Sharidi37495

an evil melody(a medieval horror rescue rp)

I could make a hero character to push things along...

Camp Half Blood IV

Ren's eyes widen slowly, then she grins coyly. "Oh, you don't huh?" She steps closer into him and whispers in his ear, "I'll have to try harder to push your limit, won't I?" She steps back with a smirk. "The club's this way."

The ultimate goblin king-beware his powers

Cesidia frowns and shrugs. "How could we test it?"

ShadowWalkers

Yalanilue frowns. "We're going soon. Prepare yourself."

Camp Half Blood IV

Ren frowns in concentration. "That would be nice." She sighs softly and when she meets his eyes, she blushes, noticing how close they are. "Oh! Uh, sorry. I'll give you your space." She wants to take a step back but can't seem to move.

ShadowWalkers

Yalanilue rolls her eyes, and she grins faintly as she flicks a finger, tightening the chains. "Get up."

The ultimate goblin king-beware his powers

Cesidia nods thoughtfully. "How long do you think a human could last down there?"

Camp Half Blood IV

Ren frowns when she pricks herself and she sucks on her finger. She grins. "Good gods, what kind of creature is living in there? It's a little better." She bites her lip as she messes with a tangle at the crown of his head, her fingers brushing his head. She's too focused on her endeavor to notice how close they are.

ShadowWalkers

Yalanilue stands and stretches, her condition and flames improving quickly. She burps, flames coming out of her mouth.

Camp Half Blood IV

Ren grins and shakes her head. "Here, let me help you." She approaches him and peers at his hair, running her fingers through it. "I'm fine with it, it kind of makes you look like Thor, but if anyone saw you they might try to take you back to the neolithic era," she jokes. She pulls some needles from a hidden pocket in her dress. "Tell me if I hurt or prick you." She runs her fingers through his hair to disentangle it, using the needles when her fingers aren't enough.