As soon as the sun was fully filtered, Morianna could feel the kitchen filling up. She could feel Mei and Iem walk in. Strange how these two experiments were half demons... but it was that way. She smiled at Oriana and shook her head no. "I would, but I just ate strawberries dear." The tiger that frequently followed Oriana around gave her the predator's once over before going back to his own food. Morianna nodded in his direction. She smiled at Mei and Iem just as they left in her own little greeting. Her ears pricked when more footsteps made their way toward the kitchen. Rin stepped in first. Then, shortly after, her lover Damien did as well. She smiled at each before looking at the clock again. 7:03. Right on time, she thought, walking from the kitchen.

"By the way," she said on her way out, "I sense we may be getting someone new soon. I hope you are all as welcoming as possible if it does happen." With another smile, she left the kitchen and searched for Damien. He was probably holed up in a quiet place. So many people could raise stress levels like crazy. She peeked into the study hall, eyes zooming in on Damien. "Good morning," she said softly, finding a seat next to him. "Obsessively studying everyone's past again?" Her eyebrows raised a fraction. Morianna didn't have much in her past he didn't already know about anyway.

She rested her head very gently against his shoulder, feeling her grogginess slowly lift. It would take a couple more hours before she was functioning enough. "There's a possibility someone new may be arri"- Just as the words were slipping out, the knock echoed through the house. Her nerves jumped quickly and then settled back down. "We have a new person today," she stated instead, smiling. "Be nice please." She kissed his cheek and stood, making her way to the front door of the house. She opened the door and looked at the obviously full demon. No one else would know the code to this house. Next to him stood a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen.

She stepped aside and gestured for them to enter, closing the door behind them. "Good morning. We didn't expect many people so early. My name is Morianna Sparks." She extended her hand for a handshake, another smile slowly lighting her face.

I walked down the road. My father behind me. He wasn't all that bad looking for a demon. I was geussing thats where my looks came from. We got to the gate and he typed in a code and it opened. We walked to the door and nocked.

Damien wasn't the biggest morning person you would want to have around. And having a bad temper made even the most bravest of people become wary of his anger. He felt the bed become limp on the other side, knowing her lover, Morianna would already be moving about. He slid his hand to the warm spot where Morianna had once laid a few minutes ago. He rolled over to her side, his side heating up quite quickly. He leaned over the side of the bed and slid out, falling to the floor without a sound. As his body stood, a silhouette was formed on the darkened wall. He walked over to the large window in the center of the wall near where the bed laid and opened the window blinds. The sun beamed on his bare self, as it heated his skin, he groaned, opening his bright white eyes, his black hair messy.

Hearing the voices of the other residents of the house that was ten miles away from the closet city was a relief to him, he rarely had to worry about protecting his mate, Morianna. He grew weary again and slipped on a black-satin, ankle length robe and tied it tightly just over his belly button. He groaned once more, slipping on a pair of white, fuzzy slippers and exited the room he was in. Walking down the hall silently, one resident bothered him. The girl with the unusually large cat was a mystery, but didn't bother to ask questions. Peering in each of the rooms, made him ponder each of them, every single detail was to be known about them, but some of them seemed quiet and he definitely didn't want to be rude. Yawning, he breathed in deeply, his black hair covering his white eyes from being viewed. Questioning his own self about why his parents abused him was a difficult answer to find, but hew still pondered the answer today. Rounding a corner to the stairs, he slowly descended down them, keeping his head low. He reached the bottom quickly and began to head towards the kitchen, keeping all movements and sounds to a minimum for right now.

The question of why the full bloods banned all half-bloods from the realm was beyond him and it still came to mind why his parents did everything the did to him. A reason never came, but he never gave up in finding the answer to an unanswered question. He entered the busy kitchen and found everyone up, he usually was the last one up, but sometimes the first. He slid into the question, grabbing a cup and pouring some water into it. He looked around, Rin, Sanjay, Mei and Iem, and of course Morianna were all up. He sighed quietly and grabbed a piece of bread and an apple. He left the kitchen quickly, going into the study hall to read up on the history of him and everyone else and their abilities.

Mei and Iem glanced around the kitchen. It was becoming a bit too crowded for their liking. They didnt like eating in front of people very much. Well, Iem didnt. They both had a few rows of very sharp teeth on top and bottom jaws, and Iem was always selfconscious to eat around people. They pulled a couple chairs close together, and sat quietly at the table.

Mei occupied himself with his claws. They had normal hands underneithe them as they were just gloves, and were solely used for protection. He used his claws with pricision to unwrap his face enough to where just his eye was showing. Both of the brothers had one bright blue eye that matched their raven hair. Meis right eye was damaged at birth, and Iems left eye was damaged when they were about four. Mei looked around curiously and eyed the big cat on the floor. He wasnt nessiarily scared of him, but he was warey, and with good reson. That cat could probaby sit on him and crush him thanks to his thin frame.

Iem just laid his hand on his lap and kept his eyes on the floor. He was very nervous around people and just tryed not to be noticed. He listened to Oriana offer Morianna a grape. His stomach growled wantingly at the mention of food. He preferred fruit to meat, and if it wasnt for the tiger eating meat in front of him, he might actually have been hungry enough to go get a few.

She'd been up ALL night... And she still wasn't tired.Oriana lay out on her bed, Sanjay taking up the second half of the matress. He was a big guy, but a very smart, lovable kitten inside, really. He'd been with her through everything; Even having abandoned her parents with her in an effort to ensure her safety. Well? She was a demon, and wouldn't die instantaneously if something happened. Well... HALF demon... The thought made her disgusted. She couldn't be one, she had to be TWO. Oh, no, she couldn't be a normal anything. She was human, but not. She was demon, and yet, NOT.

Frustrated, she sat up, and leaned on the tiger's flank as he rose with her. "Sanjay? Want to take a walk? Get something to eat...? Maybe?" she asked the tiger hopefully, feeling an enormous paw settle itself gently on her back.
(I "You needn't ask, because you know I'd go with you regardless of how badly I want to go. And mostly for the food, I admit.") the feline purred in reply, nudging her off lightly and hopping off the bed. The springs creaked from the relief of his weight, and a grinning Oriana followed him, amazed that the bed hadn't been crushed ALREADY.

The pair left the room and strolled down the stairs, all the while conversing about who was getting what from the refridgerator. How odd the two should fight over food when Sanjay was almost entirely carnivore and Oriana had been a vegitarian for as long as she could remember. But the one thing the pair loved most? Berries. Blueberries, strawberries, cheeries, elderberries, even grapes, though Sanjay didn't really consider them (b berries...

Oriana shuffled across the tile floor, her hand wrapping around the handle on the fridge. She pulled at it, and surveyed the contents, Sanjay pawing expectantly at the freezer. Yes, Sanjay's paw could reach the freezer. Oriana was average, if not your average midget, and Sanjay was a GIGANTIC tiger, even for big tigers. His head came up to her chest, and his paws were the size of her head. However? He was probably the most graceful organism in the manor. He'd never broken anything, or gone into a violent fit. He wasn't wild in any way, shape, or form, though he had been very protective of Oriana at first. But that was a month ago, and they were now more than comfortable.

Oriana pulled the package of grapes out of the fridge, and yanked a huge frozen slab of meat from the back of the freezer for him. Anticipating the time the steak had to take in the microwave, he sat, waiting patiently, as she laid it on a plate and placed it in the microwave for thirty seconds. Once it was done, she poked it, feeling it was warm, but not in ANY way cooked. She took the plate and the grapes to the table.

"We have company." Sanjay observed, gnawing at the meat with obvious joy. He didn't scarf it down, and rather savored the taste, because then he'd still be hungry. He could eat two Orianas' a day, but he sufficed with three slabs of meat about a fourth of his size per day. The back of the freezer held about ten of his meals at once, so Oriana was at the butcher shop every other day to keep stocked.

Oriana slipped two grapes into her mouth, and waved to Morianna. "Hi! Grape?" she offered, holding up a full bunch of the several in the bag. Sanjay paused for a second to look her over; As though checking for hostility or weapons, and went back to his bloody meal. Aside from his white fluffy white lips, he was surprisingly clean of the blood.

Alarm Clock? From the other side of the room in the shower, a head turns, and the golden eyes narrow. God-darn alarm clock, she's up. Damnit. Frowning, the female seizes the nearest towel and wraps it about herself, steps across the threshold and proceeds to slam her fist down onto the clock. The red digits that had read 06:32 die into the black screen, of which is reflecting the deepest irritation within the owners' eyes. Rin Kiyoura silences the squealing of alarm-clock, turns back around, and proceeds to dress herself for the oncoming day.

Not even Rin knows why she gets up so early. Perhaps so there is more hours in the day~? Pulling a polo-neck jumper over her head, green today, Rin glances up into the mirror. She hasn't done her hair yet so, quite naturally, it's all over the place. A wild tumbling of auburn that often falls over her eyes, much to her own distain. And so, pulling two sections from above her ears, she pulls them back behind her head and ties them there with her signature black ribbon. If she were to walk about society, you'd think Rin Kiyoura to be your average teenager. She was, about a year ago.

She played on the basket-ball team, she would lay on the grass and talk to her friends about nothing in particular. Summer breezes would sweep her mad hair from her face when she walked alongside her younger sibling, Kokoru, and teachers would scold her for coming into class with paint all over her skirt. Where did those days go? Rins' world has been drained into shades of black and red, for it was her who ended such happy memories. Down in flames they went, the screaming of Kokoru to haunt her for many a year to come. Halfling she is - in times of anger or stress, her skin will crawl as if there is fire licking under her skin. Many a time she has singed her own clothing. Like today... Next to the Smiley-Face badge on her skirt is a burn mark. Not from flame, but from where she gripped it yester-morn, when the people next door were thumping about. Again.

Once she has pulled on her tights, coloured obnoxiously, Rin is only too happy to slip out into the coridoor. Padding past the rooms, her hands disappearing into her sleeves with an uncharacteristic bout of nerves. Through the curtains at the other end of the stair-case, a shaft of early-sun penetrates. Illuminating the half-closed orbs of gold as Rin descends; turning her face away, she slips down a floor. And heads, as always, for the kitchen.

Mei and Iem were already awake and moving about the house> They walked in perfect pace with each other and they were very quiet as they moved. Their wrapped up feet helped with that, making their foot steps almost silent. They were always up at the early moring hours. They didnt need much sleep, and were usually the first to rise. They wandered into the kitchen, and both spotted Morianna. Mei just kept going, but Iem was more hesitant. He kept his head low as his brother led him into the room with said female in it.

It was early. That was all Morianna could tell. That, and she could tell they would be getting someone new soon. Maybe not today, but soon. Perhaps it was because she'd lived here so long, or perhaps it was because it was almost like she was a sort of leader figure, but she could always feel what was going on in the house. If it were bad, her thoughts would darken and her gut would tell her, but if it was good, it would probably be a normal day... or as normal as it could get in a house loaded with half breed demons.

For many years of her life, Morianna Sparks has lived in this house among other half breeds. Some of the half breeds that arrived drifted away after they transition into the human world, and a few of them stuck around longer. Morianna has never drifted away from the mansion, though. The large building was not only a home, but a place she just couldn't bring herself to leave. Most of her history was here, and more of it would add on as she got older because of her Demon Aging ability.

At the moment, other demons resided here. Unfortunately, since finding a half breed is so rare, the house was very quiet at the moment. She looked across from her to her lover, Damien, before rolling out of bed. If he was sleeping, disturbing him wouldn't be wise. His temper may snap. She could deal with his temper, she was probably the best at dealing with it, but she was far to groggy to do so right now. With a flip of her flaming red hair, she reached for a grey hoodie to slide over her pajamas. She zipped it up all the way, sliding the hood over her hair.

Sea green eyes scanned around the darkened bedroom a moment. Her sight adjusted quickly. Carefully, she slid on a pair of fuzzy green slippers before shuffling silently around the bed. Her stomach growled, signaling it was time to eat. With a grimace, she bent down to kiss Damien's forehead before shuffling out of the room and toward the stairs. Sleeping in the first room caught her in the second floor. It also kept her close to the kitchen. Who didn't like a midnight snack once in a blue moon... or twice. With a soft smile, she started down the stairs, and then she turned sharply into the kitchen. The door swung shut behind her.

The slam was enough to make her jump. She examined the kitchen, turning on one of the lights to help her see. No one was there. Motion must have taken course. With a sigh, she opened the fridge and dug out the package of strawberries. "Lovely," she murmured to herself, popping open the plastic lid and snatching a big, juicy strawberry. With a grin, she took a bit. Half the strawberry remained. Another bight and only the leaves remained. With a smile, she hopped up onto the counter. Sunlight filtered in through the curtains weakly. It was already a little past sunrise.

She glanced around the kitchen for the nearest clock. 6:12 The red numbers stayed that way for a minute before clicking to the next minute. She took another strawberry mechanically and kept eating. Still, her eyes had locked on the clock while she let her thoughts wander aimlessly. Another minute ticked. When she reached for another strawberry... her hand felt nothing. She blinked her eyes and looked down, finding she had eaten all of them. She looked at the clock again. 6:49. With a frown, she closed the lid and threw the package out.

In another ten minutes, she would start with her normal early morning rituals... or probably space off again. She sighed again and sat on the counter, staring outside at the slowly rising sun. The world didn't know about this place, but if they did, she would go crazy. There would be buildings around, and people. It would block away the beautiful view she had of the sun. Of course, there was a town ten miles away, but it was far enough away that she could wake up and watch a sunrise if she ever remembered to.