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  muta / 3d 21h 16m 57s
[center [font "Arial" A soft light poured through the open window of the dorm room. It's warm rays kissed everything it touched, leaving its golden lips stick trail on the slumbering body beneath it. The body was ripped, almost like it was carved from stone. Every curve was perfection, even the protruding scars and maimed marks all along the pearly skin. The only indication that it wasn't a Michelangelo sculpture was the steady rise and fall of his chest as he slumbered. Locks of tawny hair glowed honey as it was spread in a mess of curls haloing his face.
His face was chiseled like his body, but had a softness to it that you wouldn't expect from a godlike creature. He had long eyelashes that matched the same fawn of his hair. They casted shadows on his cheeks gently peppered with freckles. His rosy lips were slightly parted inhaling and exhaling soundlessly. It seemed like a sin to wake him.

Good thing Greyson was a filthy heathen.
A petite female with lavender hair that cascaded down her back stood over the sleeping piece of art. A cheshire grin resided on her lips as she stared at her prey. She cradled a silver bucket in her skinny arms. It sloshed with liquid. Letting out a giggle, she lifted it and proceeded to dump it. Frigid water gushed from the pail, drenching the boy.

The male burst into life pushing the attacker to the floor. He was beastly. His eyes burned with anger. They were mismatching colours just like his socks. His face twisted and contorted with malic. The beautiful face of a greek god was now the snout of a reptile. Fangs drawn, jaw agape, smoke bellowing. Two bat wings tore from his back, ripping through the newly healed skin. They stretched more than ten feet in each direction crashing through the walls on both sides, knocking things from shelves and plaster crumbling to the ground. The hybrid roared.

The small female, now the size of a mouse compared to the dragon boy didn't flinch. Her gaze didn't waver and the cheshire grin stayed stagnant. It only took a moment for the reptile to recognize the intruder. He thundered in frustration.
Wings retracted.
Snout retracted.
Back to beautiful human boy.

All he could do is stare back at the girl. He was silent. Blood trickled from the wounds on his shoulder blades. He knew better than to use his wings in his human form.
[b [#cc6699 "Good morning Sylus, why so grumpy?"]] Hissed playfully. Flashing fangs with a sly smile, she ran her fingers through her hair.
[b [#666699 "Josslyn. Why. cant. you. wake. me. like. a. normal. person."]] He spat through clenched teeth.
[b [#cc6699 "Sylus, you forgot that I [i don't] sleep. This is my favourite part of the day!"]]
Josslyn was a noble vampire. She was supposed to take the throne of her coven, but she wasn't serious enough to yet. [s figures.]
Sylus was the only dragonblood at Ravenwood. They were a rare species that most people thought had died out centuries ago. There wasn't any special housing for his kind so he roomed with the vampires since his blood wasn't edible.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out a sigh. He didn't sign up for the energetic vampiress to be his roommate.
[b [#666699 Fine, let me get dressed and we can go get breakfast."]] He grumbled in defeat.
The girl squealed with delight and ran out of the room. Sylus never knew where she was going. He almost didn't want to know.

Inspecting the damage, he decided to ignore the fact that his room was in ruins. Instead he sauntered to the bathroom. After washing his face, he cleaned his wounds and changed into clean clothes. He had run out of gauze so his steel grey shirt stuck to the gashes. It stung, but he didn't care. He thought Josslyn had grown out of this method of waking him up since she hadn't done it since last semester. But surprise surprise. He attempted to brush his bedhead, but he couldn't tame it, so he resigned that job. Once he was ready, he met the bouncy girl on the steps of the dormitory.

The two grabbed coffee and pastries to eat on the lawn. Even though Josslyn didn't have to eat solid food, she enjoyed it. It was like a game to her. Plopping themselves into the grass, Sylus winced as his shirt shifted on his back. He could feel the blood soaking through the fabric. He was going to have to see the nurse later. Crossing his long legs, shoveling carbs into his mouth. He admired the pale sky before averting his gaze from the clouds to the siblings that were walking past them. They were the Crawford twins. It killed Sylus that they kept to themselves. He wanted to get to know them, but it was so damn hard. It didn't mean he wasn't going to try.

[b [ "Hey Kanton! Kivah! Want to eat with us?"]] Sylus called to them. He lifted a muscular arm to wave them over. His divergent eyes dance with confidence.
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[p June 16th, 2028: Midmorning in the jörðin Tribe]
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A young native lay in the grass soaking up the sun. He body was nestled into the greenery. Locks of raven hair feathered around him haloing his cheeks as the boy snoozed. The only indication of his mortality was the steady rise and fall of his chest. Flora snaked its way sound his legs and laced between his nose. The grass grew unnaturally to blanket him. An earsplitting crack echoed in the distance causing two amber eyes to snap open. Abruptly sitting up, the lawn uprooted around him. Turning his attention to the sound, he heard a faint wail that he made out.

[i "Hau!"]

Lunging to his feet, the boy responded without missing a beat. Digging his heels into the terrain, Hau launched himself forward. All he could do is pray for his feet not to fail him. His strides were long and desperate. It was almost as if his legs were crying in desperation.
Crashing into where his village inhabited, his breath hitched in his throat at the sight.

Amber eyes watched in horror as the world crumbled. He had always thought that in the moments before death would be in slow motions; that every memory would play on a film reel in your own personal theatre. But Hau didn’t have that luxury, the time to reminisce. Instead he was in the present standing among his people fleeing in every direction. He could hear the cries muffled through the blood roaring in his ears. There was surreal about the situation.

Hau was knocked out of his daze by a body barreling into him. Staggering, his gaze focused on the form that was scrambling to find balance. He recognized it as his tribe mother. There was a panic in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before. It was raw and consuming her entire being. Reaching a hand out to her, he was stopped by the deafening crack of a gunshot. He watched as the woman before him buckle over and smack to the earth. A bloodcurdling scream broke through his ear drums. He couldn’t comprehend that the sound was coming from him.
Time stopped around him. He surveyed his surroundings. Mounds of death littered the earth. The wooden huts that resided on the on the skirts of the meadow knitted into the tree line were engulfed in flames. What was once green was now black and red. His people were being slaughtered.

Grief and anger hit him like a wave of saltwater burning his eyes and nose. It filled his throat and nose numbing his senses. Raising his arms, his eyes grew foggy. The earth shook below him slightly. What was left of the grass quivered causing the attackers to halt and yell to each other in panic. Closing his fingers, roots sprouted from the ground tearing through the undergrowth. The forest seemed to cry out in anger. The roots twisted and braided themselves into massive towers. The puppet master thrust his arms at the army of men. Without hesitation, the plant form shot violently at the humans. Like swords, the foliage pierced through their armor with ease. Tearing through their flesh, the plants ripped them apart from the inside out. Within minutes, the militia had been shredded like paper.

All was silent once more. The earth reclaimed its aid and left the boy alone with the corpses. Snapping out of the trance, Hau observed the damage. He took in the gory sight unsure what had happened. Nothing was processing, there were only tears.

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Familiar golden eyes fluttered open. Crystal droplets hung on thick eyelashes not wanting to let go. Raising his head, Hau glanced around him. Soft light poured through open window of the studio apartment. The ray danced on the set below. A male lay in bed staring at the ceiling. Blankets were scattered on the floor from being kicked off in slumber. Sitting up, Hau wiped the tears from his eyes. It had been years since he had dreamt of that day. For a moment he sat with his demons in silence.

This wasn’t like him. It was out of character. Shaking his head, he figured it was from the upcoming excitement of the day. He was starting a new job today. That meant knew friends and he was looking forward to that.

Crawling out of bed, he flopped on the floor landing on his belly. He stayed there for a moment admiring the dust bunnies that had made their home under his bed. He whispered a mental hello before rolling onto his back. This was not an efficient way to get up. Humming to himself, he rose to his feet to start his morning routine. Shimmying out of his pajama bottoms using the force of his hips, he padded over to the mirror that hung on the door. He stared at his reflection. A lanky boy with a pale chest and floral boxers stared back at him armless. It was definitely an odd sight. In the sockets where arms would usually extend from were a few small sprouts. Smiling he did a little dance and stretched. In seconds ivies were growing in thick patches sewing themselves together to form the humerus and then the radius and ulna. Little ivy leaves sprouted from the flanges. Wiggling them, he admired his newly formed arms. Flexing them, a hard bark formed as an exterior. This was his best work yet.

Pulling a grey sweatshirt over his pale torso, he snuggled into the warmth. Squeezing into a pair of denim jeans, he suddenly hoped he wasn’t supposed to be more formal. Shrugging his shoulders, he gave up on his appearance. Once dressed, Hau wandered toward the kitchen to grab a snack. Munching on a head of cabbage, he was just too lazy to actually cook something. Dancing over to the window, he grooved to the sound of the city. [s what a weird guy.] The plants that sat in sill seemed to look at him expectantly. Letting out a laugh, he grabbed the watering can that had been put off to the side and sprinkled it onto the petals of the flora. The brown soil soaked up the liquid happily.

[#79a6d2 [b “Good job you guys.”]] Hau sang cheerfully.

After doing all of the strange things that consisted of his mornings, Hau left for work.

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This was the second time Hau had been in the headquarters. He hadn’t been in a group since his homeland was destroyed. Excitement flooded him as he entered the building. It was very normal for natives of the Jordin tribe to be outgoing. They were known for being affectionate due to the customs. Most of their interactions were non verbal so it was hard for the first couple of years to learn to interact with humans. The biggest issue with him is his inability to stop himself from hugging others. He craved the feeling of other heartbeats. Not many people liked it when he pressed his forehead to theirs also. Apparently that isn’t normal in society?

The cleric was trembling with eagerness when he entered the briefing. He spotted a female speaking with two gentlemen that he didn’t recognize. There was another male off to the side keeping a low profile. A wild grin crawled across his face. His tawny eyes beamed with delight. He couldn’t contain himself with all of these people.

Plants began to ascend around the boy. Weeds and seedlings poked between his toes. He had forgotten shoes of all things. More vines tied themselves around his legs. Blushing profusely, a monstrous sunflower bloomed around his belly. Its petals were a vibrant, sunny yellow. Running his fingers through his messy charcoal hair, he smiled sheepishly. This couldn’t be more awkward. Quietly bending down, he plucked the sunflower head from its stem and held it up. It was actually quite impressive. Letting out a laugh, he tried to hide his fluster.

[b [#79a6d2 “Uh Hi, sorry I blossom when I am nervous.”]] He chuckled, his voice rich like honey. [i 'Please like me.'] The thought tumbled through his conscience as he started at the audience

[p fin.]
  muta / 28d 19h 22m 58s
[center [font "Arial" Class had passed by much faster than Kohaku thought it would. He wouldn't admit it but he actually enjoyed the company of the little blonde. The brute never got along with his classmate unless it was the thugs he ditched with. But Ryousuke was different, he didn't make Kohaku want to slit his throat like most did. The bell startled him awake from his daze. He hadn't realized that he had been watching the smaller male the entire class. It was so calming to watch such a warm being. Ryousuke quickly babbled a good bye before Haku could say anything. It wasn't like he wanted to hang out with him or anything. [s maybe.] Kicking himself, he noted the speed of his partner's escape. It was kind of odd.

Standing up from the table, he grimaced. Running his fingers through his hair, he couldn't wrap his head around the previous period. The squirt was sweet and moved at a million miles an hour. Haku had been living in a dull slow-motion. But now he couldn't stop the people around him from entering his fog.

Without thinking, he dropped his bag and rushed for the door. He couldn't stop his feet. He had to find Ryousuke. Once in the hallway, he glanced both directions. Haku spotted the fluffy honey hair at the end of the corridor with a gang of boys.

Kohaku recognized the three. They were some of the flunkies he hung out with. He had completely forgot that recently they had been bragging to him about harassing a girly looking boy. It didn't even cross his mind that it would be [i him.]

The sight of one of the bully's with towering over Ryousuke boiled his blood. He couldn't put a word on the feeling and he didn't know why it bothered him so much. But at that moment he didn't care.

Taking large, hurried strides, he clenched his fists. His fingernails dug into his palms. Puffing out his chest, his muscular arms rammed into the bully. The shift in weight made him stagger backwards. Kohaku saw that it was Ren, a lower rank male in the gang he was in. Rolling up his sleeves, Kohaku stepped in front of Ryousuke, shielding him with his broad body. He glanced over his shoulder and stared down at the boy, his crimson eyes burned with rage.
[i [b [#47476b "Are you okay?"]]] He grunted through a locked jaw. He didn't let him respond before he averted his attention back to Ren. Squaring his shoulders, Kohaku growled at the other, asserting dominance. Ren knew he was in trouble especially because Haku was the [i righthand man,] to the gang leader.
[b [#47476b "He. Is. Mine."]] He spat.
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[p Note [center Iwazawa Shrine has been on top of the mountain that overlooks the town since it was born. First came the shrine, then came the buildings and houses. It is known as the heart and soul. For many years, people have been walking up those stairs to pray for good fortune.]]

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[center [font "Arial" Ryuke has to get lil [i Hatara] into his yukata. It all seems real gay but it's more of a brotherly love.]]

[center [font "Arial" [size14 Two bodies lay slumbering together. The younger one was a shinobi named Hatara and the tall, lanky one with noticeably large bird wings was Ryuke. It was early morning and the sun was up facing the mountain. They were sleeping on the hardwood porch of the cozy house nestled into the shrine.

Nuzzling into a pale, chiseled chest, the small male was snuggled up against the larger boy or [i demon.] They were sound asleep, legs intertwined, and black feathers everywhere. Hatara was petite with soft locks of ebony hair that was a mess around his face. The immortal was broad and muscular. His body looked like it had been cut from marble. It was a cream colour and almost glimmered in the warm light that was blanketing them. Their heart beat was in sync as the rising and falling of their breath.

Ryuke's eyes fluttered open. He turned his head to gaze at the garden next to the porch. Today they were holding a festival. Glancing down at the slumbering human, he smiled softly. Lacing his arm around him, he ran his skeletal fingers through Hatara's messy hair. The boy didn't wake, but pressed his face in the demon's chest. Nuzzling it, he let out a small sigh. Chucking to himself, Ryuke couldn't help but adore his contracter. Folding both arms around Hatara, the demon slowly drifted back to sleep.

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Around noon, the demon awoke again. His human was still fast asleep but was now snoring and drooling. Frowning, Ryuke pushed the boy off of him. Laughing, he realized he pushed him a little [i too] hard as Hatara rolled off of the porch and into the grass. The boy sat up in the grass with a look of confusion plastered on his face. He locked eyes with Ryuke who was a puddle of laughter. Leaping to his feet, Hatara lunged for the demon. With wide eyes, Ryuke spread his wings and jumped back. His laughter was now coming out in wheezes as he watched his friend crash on the floor.

[b [#800000 "Hey! That's not fair bird brain!]] Shouted the human. He was boiling now and ready to spar.

Wiping the tears from his eyes, Ryuke let out a chuckle. His violet eyes glimmered with mischief. Pursing his lips, he flashed a grin. [b [#262673 "You want fair my little Hikari?"]] Purred Ryuke. He loved when Hatara blushed at his old nickname. Rolling his neck back as he stretched, his wings shrunk back into his shoulder blades. There was no way in hell he'd go easy on the boy.

Without warning, Hatara tackled his elder. Ryuke fell to his knees as his attacker hooked his legs around the demon's torso. Letting out a chuckle, he knew this was an easy win for him. Hoisting him up in a piggyback ride, Ryuke swayed side to side to shake his koala from his back. Just as the human was about to fall, he reach around and grabbed him and lifted him up by the armpits and gently setting him down. There was a moment of confusion for Hatara. But before he could do anything, he knew what was going to happen. Without warning, Ryuke pinned the boy down by straddling him. He tickled his tummy and on his rib cage. Hatara was howling with laughter and flailing under the weight of his demon.

[b [#800000 "Uncle! Uncle!!!"]] He screamed between laughs. Leaning down.
Ryuke planted a kiss on the boys forehead. [b [#262673 "Go wash up, today's the big day."]] He cooed.
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[font "Arial" In the bath, Hatara splashed his face with water. His cheeks were still hot from laughing. It pissed him off how he could never win against Ryuke. He wanted to be stronger. He wanted to be strong enough. [i Strong enough to protect him.]
Once he was finished washing, he put on his work clothes. Ryuke and him were going to decorate the shrine for the festival in the evening. He met his demon out in the yard. They had a long list of things to do before the festival. Hatara spent a good while sweeping the mountain of steps and pathway to the shrine. Ryuke cleaned the shingles and strug the paper lanterns up in the high places. [i Perks of having wings.]

Hatara's favourite thing was to decorate the shrine with festive decorations. He helped the venders set up their shops all over the acres of property. It always slipped the shinobi's mind how large the shrine actually was.

After they finish cleaning, it was close to the festival. Hatara was excited to wear his kimono. Ryuke helped Hatara into his formal wear. Twirling in front of the mirror, he felt kind of nervous. He hadn't spent much time with other people. The shrine was often quiet except during the holidays. The large demon could sense his contractor's quickening pulse. Placing his hand gently on the boy's shoulder, he smiled.

[b [#262673 "You look great."]] He praised in a low voice.

Hatara gazed up at the taller man. Grinning, he nodded his head and the two went out to greet their guests.
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  |m| / muta / 80d 4h 33m 37s
[p Children of the Fire King]

[center [b Name;] Natsumi Daichi
[b Age;] Nineteen
[b Gender;] Female
[b Origin;] Hokido, Japan
[b Teacher or Student;] Student
[b Class Year ;] Senior
[b Meister;] Knight, she wields two long twin katanas. They are both double edged and have ancient runes melted into the blades. Down the center of the blade, there are thin indents that have been scorched with fire, it is unknown what did this to them.
[b Exorcist Rank;] Exwire
[b Personality;] I would like a few words that describes your character
[b Biography;] At least 150+ words. I want to know your characters background and how they decided to become what they are
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[center [b Name;] Haru Daichi
[b Age;] Seventeen
[b Gender;] Male, [i but some mistake him for a beautiful girl.]
[b Origin;] Hokido, Japan
[b Teacher or Student;] Student
[b Class Year ;] Junior
[b Meister;] Dragoon, working on Aria as well. He uses throwing knives and a [https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kusarigama Kusarigama].
[b Exorcist Rank;] ExWire
[b Personality;] I would like a few words that describes your character
[b Biography;] At least 150+ words. I want to know your characters background and how they decided to become what they are
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  muta / 77d 19h 20m 12s
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[center [font "Arial" [size14 Harry Potter glared intensely at the Slytherin. Leaning back in the creaky chair, he let out a sigh. This wasn't his ideal evening. Well maybe it was? Harry definitely wasn't enjoying spending time in the shrieking shack all alone with Draco Malfoy. Okay ... maybe he was.

Crossing his legs, Harry scoffed. Rocking back a little, Harry felt the legs of the chair totter under his weight. Before he could catch himself, he crashed to the floor with the wooden bits of the chair under him. The dust fluffed up around him and he let out a cough.

Furrowing his brow, he hesitated for a moment. A goofy grin spread across his face and he broke out into a hardy laugh. He couldn't believe how pathetic he felt. Running his fingers through his hair, his eyes glimmered with playfulness.

He glanced up through his thick eyelashes at the blonde. Snagging a handful of dust and dirt, he tossed it at Draco. Sticking his tongue out, he really wanted Draco to lighten up.]]
  muta / 82d 21h 31m 53s
[p Happy New Year. Don't let this year be worse than 2k16. We got one job.]
  |m| / muta / 87d 17h 18m 35s
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