Post by 😺QuietStar😺 on May 3, 2020 11:21:47 GMT -5
He smiled back, nodding to the others. "As you already know, there are people trained to hunt us." He said. "I was almost shot by one, after running from him. They seem to want to take us back to their base." He added. "However, if they DO take us away and question us, they could ask for our weaknesses, or want our herbs." He shook his head. "While our herbs could be an awesome medical advancement, there aren't enough to share with the entire world. Please, don't get caught turning." He continued. "Or hyper-healing. They know that we can do that somehow." He looked around, reading expressions. "I was almost captured by a man by the name of Drake, most likely an undercover store clerk. So please, don't transform unless necessary." The small sea of young adults and children nodded. "Speech dismissed. Feel free to mingle and talk." He made his way over to Lark. "Do you know anything of use about Drake?" He asked. ~Goldensplash~
Remember to be kind to yourself and others wherever you go
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Post by ~Goldensplash~ on May 3, 2020 11:53:19 GMT -5
🐦Lark🐦
"No I don't think so, just that he's not as bad as he seems- I don't know what to doo.." She held her hands over her eyes as if she were shading her eyes from the sun, but she looked down and her elbows rested on her knees. She sighed.
Post by 😺QuietStar😺 on May 3, 2020 12:30:30 GMT -5
Hagon smiled. "I'm sorry I brought out the worst in Drake. Do you know his last name, what he drives, the plate number, where he lives..?" He asked. "All I've seen in him is that he's willing to kill and injure us if we don't comply. Who knows what he'll do if he sees you transformed.." He continued. "Please be careful."
Remember to be kind to yourself and others wherever you go
Info: Female From Oregon (Pacific Daylight Time) 19 year old AUDHDer Tag w/ herobrinex1 Pacific Standard Time Zone Converter: www.timebie.com/std/pdt.php
Bronwen had dropped her little nephew off at his friend’s house for a sleepover and was currently walking down 14th street, she did hate leaving him but she knew he needed to get out of the house once in awhile- that being said that same can be said about herself. A walk in the woods wouldn’t hurt..... she thought to herself with a small smirk growing across her face as the dhamphir kept her pace down the street with a newfound purpose. The lights from still opened buildings and from lampposts kept the way rather lit however, she didn’t need the fancy electric light to see. Now having night vision was different from what someone would consider ‘normal’ sight and her perception albeit great for what she gained by bloodright, had its disadventedges with her, seeing as far that a normal vampire for instance yet enough that she could bolt if any unfriendliness pop into view.
Trevor was having fun at his friend’s house who had set up a tent in the backyard and even a fire pit to have s’mores, now the theory was that it was 9 at night and his normal bedtime was between 7 and 8. However, somehow sugar and caffeine entered the party and now all the kids (including him) were on a sugar-high and not settling down for bedtime. He had his stuffed toy in his arms the entire time, despite some laughter from some of his friends. This is fun! Maybe we can have a sleepover at Wendy’s house next! he thought to himself with a smile.
(Hey Raven, would Flor and Roarke still be hanging out or no?)
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Post by ~Goldensplash~ on May 3, 2020 21:04:14 GMT -5
🐦Lark🐦
She took a deep breath. "His last name is Johnson. I don't know much else." The last part was mostly a lie, though she attempted to convince herself it was true. 😺QuietStar😺
Post by 😺QuietStar😺 on May 3, 2020 21:29:30 GMT -5
Hagon gave a sympathetic smile. "Okay." He said, not pushing it. "Stay safe." He added. One of the younger members came over, asking what was going to happen next, and he sighed. "We'll have to see." He said, giving a half-hearted smile.
Remember to be kind to yourself and others wherever you go
Info: Female From Oregon (Pacific Daylight Time) 19 year old AUDHDer Tag w/ herobrinex1 Pacific Standard Time Zone Converter: www.timebie.com/std/pdt.php
Hrafn felt her grief as she thought of the day that the oh so good FBI killed all of them. She had managed to jump out of a window before they had shot her. The FBI were stuck up so far that they would reach the edge of the universe and find their heads in their own bile. "We're the good guys," they said. "We want to protect you," they saud. They would truly pay for what they had taken, and Hrafn stabbed her knife hilt deep in the ground. Falling to her side, tears forming, she though of how to make any of the FBI regret their foolishness.
Florentine was in the process of closing the flora shop business for the night, this was one of his jobs that he opted to do that most of the other workers hated doing. While he was making sure all the plants, herbs and young seedlings were well his thoughts drifted to some hours before. Hanging out with Roarke was fun even if the part-time florist ending up with the bill, they kept the work talk to a minimal- after all can’t have government secrets getting lose now can we? Plus work talk could drive people up the walls, which in both of the scientists cases he figured it wouldn’t go that far. And here I thought he was just stuffy and a tad boring, maybe I’ll give him a plant.... as along that he isn’t allergic to pollen and stuff.... he thought to himself as his way of gifting things was by flowers, herbs or vegetables.... with a nice pot/vase to store them in.
Trevor Oakley
“Eeeehhhh!? Give it back you meanie head!” Trevor cried as one of the kids- or rather one of the mean-headed of the lot had called Mr. Scruffles names, taking the previous stuffed animal and then throwing it over the wooden fence. The young boy was torn between teaching the kid a lesson or retrieving his toy before some weirdo could grab it, ”If ya love it so much, go get it!” he heard the mean kid laugh which he did what his aunty did. He gave the kid a glare- like the death-glare then scaling up the fence. The fence itself wasn’t that high and was made of wood, however he did have some difficulty getting a footing yet that wasn’t going to stop his determination to save his friend from the unknown.
Bronwen Oakley
Bronwen entered into the forest and couldn’t help but feel at peace, while the world outside this place was ever changing and evolving- the woods were timeless with fresh earthy smells and sounds. I have not been in this town long... though I suspect there are other.... people here, I have made some guesses but no confirmations as of yet. Also the rumors say that FBI agents or law enforcement have been asking weird questions of late.... she thought to herself with the dhamphir wondering if it was safe at all to come back to the house with her nephew, in all honesty she cared only for his well-being and knew that if anything dared to bring him harm she might not be able to control herself. She stopped by an old tree that had a massive trunk shooting towards the sky and a root system that snaked through the ground.
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Hrafn thought she heard someone, so her fire was smothered t avoid noise, and then she silently stepped away from the clearing, with a fear of FBI agents. They had taken her family away. It was probably a deer, though she didn't want to alert anything to her presence.
(XD Quiet, I keep staring at your avatar, love it)
(@atherwyvern66 is that someone Bronwen? just for clarifying)
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Bronwen paused when she caught a whiff of smoke, I swear... if someone’s started another wildfire... she thought rather grumpily and following the fading scent that did lead her into a small clearing, which she paused by the tree line with her figure half-hidden by the nearby shrubbery. The fire was cleverly put out and done by someone who knew what they were doing however, it had just recently been put out. She didn’t see anything else that supported someone was dampening here. No tent or provisions.... this could be a trap... she thought to herself with a slight frown and looked around her surroundings. “You might as well come on out, I mean no harm.” Her tone sounded somewhat bland almost like a robot if you will, she’s been through this kind of scenario before. “Or I could just find you, either way I’ll get an answer.”
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”
Hrafn didn't hear the call, as she threaded through the forest, cleverly masking her scent and tracks. She would not get caught. No matter what. Whoever or whatever, she didn't want to find out. Hrafn ran out of stamina after a few minutes, and turned her back to the fire she had made. Against a tree, she breathed with the slight winds gusting around her. If she died, it would be fighting. Getting a knife ready, she kept silent, and waited to see if the person or animal was clever enough to find her.
“I see, I guess it’s time to go ‘old school’.” The dhamphir said nonchalantly then shifting into a form of a black cat, she went into the clearing for a brief minute to catch up the person’s scent. A girl... a young one, perhaps a teenager... doesn’t she know it’s dangerous out here? For sake, there be lions and tigers and bears oh my! she thought to herself and her tail flicking in some annoyance but a small smirk upon the inside joke. The shifty dhampir followed the trail for a little bit until it suddenly just disappeared, the little of footprints she saw were gone as well. She quickly climbed up one of the nearby trees to get a better view of the area, she didn’t want to get caught with her pants down. A small glint got her eye and following it down to see a girl hiding behind a tree off to the left and wielding a knife. Naturally she did what any normal creature of the night would do. She shifted back into her human self and perched quite comorftable up on the high branch. “Hey kid, the one with the knife. Hello.”
"Hmm...my favorite memory? I have too many to count,but i guess, it would be the memory of meeting all you and making friends here on the forums. :3" ”One day I’m going to sit down and make a list of all the books that I finished reading....” “It's going to be a long list...”