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i just can't seem to find anyone to roleplay with...If you'd like,here are a few examples of my rping.=3 I do not accept one liners.EVER
emobunnykin  Gavin sat chuckling heartily at Sanara's reaction to the french pastry.She seemed deprived of sweets as such.When she began describing her homeland,his dark eyes began to twinkle in the candle light.He stifled his laughter,seeing as he was fascinated by Sanara's choice of words to describe Egypt.She was saying that she wasn't very comfortable with their language,and yet she spoke much better than he already? What a complicated woman.At least she was a headstrong woman,like Chouko.
Being a DeAngelo was not his choice.In fact,if he had a choice,he'd say to never be born.A few horrid things had happened lately to his friends and he couldn't help think it was him and his cursed blood that put them in danger.Ciel had been attacked and mugged by several rather large men,and almost killed. Chamberlin had gotten frighteningly sick,shivering constantly and throwing up everything and anything he had eaten.He held nothing down. His ribs could be seen with each rise and fall of his chest...The man looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks,but in the contrary, he tried to eat a little too much.
His expression fell as he thought about the darkness that would soon envelop his his friend and choke the life from him.Death.The same darkness that had choked the life from his Father.Who ever had murdered their father would pay.He wasn't a man of revenge normaly,but he couldn't stand the fact that someone could be so cruel and coldhearted.The late count was a great man.He didn't think he could bear going to Chamberlin's funeral and seeing his corpse.He hated feeling helpless...But that was exactly what he was feeling at the moment.
He grabbed a pastry and put on a smile,hoping that no one had noticed his eyes darken.The candle light was dim, and flickered a his breath passed by it.Taking a delicate bite from the pastry,he licked his lips in a quick manner,wiping the sugar away from around his mouth.
Gavin nodded.
"Of course.I'm always here for you and it's not like anything's going to happen to you with this 'ol wolf around."
He growled playfully,clicking his teeth together to make a wolfish snarl sound a bit real.Then he laughed lightly.
He could remember the last time someone had tried to hurt little Delilah.
A group of men had cornered her and Gavin had heard her scream.He ended up up running like a mad wolf to her and beat the living hell out of the men before they could try to touch her in any unpleasant way.
Nobody would ever hurt her with him around.He was like a loyal and a bit overprotective wolf,snarling at anything or anyone that would do his little sister any harm.That's how he got the nickname of "The Wolf of the DeAngelos".
Gavin took her small hand in his free hand,and said,
"We'll go outside...But you can't leave my sight,okay?"
Gavin dropped his art supplies as he walked out the front door with Delilah.
"Bloody hell!"
He stood in the frame,his other hand still attatched to his younger sister.His other hand had dropped,as his mouth did also...
He sat in awe as his friend stepped out of his carriage.
He realized his mouth was wide open and shook his head for a second.
"What in the world brought you here Jacuzzi?"
He picked his younger sister up and put her on his shoulders as he began running towards Jacuzzi.He bounced up and down,both hands on Delilah now,as to make sure she didn't fall from his towering body.
"Seriously,what in bloody hell brought you here?"
Gavin chuckled lightly.
Her reaction was much better than he had expected.He was expecting a plain,"Hell no!"Like he got from most women when he asked them to do anything more than dance or have a drink with him.In her question of the horses,he grinned.
"I do,actually.Three.They are amazing."
He loved his horses,and usually rode them around the manor if he was in need of an escape of the troubles of the DeAngelo curse.
Chaska,he had received from a trader.The mare was an exceptionally beautiful paint.She was very tame,so she could be ridden by anyone.
Siam, a white stallion, was a bit bigger than most horses.He had many scars and was a bit skiddish,though,as Gavin had bought him off of an abusive carter.
And Kasha, the black mare.She had a tendancy to be a bit sparratic,though,as she was still young.
He smiled,thinking of who else to take with them.
Maybe Jaccuzi and Delilah would like to go out,to.
Delilah had a horse of her own,though she was rarely seen riding it.
"Would you two like to come with us later?"
Delilah wanted to go outside,anyways, and with Jacuzzi there it would be a ton of fun!He chuckled at his own erratic nature today.
He didn't know why he was doing this,it wasn't like him...
Maybe it was all the stress going on around him making him go crazy.
Oh,well. At least he wasn't curled up in his room crying or locked up in a room somewhere like Monroe.
Gavin eyed the couches near them, and the oval-shaped table in between them.He walked over to them and patted the top of one.
"Would you like to take a seat?"
He stood behind the couch opposite to the crowd of his family and friends,
his stomache growling like a dragon waiting to be fed.
He blushed and put a hand over his midriff,a bit emberrassed that his stomache announced he was hungry for him.
Where was Chouko with their food?
Leah stood quietly for a few moments,wanting to hear a reply,but it seemed as though it was merley a ghost of her imagination.She shook her head and stepped off the porch,her thin sleek heels clicking on the stone pavement of the village.She wandered around aimlessly for several minutes,watching the ground carefully as she walked,trying not to step on the small patches of grass growing here and there on the pavement,making their way above the stones that had once binded them underneath them,taking all the sunlight from the small plants,and not using it at all.It reminded her of the peasants and the royals back home.The plants were the peasants, the pavement and rock the royals.
She took a deep breath and exhaled it,watching the small amount of hot air cause a white cloud in tthe dark air,hanging in place for a moment and then she moved on as the cloud fell to the ground,as the fog was doing in the distance.The sun was rising,and so the fog fell to the earth and became morning dew on the ground.
For a few short moments Leah stopped still,lost in thought as she touched a stone wall of a nearby shop in the village.She could smell a vampire nearby.Her instincts told her to run,but she moved on a bit afterwards.Her thoughts went back to her brother and her pack,or family,as humans called it.Slaughtered for bing something they couldn't help.They didn't fight back.They didn't defend their village.They ran.The humans simply chased after them with axes made of silver screaming the word "monster" as they swang each time,and the grins on their faces were burned into her memory.A horrific past,but she had learned to live around them.
'Im so tired of being alone...'
She thought to herself,looking around and waiting for the shutters on the small homes to open,and for people to look around.The humans weren't nocturnal, after all.Leah could stay awake for days,and watch them arise from each hole they called a home each morning without any of them noticing. Her problem was not speaking to them.She was simply lonely,aching for a companion.
It was hard NOT to speak to them.
Leah blushed deeply.The Captain had called her sweet!
"It's Leah, Sir. Thank you for asking.
I'll have your coffee ready in a few seconds."
She rushed back to the bar, poured some coffee into a styrofoam cup,
and poured some milk into the coffee, stirring it lightly with a silver spoon.
She walked back over to the captain and handed it to him carefully.
"Here you are, Sir."
She looked him over, and realized she was blushing again.
She hid her face.
Leah had imagined the captain to be some raggedy
old geezer, not this handsome young man!
 emobunnykin · Sat Sep 19, 2009 @ 07:14am · 0 Comments |
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