ReaptheMusic said
aw shit its thusdayHUP *grabs recon and throws him into the air* THURSDAY
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I have a ten page paper due Monday, so my posts may be a little slower. I doubt it, I usually make these posts come first.
It's not
It's not hard.
Izkripp said
Well I missed todays dress code. I'll have to work on being gay for Saturday.
It's not hard.
Madame_March said
Wait, there is a group? Who else is in this group?? O-o I feel like a outsider now! Can I sit at your lunch table?
On Wednesdays, they wear pink.
Blake readied himself, feeling the prick on his finger. That wasn't what he was preparing for, knowing that the real pain would be coming any second now. As the blood was reinserted, the glamour dropped. Wings unfurled, the sound of claws scarping on the floor was heard. The teenage boy was shown for his true self. His toned body was covered with a layer of red, layered scales and large horns growing from his head. His tail twitched for a moment before the pain shot through his body. He cursed loudly, struggling to remain standing, his sharp teeth and his glowing blue eyes clenched tight. He clenched his fist in pain for a moment, fire igniting around it, before the glamour restored and the pain subsided. He stood up slowly, letting out a small groan of pain. He glanced up at Hammond, speaking through clenched teeth. "I always love these special moments." He left the tent, walking towards the entrance, wanting to catch a glimpse of the hunters. He fought off the urge to play a few tricks on them, having to convince himself that they weren't worth risking everyone's safety. His mind drifted back to Rosalind, What made her think it was me? Was there something on the bodies that gave her that idea? Or is she starting a witch hunt?
I'm gonna make a short post to free up The Oncoming Storm.
Hola mi amigos
ice2365 said
exactly....nobody
Im just peachy!
Blake rubbed his cheek, muttering something under his breath. He made a mental note to avoid being alone with Rosalind, to avoid prying. Suddenly Vladmir ran into the pair, noticing the injury on Blake's face. He nodded at Vladmirs instruction, smirking at the offer, "Cotton Candy, the blue kind not that pink stuff." Not expecting him to take the request seriously, Blake hurried off looking for Hammond, which reminded him that he needed his glamour renewed. It was probably too late for that now, seeing how there were more urgent matters to attend to. Blake knew how to stay out of sight if needed, but it wasn't that worn down, just a couple of failures here and there. He headed towards the tents, finding Hammond there. "Hammond, Vladmir says some hunters just arrived. He said to 'tidy' up." He turned noticing Eleana, to whom he gave a smile. "Hey Firefly!" He looked back at Hammond realizing he interrupted a conversation but being Blake, he ignored that fact.
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