet, Egyptian goddess of cats… I should have known you were a Gifted, I’ve studied the human world a lot…” her rambling trailed off with a blush. It would probably be best to stop talking now, before she insulted the girl. Thankfully, Laurel busied herself with her suitcase, sending clothing soaring through the room.
Kiki curiously looked at all of the clothing, is that what humans wore? Kiara looked down and tugged the edge of her skirt. Faeries wore very little clothing, some hardly bothered with it at all, but when they did, there was very little fabric. Kiki’s skimpy outfit was dark, as was Unseelie fashion, and involved crow feathers, black and red roses, and other magically preserved flora. Her feet were bare, as always. Laurel asked if she had heard about the feast. “Yes, the lilac lady mentioned that in the courtyard. We Unseelie faeries don’t really need to eat, but I love the taste of sweet things! I will go to meet people too, there are so many beautiful, interesting creatures here!”
The hyena was staring at Kiki as she prattled on, then opened her mouth and snapped her jaws lightly. Laurel said that meant that she wanted pets. “Oh!~” Kiara cooed before kneeling down gracefully and rubbing the hyenas head softly, making sure to scratch behind her ears.
Persephone made a squeaking noise before flapping her wings against Kiki’s shoulder. “Oh, Persy! Don’t be jealous, you know you’ll always be my number one.” she reassured the disgruntled bat before swiftly standing up. “It was nice to meet you both, but I’m going to head to the cafeteria now, so I’ll see you around!” Kiara waved before spinning around and waltzing out the door.
The cafeteria was packed with chattering students. All of the sights, sounds and smells of the cryptids around Kiara were a little overwhelming, so, for a moment, she just stood in the doorway and stared. After a few seconds, Kiki smiled and confidently stepped in to find herself a seat next to someone cute.
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