“Give me till afternoon.”
“Tara no!”
She ignored Alek's protests, fixing her eyes on the other party in the room. He dark red eyes looked her over once.
“I'll give Ты till three after. Then I'll be back to collect you.”
“Come alone Kuran.”
He gave her a smile.
“I will.”
She nodded, watching as they left. Then she swiftly turned, exciting the room. Alek, Silver, Ciel, and Fang followed her; Fang for Ответы еще than anything.
“Tara what are Ты doing?! Who was that?”
Alek moved into her path and she avoided his eyes.
“Who is he?”
“His name is Satstruiku Kuran. He is an old....accomplice of mine.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“It means he is someone I know.”
“Tara-”
“I need no sympathy nor protection, Alek. He can't hurt me.”
“How do Ты know?”
“He's a coward of brute strength an genius. He trusts his lackeys to handle threats.”
“Why does he want you?”
Tara paused. She didn't answer for a long time. She didn't know quite how to explain without exposing herself. Finally, she spoke up.
“That is nothing to concern yourself with.”
She brushed past Alek on her way to her room. He was able to grab her wrist but only for a минута before she pulled free. She closed and locked the door, leaning heavily against it. She could hear them knocking and speaking, but she couldn't comprehend what they were saying. She locked the vent, closing the grid. She wanted no intruders.
The room was suddenly hot and she stripped down to her shirt, pulling on shorts. She tied her hair up and collapsed on the bed. Lights flashed in front of her eyes. She closed them. Her breathing evened out again and she opened her eyes again. Everything was blurry and obscure. Her eyes closed again, this time sending her into sleep.
“Tara no!”
She ignored Alek's protests, fixing her eyes on the other party in the room. He dark red eyes looked her over once.
“I'll give Ты till three after. Then I'll be back to collect you.”
“Come alone Kuran.”
He gave her a smile.
“I will.”
She nodded, watching as they left. Then she swiftly turned, exciting the room. Alek, Silver, Ciel, and Fang followed her; Fang for Ответы еще than anything.
“Tara what are Ты doing?! Who was that?”
Alek moved into her path and she avoided his eyes.
“Who is he?”
“His name is Satstruiku Kuran. He is an old....accomplice of mine.”
“What's that supposed to mean?”
“It means he is someone I know.”
“Tara-”
“I need no sympathy nor protection, Alek. He can't hurt me.”
“How do Ты know?”
“He's a coward of brute strength an genius. He trusts his lackeys to handle threats.”
“Why does he want you?”
Tara paused. She didn't answer for a long time. She didn't know quite how to explain without exposing herself. Finally, she spoke up.
“That is nothing to concern yourself with.”
She brushed past Alek on her way to her room. He was able to grab her wrist but only for a минута before she pulled free. She closed and locked the door, leaning heavily against it. She could hear them knocking and speaking, but she couldn't comprehend what they were saying. She locked the vent, closing the grid. She wanted no intruders.
The room was suddenly hot and she stripped down to her shirt, pulling on shorts. She tied her hair up and collapsed on the bed. Lights flashed in front of her eyes. She closed them. Her breathing evened out again and she opened her eyes again. Everything was blurry and obscure. Her eyes closed again, this time sending her into sleep.
Lilith
Anastasia Romanova II
Nickname: Lance
Occupation: Knight
Ethnicity: Romanian
Race: Vampire
Story: Lance was born into an aristocratic family. He was raised in the royal court and befriended the young prince he was charged to protect. When tragedy struck, he brought the prince to safety. He took care of him for years until the prince grew into a man. He is now among those loyal to him and is a trusted friend.
Facts: Lance is by nature very bookish. He prefers words to fists even though he is trained in several different form of self defense and sword play. He is very close to his old charge now friend. He often finds himself caring for him when no one else will. The two share a close bond and he’d give his life for his friend.
Octavia Rurik
Ebonique
I drew him because I felt like it
Alias: None
Occupation: Guitarist and Singer, Civilian
Age: 19
Personality: Michael is a very positive person, who often weighs others problems on him as support than solve his own. It's very unlikely to catch him in a bad mood.
Appearance: jade green eyes, he is a natural brunette but for the moment has his hair dyed black. he has freckles and barely leaves anywhere without wearing some type of hat ( usually snapbacks). He is 6'0 ft tall.
Relationships: He is a good friend and bandmate to Bentley.
History:Michael grew up having an ordinary life,minus his parents divorcing and his mother taking custody of him at the age of 8.
Notes:He met Bentley at a bar, and since have known each other for almost a year. It wasn't until recently him and Bentley got in touch again.
I found a cute lil pic of him when he was little with his dad
Notte
Amal's Lamp (her necklace)
