xAsunaWolfx
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8 yrs ago
My username may contain wolf, however, I'm actually a dog. Give me attention.
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9 yrs ago
Do you realize that if you call a restroom a bathroom that has no bathing facilities in it, you're just lying to yourself and the rest of the world? :D
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I'm back :3
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Yo. I'm a university student. I do the honors program with a major in Biomedical science and a minor in microbiology. I might have a brain but I don't always use it (aka I say a lot of dumb shit). I love getting to know people and I've met some life long friends from this site. With that being said, I am very busy during the school year but I hope to be around here a little more like I was before guild fall. I guess I grew up on this site a little. I've been around here since I was 15, so I've been roleplaying for quite awhile. I love fantasy, slice of life, anime ....and the kind of stuff you only RP in PMs *SUBTLE HINT*. Guinea pigs are my favorite animals and tofu is my favorite food. Oh, and I'm not a white person. I'm more of a dark white.. not really black but grey if you will. I'm not really a normal person.
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NO. NO. I'LL DO IT. JUST KSALNDSLKSNALKASN ME. done.
hi shadow : D. I hope you doooo come back.
No offence Hi but...We kinda need you around to send humans, otherwise everything is frozen. X.x still waiting to see if i can make an interest check, also
No offence Hi but...We kinda need you around to send humans, otherwise everything is frozen. X.x still waiting to see if i can make an interest check, also
Marissa Lopez
The final puff a smoke he blew at Marissa for the time being begun to slowly widdle away her nerves and the calm composure with a fit of coughs to the crease of her elbow. Although the girl had a rebellious twinge to her, she did have enough manners to keep from coughing on Lord Giles. Somehow, this infuriated her, as sung by the pinpoint of her sharp pupils angled directly at his, or the subtle glare. Despite her windpipes feeling swollen and the sting of her eyes after the coughs were over, she jumped to answer his questions- right after the first word of Alexandre’s statement. Whether her interruption was accidental or intentional was unclear, the raise of her irritation spewed out a wave of careless confidence; she was meeting Lord Giles’s eyes.
“Using your political power to collapse the whole RBUC? No no, eventually that will cause disturbances places where you don’t want to raise a finger against. That will slowly sap your power. However….if you do wish to take down a majority of it, relate your actions using movements similar to the Spanish rebellion against the French in 1808, utilizing the Guerrilla warfare tactics . One small area skillfully at a time will all make it but a game of chest to you.”
The women seemed to be deep in thought, occasional looking down as if she were to be gathering them, when it was actually sneaking a break from his stare. “Something needs to be done if you feel like they cannot be kept at bay.” Marissa shook her head at the final question, her ponytail would swirl around to touch the side of her neck once.
“No. Blood servants can be kept at bay. “ Her tone had fallen to a soft mummer, swelling up into a convicting tone. “I haven’t fessed up to anything because I know my ability to cry innocent is poor and a waste of energy. Why try if I know my strengths lay elsewhere? . He should practice working with people. His small grudges would destine him to kill the wrong person for you, Lord Giles. If anything, it has made blood servants loose respect for alexander with his such rash actions, for killing someone for doing .their. job. “ Marissa’s head turned to Alexandre with a sly, intelligent smile, one that would make him wish he could wipe it away for her- she knew he was there the whole time. “ Oh, you’re back.”
The final puff a smoke he blew at Marissa for the time being begun to slowly widdle away her nerves and the calm composure with a fit of coughs to the crease of her elbow. Although the girl had a rebellious twinge to her, she did have enough manners to keep from coughing on Lord Giles. Somehow, this infuriated her, as sung by the pinpoint of her sharp pupils angled directly at his, or the subtle glare. Despite her windpipes feeling swollen and the sting of her eyes after the coughs were over, she jumped to answer his questions- right after the first word of Alexandre’s statement. Whether her interruption was accidental or intentional was unclear, the raise of her irritation spewed out a wave of careless confidence; she was meeting Lord Giles’s eyes.
“Using your political power to collapse the whole RBUC? No no, eventually that will cause disturbances places where you don’t want to raise a finger against. That will slowly sap your power. However….if you do wish to take down a majority of it, relate your actions using movements similar to the Spanish rebellion against the French in 1808, utilizing the Guerrilla warfare tactics . One small area skillfully at a time will all make it but a game of chest to you.”
The women seemed to be deep in thought, occasional looking down as if she were to be gathering them, when it was actually sneaking a break from his stare. “Something needs to be done if you feel like they cannot be kept at bay.” Marissa shook her head at the final question, her ponytail would swirl around to touch the side of her neck once.
“No. Blood servants can be kept at bay. “ Her tone had fallen to a soft mummer, swelling up into a convicting tone. “I haven’t fessed up to anything because I know my ability to cry innocent is poor and a waste of energy. Why try if I know my strengths lay elsewhere? . He should practice working with people. His small grudges would destine him to kill the wrong person for you, Lord Giles. If anything, it has made blood servants loose respect for alexander with his such rash actions, for killing someone for doing .their. job. “ Marissa’s head turned to Alexandre with a sly, intelligent smile, one that would make him wish he could wipe it away for her- she knew he was there the whole time. “ Oh, you’re back.”
i hate time zones. ill post soon
Marissa Lopez
Dungeon, Dungeon, Dungeon! One side of Marissa’s mind pleaded, cluttering her thoughts with fragments of running or being anywhere, but at the feet of Lord Giles. However, the other side, and very differing, craved for challenge, trouble, and much of the sorts that wasn’t great for a servant who wanted to live. She merely smiled as he carried on the fairy tale, appeased with his sense of humor that actually wasn’t there (Not picking up the signs that he was politely warning her). Marissa knew she would crumble into pieces looking into the vampire’s eyes with one glance, so the crafty girl made a habit out of glancing at numerous spots on his face: The bridge of his nose, his forehead, temples, even the corner of his eyes.
“This name’s Marissa,” She announced in the sweetest tone she could muster as he left her with a waft of smoke. Oh god. My lung are dying. She kept a steady rhythm of breath, save a huff or two, thanks to the fact that she wasn’t really breathing. The girl narrowed her eyes, shifting forwards, and puckered her lips gently to blow a gentle stream of air out of them, pushing smoke into the vampire’s eyes.
“Marissa J’Francis Lopez.” A heavy Spanish accent accented her name before she returned to her proper English accent.
“I believe the R.B.U.C’s works are wonderful with the regulation of all species of beings that is why I feel the need to work” She inserts the last couple of words hesitantly, she begun to sway with tension yet insisted with a confident tone. She didn’t necessarily lie but didn’t tell the whole truth of how she’d grown weary of her family’s mansion and arranged marriages. None of that had ever flown over well for the girl
.”…. Unless all vampires become imprisoned.”
Send Alexandre first!
“Then it is a matter of fact ,useless, if there is no one in the governing body. But I fear, you have wolves among the sheep, or ones who are secretly plotting a downfall.” Marissa departed from her place, quickly refilling the advisor’s cup to the brim with tea with a small, dark chuckle directed at him, swiftly returning to her spot.
” Unfortunately they do not only get two tries, but an infinite times until you, M’lad-…Lord Giles, put an end to them. Take it from me that you should trust no one but yourself. Or me. I'm pretty dependable when i feel a clear motive to be.”
Dungeon, Dungeon, Dungeon! One side of Marissa’s mind pleaded, cluttering her thoughts with fragments of running or being anywhere, but at the feet of Lord Giles. However, the other side, and very differing, craved for challenge, trouble, and much of the sorts that wasn’t great for a servant who wanted to live. She merely smiled as he carried on the fairy tale, appeased with his sense of humor that actually wasn’t there (Not picking up the signs that he was politely warning her). Marissa knew she would crumble into pieces looking into the vampire’s eyes with one glance, so the crafty girl made a habit out of glancing at numerous spots on his face: The bridge of his nose, his forehead, temples, even the corner of his eyes.
“This name’s Marissa,” She announced in the sweetest tone she could muster as he left her with a waft of smoke. Oh god. My lung are dying. She kept a steady rhythm of breath, save a huff or two, thanks to the fact that she wasn’t really breathing. The girl narrowed her eyes, shifting forwards, and puckered her lips gently to blow a gentle stream of air out of them, pushing smoke into the vampire’s eyes.
“Marissa J’Francis Lopez.” A heavy Spanish accent accented her name before she returned to her proper English accent.
“I believe the R.B.U.C’s works are wonderful with the regulation of all species of beings that is why I feel the need to work” She inserts the last couple of words hesitantly, she begun to sway with tension yet insisted with a confident tone. She didn’t necessarily lie but didn’t tell the whole truth of how she’d grown weary of her family’s mansion and arranged marriages. None of that had ever flown over well for the girl
.”…. Unless all vampires become imprisoned.”
Send Alexandre first!
“Then it is a matter of fact ,useless, if there is no one in the governing body. But I fear, you have wolves among the sheep, or ones who are secretly plotting a downfall.” Marissa departed from her place, quickly refilling the advisor’s cup to the brim with tea with a small, dark chuckle directed at him, swiftly returning to her spot.
” Unfortunately they do not only get two tries, but an infinite times until you, M’lad-…Lord Giles, put an end to them. Take it from me that you should trust no one but yourself. Or me. I'm pretty dependable when i feel a clear motive to be.”
Collaboration between xAsunawolfx and Ghostshadow
Marissa’s internal fire faced a downpour of rain by being told to stay among the numerous people of the room. The company of so many others was so comfort, so sweet, as if she had someone to hide behind if Lord Giles had suddenly combusted in flames. She appeared to be listening to the Lord’s bland tone and acknowledging him with a frown upon his request for tea, however, for half of it she was staring through the reflection of his shoes at Alexandre, oh how she!....She didn’t know how she felt about that boy!
She waited for some time to fly by after the lord departed- suddenly, now the atmosphere was tense as she fumed to him
“Oh course you don’t toy and play around, especially when I have not made you the player of the game. They…come in levels. That was the first.” She paused, opening her mouth to say something before it closed silently. In the spur of the moment, she rolled her green eyes as she pushed her bangs to the side, the look on her face would make it clear that this would be painful for her to say. “Thank you.”
Alexandre kept his head bent down humbly as the Patriarch fumed at him. The Protector was nearly silent, letting the older Vampire have his moment to vent before offering a quiet, "Yes, my lord" at his command to release Dolf.
He turned sharply to look at Marissa as she began her own little roasting turn. "I've no longer the time, nor the patience to deal with you today." He said, completely ignoring her thank-you, though whether it was intentional or simply unheard was not specified.
He turned to look out the window, feeling the cool chill of night permeate his very being. This would be a good night.
He moved into one of the mansion's numerous studies, sitting down at one of the ornate desks to write a letter. Though the hour was late and darkness had fallen, Alexandre's enhanced senses allowed him to see the parchment with ease without the need for a candle or lantern.
He had gone through writing the normal formal protocol, establishing this as a formal document for the release of Mr. James Herrold Dolf from the RBUC headquarters upon receiving the letter.
Alexandre signed his name at the bottom of the page before reaching to stamp on the formal Clan Desmodontinae seal of approval.
Feeling his work was done, he closed the letter; keeping it held with a wax seal that also bore the Colony's sigil.
He rose from the desk and stepped out into the main room, motioning for one of the numerous Blood Servants to come to him. He handed the young man the letter and gave him his instructions before sending him off in a hurry.
“Don’t worry, I presume your ego will be back to normal by tomorrow.” Marissa calls out after him as if she wore a doctor curing him of his horrible disease, her fingernails would tap against her palms and eventually dig into the tender skin with a feeling she could not describe.
Suddenly, she was reminded of the cup of tea she had to collect for Lord Giles. Did he plan to scold her more than he already had? Maybe the dungeon didn’t look so bad after all…
About five minutes after Lord Giles had left, Marissa knocked at the door frame gently, waiting for a pause to come along his conversation with his adviser. Before her first step inside, the blood servant swallowed, forgetting to breathe as she carried a two empty cups of tea with a tea pot upon a fancy plate with red decorations. She found a table separating him and his company, placing the set upon that as she proceeded to pour them both steaming cups of tea- English black tea, without lemon, and a touch of cream. I hope he isn’t that one picky person who only takes perfected works. She thought as she wordlessly handed tea to his adviser. As she poured his cup, her eyes darted to him a couple times; the green, vibrant orbs carried a sense of pride. “ Giles …Lord Giles (she added this quickly)….crying wolf worked twice for the boy.” As she said this, she rose from her posture and neared the elder vampire swiftly; her boat would echo a noise similar to heels. She offered him the cup.
Marissa’s internal fire faced a downpour of rain by being told to stay among the numerous people of the room. The company of so many others was so comfort, so sweet, as if she had someone to hide behind if Lord Giles had suddenly combusted in flames. She appeared to be listening to the Lord’s bland tone and acknowledging him with a frown upon his request for tea, however, for half of it she was staring through the reflection of his shoes at Alexandre, oh how she!....She didn’t know how she felt about that boy!
She waited for some time to fly by after the lord departed- suddenly, now the atmosphere was tense as she fumed to him
“Oh course you don’t toy and play around, especially when I have not made you the player of the game. They…come in levels. That was the first.” She paused, opening her mouth to say something before it closed silently. In the spur of the moment, she rolled her green eyes as she pushed her bangs to the side, the look on her face would make it clear that this would be painful for her to say. “Thank you.”
Alexandre kept his head bent down humbly as the Patriarch fumed at him. The Protector was nearly silent, letting the older Vampire have his moment to vent before offering a quiet, "Yes, my lord" at his command to release Dolf.
He turned sharply to look at Marissa as she began her own little roasting turn. "I've no longer the time, nor the patience to deal with you today." He said, completely ignoring her thank-you, though whether it was intentional or simply unheard was not specified.
He turned to look out the window, feeling the cool chill of night permeate his very being. This would be a good night.
He moved into one of the mansion's numerous studies, sitting down at one of the ornate desks to write a letter. Though the hour was late and darkness had fallen, Alexandre's enhanced senses allowed him to see the parchment with ease without the need for a candle or lantern.
He had gone through writing the normal formal protocol, establishing this as a formal document for the release of Mr. James Herrold Dolf from the RBUC headquarters upon receiving the letter.
Alexandre signed his name at the bottom of the page before reaching to stamp on the formal Clan Desmodontinae seal of approval.
Feeling his work was done, he closed the letter; keeping it held with a wax seal that also bore the Colony's sigil.
He rose from the desk and stepped out into the main room, motioning for one of the numerous Blood Servants to come to him. He handed the young man the letter and gave him his instructions before sending him off in a hurry.
“Don’t worry, I presume your ego will be back to normal by tomorrow.” Marissa calls out after him as if she wore a doctor curing him of his horrible disease, her fingernails would tap against her palms and eventually dig into the tender skin with a feeling she could not describe.
Suddenly, she was reminded of the cup of tea she had to collect for Lord Giles. Did he plan to scold her more than he already had? Maybe the dungeon didn’t look so bad after all…
About five minutes after Lord Giles had left, Marissa knocked at the door frame gently, waiting for a pause to come along his conversation with his adviser. Before her first step inside, the blood servant swallowed, forgetting to breathe as she carried a two empty cups of tea with a tea pot upon a fancy plate with red decorations. She found a table separating him and his company, placing the set upon that as she proceeded to pour them both steaming cups of tea- English black tea, without lemon, and a touch of cream. I hope he isn’t that one picky person who only takes perfected works. She thought as she wordlessly handed tea to his adviser. As she poured his cup, her eyes darted to him a couple times; the green, vibrant orbs carried a sense of pride. “ Giles …Lord Giles (she added this quickly)….crying wolf worked twice for the boy.” As she said this, she rose from her posture and neared the elder vampire swiftly; her boat would echo a noise similar to heels. She offered him the cup.
I like how kate and chick are like "These fools." XD
Sure ^^ Just complete your CS & Read the rules
sigh,can i make an interest check if you will not?
Kate, Cages
A heavy sigh erupted from the blonde female, her hand extended from her side and gripped the metal, bringing a red color to her strangling fingers as Broby’s words continue. Idiot. Her brained summed up her feelings of the man in one word as she sat up abruptly, her eyes skirting over the man as if he was already dead- she whispered to him. Instead of calling him such, she would politely try to elongate his stay here
“Your first mistake is vocalizing your plan, so they can hear you. If you want to kill everyone here, be my guess but you need a supernatural on your side. Trust me. I know, I’ve learned. Make whoever you get become fond of you, or fall in love with you. See if it is your desire, together, to rebel. Some choose to stay, and live peacefully. You need to be turned.” She shakes her head as recalled memories of Nixon flood her head. Oh yeah….Where is he? Kate stares at Broby for a couple of seconds, the moments of compassion in her eyes of her memories, obsolete. “You will find your weapons in the armory, if you are lucky. Sometimes your new….companion will have them. Lay low…” She points him at a direction,”Or go that way, to the manager’s office, if you wish to meet your doom.”
Noise from the other cages had irked the girl somewhat, having already gone through this phase. She would leave them to swallow reality, as she had a long time ago.
A heavy sigh erupted from the blonde female, her hand extended from her side and gripped the metal, bringing a red color to her strangling fingers as Broby’s words continue. Idiot. Her brained summed up her feelings of the man in one word as she sat up abruptly, her eyes skirting over the man as if he was already dead- she whispered to him. Instead of calling him such, she would politely try to elongate his stay here
“Your first mistake is vocalizing your plan, so they can hear you. If you want to kill everyone here, be my guess but you need a supernatural on your side. Trust me. I know, I’ve learned. Make whoever you get become fond of you, or fall in love with you. See if it is your desire, together, to rebel. Some choose to stay, and live peacefully. You need to be turned.” She shakes her head as recalled memories of Nixon flood her head. Oh yeah….Where is he? Kate stares at Broby for a couple of seconds, the moments of compassion in her eyes of her memories, obsolete. “You will find your weapons in the armory, if you are lucky. Sometimes your new….companion will have them. Lay low…” She points him at a direction,”Or go that way, to the manager’s office, if you wish to meet your doom.”
Noise from the other cages had irked the girl somewhat, having already gone through this phase. She would leave them to swallow reality, as she had a long time ago.
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