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Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Delilah
I love mom's warm smile. I never have gotten to say tell that to her... Delilah begun walking out of the castle, one hand in her mother's. Her other hand reached up, grabbing the wrist of the hand that held onto hers gently, pressing her cheek against the back of her mom's hand and smiling widely. The tips of her fangs scarped against her upper lip as she did so. The small scrape it made bled a small amount for a moment. The drop of blood spread over her tongue, the taste fading away in time. All while this was happening, Vlad was whispering a couple of vile words to her mother. Her ears should have been able to pick up their conversation, but she was in a trance of the small taste of her own blood. It was... glorious . Her tail flicked violently to the side once, brushing against her mother's dress as her fox-like ears perked up.

"H-Huh?" She stuttered as her mother started walking out of the castle and pulling her along with her hand tightly around hers out of the trrance. The tightness was too much to show affection, more of...tenseness...alert... danger. She hadn't even notice her father was there- so she would've missed out on his harsh words and false love. She didn't know what was wrong. Timidly, she walked close enough to step on her mother skirt, sighing as a weight went off her chest as they emerged outside."It's okay, Momie. Don't cry." She chimed, reassuring her mother although she had no idea what was wrong.

The air smelled heavily of pine wood, and the castle's pebble pathways were spotless and planted over where the foliage would be deemed as unruly. There was a gold foundation adorned by a bed of roses surrounding it. Delilah keeled quickly to snatch one from it's roots and hold it up to her mother childishly. "Remember when daddy always used to do that?"

Delilah's eyes were bright and cheerful. That unsure feeling of the 'blank' face in her memories came back, dragging down her cheerfulness to a dim, bitter-sweet one. "I-I have to ask you about somethings. Can we go out into the forest? I love it because it is wild...this place here is beautiful and proper, but it's...amazing out there. Daddy might not know that i've done that on my own, and i told issac i did just before you showed up...he didn't look happy, and i think I...." She shook her head, not about to divvy out her worries before they went beyond the range of eavesdropping ears. "There's a lake in the forest. I have heard it but i haven't seen it but it is maybe a forth of the mile out into the forest borders. I never went that far because i was worried about getting lost or hurt.I didn't tell daddy because i knew he might not have time and...lock me in my room. But nothing can ever happen while you're here!"

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Kaori and Alfons- xAsunawolf/ Cartwright collab - Torture scene pt.2

Alfons sighed a bit on the inside upon hearing Kaori's voice, the girl he had entrusted his sword to long ago before their weapons were taken from them. He listened and nodded to her information, clearing his throat before he spoke. "You're the only familiar face I've seen throughout my time here... Don't you smell the fresh blood of the others every day? Wait... You're not a Lycan.." The reverend trailed off, coughing for a moment as Kaori spoke once more.

Upon hearing her inquiry about love his eyes opened wide and shot up to the girl, his ears twitching a bit. "Why Kaori love is many things... It's an emotion, a drive for partnership until the end. I could go deeper into it but.. I fear our time together was not here to exchange words between one another. " He tugged on the chains again, panting softly when he had given up as his eyes drifted back up to Kaori. "Kaori I am in chains and you are not.. That can only mean one thing."

Kaori cut him off, quieting his observations with a shake of her head, stepping into the line that would block the small link of light from the cramped window and cast darkness onto him. " Shh, I figured that out while you were sleeping. I'd even considered starting while you were asleep in hopes that you wouldn't have to feel it happening to you.." Similar to the dentist's office, there was a set of torture equipment, except it sat around all sides of the table and even hung over head. There was a large drilling machine that was among the things over head- with a quick off and On button, and a lever the would cause the drill to come down onto the target's forehead. This machine was child's play to some of the other things laying about the room.

Kaori flipped her head to the side and ran her thumb over a harmless looking knife like she was caressing an infant. She picked up her thumb and showed the lycan a deep cut. "But these weapons don't play around. Probably could cut through steel if you let it." Out of the corner of her eyes, she scanned the door where guards where waiting outside, speaking casually. She leaned in to whisper to alfons, long brown locks of her hair tickling his cheek.

"To the best of my ability, i will not let silver cut you. I might place it on you, and if i remember it just tingles to you, or you'll sense it somehow.....you need to act like it's the most painful thing ever. If they want to see pain, that is what they will get. Only you can make that happen." With a solemn smile, she steps back from the table as her right hand rises to her waist, squeezing her hip. She said nothing, but her eyes conveyed the message perfectly- 'Are you ready?'

Alfons watched Kaori's every move and took in every word. When the news confirmed his suspicion he already began steeling himself for what was to come, taking a deep breath as a sign he understood. "Kaori the manager had someone already put silver inside me.. I can't get worse than that." The reverend reminded her in a hushed tone, sitting back in his seat with a slight smirk before speaking in a more audible volume. "Well, lets get this over with... Kaori it's good to see you."

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Um there actually isn't too much . Just rest the post of characters that actually pertain to you...so me gonzo, and lex. Big things happened and if I recap , .... You might lack specific details

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

lexxiai said
She kneeled despite being held back so that she could be on her daughters eye level and carress her, pushing her head into her chest, a tear dropping out of her eyes as she tightly embraced her precious daughter. "Oh Delilah... "She stroked and ran her hands through her blond curls, petting her white ears and ruffling her head. "Delilah I've modded you so much... I love you so much...." A few more tears dropped down from her eyes, each one landing on the expensive floor. She looked up at Vlad and mouthed a "Thsnk you" before hugging her daughter. Pulling back a bit and wiping her eyes. Regaining herself. "ah...are you hungry my dear?.."

Delilah stroked her mother's hair in one place, just above her shoulders like she would always do when she was younger when she was just barely out of infancy. She ran her hands past her mouths shoulder, hugging her- her tiny hands intertwining at the back. Delilah has grown in strength, so instead of the weak hugs she could muster up in the past, she pulled her mother close, her pink cheeks buried in the nape of her neck. "I-I thought you were gone forever, mom." She leaned back just far enough to look into her mother's eyes,laying a quick kiss on her cheek. It felt like her mother was never gone, and never changed after being held only the way a mom could do. She was only a little taller, could run without knocking down a vase or falling flat on her face. Her speech had more mature moments, and had starting to transition out of that cute-squeaky toddler voice. "Mumie, I'm not hungry anymore. I-i....also didn't drink blood yet, even when you were gone. I knew when i would see you again, i would want to tell you something good." As she thought of the table she normally ate meals alone at, she was reminded of.....her little run in with Issac. He was her friend, yet he seemed pained by her, physically. 'M-miss...calm down' he had murmured. Delilah didn't understand- she WAS calm, just not inside. Her stomach had churned it's gulf-pit feeling and her throat was swollen, the feeling unsettling, and painful.
Ah, yes, her 'father'. She'd almost step over to him and embrace him in a hug too. In the past, she always saw his face in her memories. But now, after encountering her mother, that face was....faceless. Not there. This was confusing, but none the less she was a quiet girl, and mom would know what was wrong with issac and her memories. "Momie, do you want to take a walk outside with me?"

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Mina, Jae accepted. Don't OP. x3

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Find the weakness you're sorting out and read the rules haha xD than it should be good. OP doesn't really happen at the point of the character, but the rperr themselves

Filthy or Golden?

Lol i THINK i reserved the horse, at least.

Filthy or Golden?

yeah i got confused kinda too, haha but i was just assuming id make parents. maybe only the mom tho.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

No telepathy, someone has that power already x : sorry..

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Kang/ xAsunawolfx collab- Issac& Delilah
Isaac let out a sigh, disappointed that she'd been leaving the grounds without permission. "Little one, you know that you've been doing something you shouldn't, sneaking out like that." He readjusted her seat and the implements on the table, since she had yet to tell him what she wanted to eat. "You know I'm going to have to tell your father about this, we can't have you going so close to the forest, especially without someone to watch you." He shook his head, thinking there was nothing else for him to add to it, and deciding that they were going to wait for Vlad to get back before doing anything else.

"Y-you're gonna tell Daddy?!" Delilah asked, close to shouting with pink cheeks blushing in unison with the sudden rush of thinking daddy might be mad. As far as she could remember, dad had never gotten real mad and kept a calm composure for the most part .Issac then let out an apologetic sigh at her outburst, thinking it better in hindsight to just tell Vlad when he returned or next saw him, and shook his head at his mistake, there was just something about her that...

Over sized, fluffy ears Delilah had yet to grow into flattened against her blonde curls, almost completely hidden. She was worried because her offences had never gotten larger than a bed gone unmade, or a door slammed- not running out in the wilderness unsupervised. Sadness swelled in her eyes, as delicate and vivid as a lone flower bending under the wind that would soon uproot it. Her hands clasped together at her thighs over her silk nightgown, and she looked down into them, nodding slowly.

"Okay, Iss. I feel sad...." She murmured, running her tongue over her fangs that would protrude out of her gums whenever a negative feeling would pass by her- they throbbed and ached. Issac watched on in silence, thinking of what to say to comfort her. Delilah sat quietly, thinking to herself. He can't tell Daddy, he will never.... let me outside again. He doesn't understand it was the last place i saw mommy... Delilah's left hand moved to the table top and found a butter knife next to her vacant plate.

While she continued to think to herself, she didn't even realized she'd put the tip of the knife to the expensive table cloth, and drag it towards her, creating a rip in the cloth. All this occurred in such a short space of time that it caught Issac off guard, as he stretched out his hand thinking she was going to hurt herself. And if i stop looking for her, I'll never find her....! I c-can't let him leave until i find mom , Delilah glanced at Issac, still as innocent as ever, but with red eyes paired with flawless, porcelain skin. She didn't know her strong thoughts themselves would cause a friend a little pain and much trouble, all she knew is that her own blood boiled with such anger she bottled in.

The pain and trouble was, in fact, Delilah's powers manifesting and unknowingly being used by her on Issac. The effect wasn't major, or strong, but it caused the blood in his veins to thicken and slow. Needless to say, this caused him problems, in the form of a throbbing head, numbness towards the ends of him limbs, and he had a slightly harder time moving. It only took a moment for Issac to realize what was happening, and it almost made him take his other form on instinct, but he resisted the urge, "Little one, please calm d-"

It was at this moment that his master and Delilah's mother entered the hall, which caused Issac to immediately stand up straighter and turn around to face them, though it the slight signs of shakiness would be noticeable to Vlad, "Sir..." He said in a tone to not cause worry, but let Vlad know he needed to talk to him. Delilah peeked around Issac after sulking behind him with the noise of a loud interest. Her father's eyes lit up. Yes, he was happy, but not for long. She smiled weakly and the dimness of her overall composure of guilt would be just as noticeable as Issac's shakiness.

Wait...who was that women next to her father? She was so beautiful, even the way her tattered dress hung to her curves and how her hair would fall in a mess of burrs, roses, and raven hair. Her scent was all to familiar, it reminded Delilah of the place she was at before this where her mother would make pancakes, with strawberries, and sugars. Delilah wouldn't talk too much at the kitchen table, not concerned about mattered but the fact that her plate was drowned in syrup so much, she would eat quickly so she could spoon the spare syrup out of the plate before her pancakes would take it all.

Her mother.

Delilah's eyes brightened and she ran towards this women, hugging her waist and placing her hair on the women's abdomen. Last time she would've seen her daughter, her head would've only make it to her lower thighs. "Daddy, you found her." She wrapped her tail around the back of her mother's knees, but something didn't feel quite right. Her mother was fine, but she didn't know why the presence of her mother made her wonder more about the presence next to her- it didn't match up to the memories being with her brought back. Her father always took care of his family which was his number one thing in life, but he brought this women back looking like she'd survive war. Who was that face, blurred in her memories around the hotel kitchen table?

Filthy or Golden?

*Tackles Ursa* intruding on personal space is worse c: