At Bel's inquiry, Harp nodded a bit. He really was... an idiot. Not because he had shot a demon, oh not at all. Perhaps it was because even after a reaper, a 'gatekeeper' being warned him to stay away, he came running back to the lovestruck demon.
Then again, could he had been telling him not to stay away? As if he let the demon come out of the spell, Harp would despair? It was all very possible, for it was a well-known fact reapers spoke in riddles. Personally, the angel wondered why they insisted on being so darn creepy to begin with!
"Yes," He bluffed to the demon before following him out. "I can tell there's something different with you. Can't tell if that's good or bad. Yet." Terms such as 'good' and 'bad' had all but lost their meaning. What point was there to sit around and called himself good when he was running wild with a possible arch demon?
The doll was possessed. How, of course, is beyond our mortal understanding. The doll would grow hair. Not that it was bald, but it's hair would grow even longer. Perhaps not the most terrifying thing possible, but eerie nonetheless.
With heavy feet, the angel stood behind Bel, grimacing as Darri laughed. He fondled his own white hair playfully. Then, he piped, "I think... I'd like to change my hair color, too!" He grinned to Bel. The reaper was silent.
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After Rus gave him what seemed like permission, Hyatt kicked the open door open further, and snickered as he shuffled in. He was soaking wet, and smelled of the salty sea breeze. Hyatt was a tall rokea, about an inch taller than Rus. He had a few freckles that dotted his sharp nose and cheeks, as well as twin green eyes that sparkled like a cat's. Dark, matted, and drenched hair clung to his face and neck. He wasn't as muscular as Rus, but still managed to make Ferris look like a seahorse in comparison.
Lips pulled into a frown, he sighed, stopping just a few feet away from the merman and his captor. "You..." He pointed roughly to Ferris. Rokea could care less for etiquette, and Hyatt was no exception. "This... you're..." He glared angrily, seemingly unsure on what to do. Suddenly, he jerked Rus' shoulder.
"Man, what're you thinkin'?" He hissed in a similar dialect to Rus. "He... This can't be any good."
Lips pulled into a frown, he sighed, stopping just a few feet away from the merman and his captor. "You..." He pointed roughly to Ferris. Rokea could care less for etiquette, and Hyatt was no exception. "This... you're..." He glared angrily, seemingly unsure on what to do. Suddenly, he jerked Rus' shoulder.
"Man, what're you thinkin'?" He hissed in a similar dialect to Rus. "He... This can't be any good."
Frey's jaw hardened in a tough, straight line. His regal, blue-blooded and orange hued eyes glimmered with what only could be pure anger. Or perhaps irritation? It was strange that anything could overpower his fear- his intense phobia of the dark. Strangely, something about this, this -bird!- annoyed him to no end. As Frey was pushed aback and his wrist was seared by Asbel, he didn't feel fear nor pain nor regret.
It was interesting to think just how much you can hate a stranger. The same way you can feel such annoyance to someone who pushes you in line, or to someone who, quote unquote, 'accidentally' tripped you. Alas, Frey felt this way toward Asbel but with so much more intensity... The everlasting feud between the Montagues and the Capulets would seem like a trifle in contrast to Frey and his unreasonable hatred toward the world.
Concepts like karma or kindness were lost on the young prince. What was it, exactly, that made him so bitter? While his siblings grew sweet and golden, why did he alone grow to be so dark and cold? How was it, under the same roof they had been so different? How had the demons shown themselves only in the heart of Frey? They had all the same royal treatment. So why, then, did Frey feel just... so... demonic?
Sometimes the questions are hard and the answers are easy. Frey wanted attention, in any way possible. Even if it meant being locked forever in a dungeon. Of course, he had attention already. He was the prince. But what was a diploma worth if it was handed and spoon-fed to you? Frey wanted to earn his own fortune. Or, in this case, attention.
"I want..." The prince spoke in a tone barely louder than a whisper. "I want to outshine everyone, and that includes thou, the immortal bird. I ask you this; how is a well-behaved prince meant to outshine his sister, who can calm a sea serpent. In contrast, I can't get a flower to obey my command, no matter how carefully I beg. No..." He suddenly jerked his arm harshly. "If my brothers lead the army with their dragons, what can I do? If my brother can talk to the fae in the wind, I ask you, what might the youngest, whom has no talent whatsoever, possibly try to win at?" He waited. "Exactly. Perhaps my sharp tongue, or my attitude. Whereas the royal family seems to have been inclined with the ways of nature, that lesson has been lost on me." Frey bit his lip. He felt strangely... empty.
It was interesting to think just how much you can hate a stranger. The same way you can feel such annoyance to someone who pushes you in line, or to someone who, quote unquote, 'accidentally' tripped you. Alas, Frey felt this way toward Asbel but with so much more intensity... The everlasting feud between the Montagues and the Capulets would seem like a trifle in contrast to Frey and his unreasonable hatred toward the world.
Concepts like karma or kindness were lost on the young prince. What was it, exactly, that made him so bitter? While his siblings grew sweet and golden, why did he alone grow to be so dark and cold? How was it, under the same roof they had been so different? How had the demons shown themselves only in the heart of Frey? They had all the same royal treatment. So why, then, did Frey feel just... so... demonic?
Sometimes the questions are hard and the answers are easy. Frey wanted attention, in any way possible. Even if it meant being locked forever in a dungeon. Of course, he had attention already. He was the prince. But what was a diploma worth if it was handed and spoon-fed to you? Frey wanted to earn his own fortune. Or, in this case, attention.
"I want..." The prince spoke in a tone barely louder than a whisper. "I want to outshine everyone, and that includes thou, the immortal bird. I ask you this; how is a well-behaved prince meant to outshine his sister, who can calm a sea serpent. In contrast, I can't get a flower to obey my command, no matter how carefully I beg. No..." He suddenly jerked his arm harshly. "If my brothers lead the army with their dragons, what can I do? If my brother can talk to the fae in the wind, I ask you, what might the youngest, whom has no talent whatsoever, possibly try to win at?" He waited. "Exactly. Perhaps my sharp tongue, or my attitude. Whereas the royal family seems to have been inclined with the ways of nature, that lesson has been lost on me." Frey bit his lip. He felt strangely... empty.
Sorry! My wifi went all weird 'cause we're changing hosts. Or something like that... I don't really get it. Anyways, I haven't dropped. I'm just real busy. If you're turned off by this, I totally get it. Just know I'll try and respond ASAP.
~Sky
~Sky
Sorry! My wifi went all weird 'cause we're changing hosts. Or something like that... I don't really get it. Anyways, I haven't dropped. I'm just real busy. If you're turned off by this, I totally get it. Just know I'll try and respond ASAP.
~Sky
~Sky
Sorry! My wifi went all weird 'cause we're changing hosts. Or something like that... I don't really get it. Anyways, I haven't dropped. I'm just real busy. If you're turned off by this, I totally get it. Just know I'll try and respond ASAP.
~Sky
~Sky
Sorry! My wifi went all weird 'cause we're changing hosts. Or something like that... I don't really get it. Anyways, I haven't dropped. I'm just real busy. If you're turned off by this, I totally get it. Just know I'll try and respond ASAP.
~Sky
~Sky
Sorry! My wifi went all weird 'cause we're changing hosts. Or something like that... I don't really get it. Anyways, I haven't dropped. I'm just real busy. If you're turned off by this, I totally get it. Just know I'll try and respond ASAP.
~Sky
~Sky
Busy, banned,
Pentathlon! It's an academic 'nerd' thingy. Kinda like decathlon but with only five subjects. Actually, only four... Whatever. I'm braindead right now. xD
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