Sulina
Sulina
Sulina
Sulina
Drake
Drake smiled gently, he imagined that she had been told scary stories about vampires in her youth, many of the other races were. In truth, it was one of the factors that shaped him into what he was. He wanted to prove to people that just because he survived on blood, it did not make him a monster.
He smiled warmly as she highlighted the fact that she was an elf as an explanation for her knowledge on botany, and about her people's beliefs, "That makes sense, it is no secret that plants could function perfectly without us, but all animals, even vampires who depend on blood for survival, would not exist were it the other way around. Since your people co-exist with nature, it is natural that you would learn it extensively." he said with a smile. He listened to what she said, nodding understandingly, "The circle of life, birth, maturity, death, rebirth. If you give to the cycle, there is more to offer, but if all you do is take, you'll see everything collapse around you. That is something I believe." he commented, smiling that the conversation seemed to help, "So, if you don't mind me asking, do you have a favourite flower or plant Wisteria? I admit, seeing the cherry tree in the garden in full bloom was always a sight."
Admittedly, the fact that they could change with the times was what made people, elf, neko, vampire, even human, interesting, but cycles and routine brought stability and security. He accepted that.
Drake smiled gently, he imagined that she had been told scary stories about vampires in her youth, many of the other races were. In truth, it was one of the factors that shaped him into what he was. He wanted to prove to people that just because he survived on blood, it did not make him a monster.
He smiled warmly as she highlighted the fact that she was an elf as an explanation for her knowledge on botany, and about her people's beliefs, "That makes sense, it is no secret that plants could function perfectly without us, but all animals, even vampires who depend on blood for survival, would not exist were it the other way around. Since your people co-exist with nature, it is natural that you would learn it extensively." he said with a smile. He listened to what she said, nodding understandingly, "The circle of life, birth, maturity, death, rebirth. If you give to the cycle, there is more to offer, but if all you do is take, you'll see everything collapse around you. That is something I believe." he commented, smiling that the conversation seemed to help, "So, if you don't mind me asking, do you have a favourite flower or plant Wisteria? I admit, seeing the cherry tree in the garden in full bloom was always a sight."
Admittedly, the fact that they could change with the times was what made people, elf, neko, vampire, even human, interesting, but cycles and routine brought stability and security. He accepted that.
Morgan
Sulina
Amy
Amy looked at the board, smiling, that should help people persuade them to see things the way she planned it.
First of all, she had a family tree highlighting the problem:
Jane Foster---------Loki---------Jean Grey (Phoenix)
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xxxxxxxxxxxAlvaroxxxxEnya
Phoenix Force- Among most destructive on planet
X-gene- Unpredictable, typically develops in adolescence, exceptions not unheard of.
Phoenix Force= X-gene? Not guaranteed, possible alternative force and not guaranteed to be a quality that can be inherited.
Raised as per Loki's and possibly Thanos's standard, view on rebellion. Probably very sheltered, unexposed to outside world. Seems very close to Alvaro and to Damon.
Suggestion, distract all known factors. Create a distraction for Thanos, Loki, and Alvaro, Damon would join in to maintain cover.
During this, I would like to enter the keep in which Enya is kept, as I am in possession of an item that I have no doubt will earn her trust. Chances of Alvaro following suit are high, might be used to acquire knowledge on his psychological profile and possibly acquire an ally. Damon is in the belief that, given the choice, he would be our ally over his father's. At present, his mother's identity is unknown to both Damon and to Alvaro, might be used to our advantage.
Satisfied with her work she took back her box and put it safely in its hiding place in her room before returning to her lab. As she plugged in she noticed that Damon had turned off his microphone, "Either he's taken my bait and is making out with Alvaro right now, or there's something he really doesn't want me to hear..." she muttered, groaning as she set aside the earpiece and decided to get some work done. If she was to wind up with a three-year-old in this room (and let's face it, after the holding cells this room was the one where Alvaro and his sister could do the least damage) she would have to find means to entertain her, and after digging up some servers from the remains of various sites, she was able to salvage a lot of data.
Stand tall, just believe
Be all you can be
Because the fire's in your eyes
Yeah the fire's in your eyes
Be all you can be
Because the fire's in your eyes
Yeah the fire's in your eyes
Amy looked at the board, smiling, that should help people persuade them to see things the way she planned it.First of all, she had a family tree highlighting the problem:
Jane Foster---------Loki---------Jean Grey (Phoenix)
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xxxxxxxxxxxAlvaroxxxxEnya
Phoenix Force- Among most destructive on planet
X-gene- Unpredictable, typically develops in adolescence, exceptions not unheard of.
Phoenix Force= X-gene? Not guaranteed, possible alternative force and not guaranteed to be a quality that can be inherited.
Raised as per Loki's and possibly Thanos's standard, view on rebellion. Probably very sheltered, unexposed to outside world. Seems very close to Alvaro and to Damon.
Suggestion, distract all known factors. Create a distraction for Thanos, Loki, and Alvaro, Damon would join in to maintain cover.
During this, I would like to enter the keep in which Enya is kept, as I am in possession of an item that I have no doubt will earn her trust. Chances of Alvaro following suit are high, might be used to acquire knowledge on his psychological profile and possibly acquire an ally. Damon is in the belief that, given the choice, he would be our ally over his father's. At present, his mother's identity is unknown to both Damon and to Alvaro, might be used to our advantage.
Satisfied with her work she took back her box and put it safely in its hiding place in her room before returning to her lab. As she plugged in she noticed that Damon had turned off his microphone, "Either he's taken my bait and is making out with Alvaro right now, or there's something he really doesn't want me to hear..." she muttered, groaning as she set aside the earpiece and decided to get some work done. If she was to wind up with a three-year-old in this room (and let's face it, after the holding cells this room was the one where Alvaro and his sister could do the least damage) she would have to find means to entertain her, and after digging up some servers from the remains of various sites, she was able to salvage a lot of data.
Big dreams you can achieve
You've got the golden key
Because the fire's in your eyes
Yeah the fire's in your eyes
You've got the golden key
Because the fire's in your eyes
Yeah the fire's in your eyes
James
Sulina
Hope
Another morning in the Virginia summer heat, but Hope was up before dawn. At 5am she went for a morning run around the farm grounds before heading in to take a shower. Out of the girls' bathroom in clean clothes she dropped her dirty ones in the laundry hamper and made her way down to the kitchen, a grand space designed to cater a lot of people. Their mother loved holding parties back in the day, now they cooked enough food for a party every meal of every day.
Looking at the chore rota she saw it was her turn to cook breakfast. That was fine, she loved cooking, and since she was in a good mood she decided to prepare pancakes.
Getting flour, butter, eggs and milk out of the fridge she got a large bowl and made the batter before heating the pan. Adding a little knob of butter to the pan she watched it melt before ladling a little batter into the pan. As she worked she began singing along with the radio.
In the back of her mind, she was sort of worried about the long term of things. Don't get her wrong, she thought her stepmother was a lovely lady, but the fact that her oldest stepsister was already with a baby girl was enough for her dad to round up his stepchildren and have one of his infamous sit downs with them. Sure, they were working on meeting halfway between his military-esque discipline and her... dare she say relative lack thereof? She decided to bite her tongue there, and instead focus on the delicious treats she was making.
Benson
"Hard work always comes before rewards."
Report your location soldier! Benson-Foxx residence sir!
What's your status? Well rested and content.
You call that a uniform? No sir!
What's your status? Well rested and content.
You call that a uniform? No sir!
Another morning in the Virginia summer heat, but Hope was up before dawn. At 5am she went for a morning run around the farm grounds before heading in to take a shower. Out of the girls' bathroom in clean clothes she dropped her dirty ones in the laundry hamper and made her way down to the kitchen, a grand space designed to cater a lot of people. Their mother loved holding parties back in the day, now they cooked enough food for a party every meal of every day.
Looking at the chore rota she saw it was her turn to cook breakfast. That was fine, she loved cooking, and since she was in a good mood she decided to prepare pancakes.
Getting flour, butter, eggs and milk out of the fridge she got a large bowl and made the batter before heating the pan. Adding a little knob of butter to the pan she watched it melt before ladling a little batter into the pan. As she worked she began singing along with the radio.
In the back of her mind, she was sort of worried about the long term of things. Don't get her wrong, she thought her stepmother was a lovely lady, but the fact that her oldest stepsister was already with a baby girl was enough for her dad to round up his stepchildren and have one of his infamous sit downs with them. Sure, they were working on meeting halfway between his military-esque discipline and her... dare she say relative lack thereof? She decided to bite her tongue there, and instead focus on the delicious treats she was making.
"And a calm comes before the storm."
Sulina
Shikoba Logan
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Listen to the wind, look up to the stars
Nature holds wisdom mortal words cannot speak
Nature holds wisdom mortal words cannot speak
Sheathing his bow, Shikoba carefully approached the deer he had shot, it was holding on to life, but it wouldn't last, "Rest and return to the earth, with thanks." he said, watching as the dark eye glazed over. Drawing a knife he began to work on preparing the carcass to carry it home. Although he occasionally looked around for predators, he didn't see anything, it was quiet, almost eerily so. Suddenly, even though he didn't hear a thing, something struck him from behind with force, and his vision melted into darkness.
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It had been a week since then, and the silence was deafening save for the occasional drip of water from the ceiling onto the cold stone floor. Shikoba didn't help himself, while many would begin talking to themselves for no other reason than to break the painful silence, he simply sat in quiet meditation. The food was satisfactory, if not what he was used to, and he was able to stretch and move around. But there were odd things he couldn't help but notice, like how visitors in their finery were speaking in hushed tones after looking through the window, or how eveything seemed to happen at night as opposed to the day.
Just after dusk, while he sat, admittedly missing the smell of sage as he reflected, the door opened and a man threw down some simple clothes and shoes. "Get changed and make it quick! Gotta look presentable to dem nobles."
Shikoba was confused, but nevertheless complied, only to be put in irons and roughly pulled out, that was when another guard chastised the first, "Be careful you idiot! You don't want to bruise him, or worse."
The first looked at his colleague, as if thinking, but complied and pushed his back from there. After being stamped on the shoulder, he was put in a cart with several others, all in their prime, and all fearful, just what exactly was going on?
After what felt like hours, they were told to dismount, and many, clearly afraid, hurriedly complied, stepping out he found himself in the woods, the blood moon being their only light.
"All right meatbags, listen up! As some of you might now, you're the quarry for the Nobles Sanguine Eclipse Hunt! When the Blood Moon fully eclipses, the Nobles will enter the fray. This is the first year our scouts went further out, so no doubt some of you had no idea of their little ritual" as he spoke, he and his colleagues began undoing the bindings on the group. "To make things fair, there's only one Noble to each human, and each of them picks out the number on your shoulder while you get your head start. If you manage to not get caught by dawn, well, you win, but I doubt that will happen, never has in decades. Well, you have fifteen minutes, and your time starts... now!"
There was a sense of panic as many darted away in random directions, no doubt looking for a hiding place. Shikoba, however, took advantage of the panic, using it to mask his own scent trail before finding a deer path and then heading up a tree with the agility of a wildcat. He didn't fully understand why this town had such a sport, but as someone who hunted animals, he knew a few tricks.
Many evils bear the skin of men
But men choose to resist or succumb
But men choose to resist or succumb
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Sulina
Damon
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Morgan
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"There are some people who would say an eye for an eye...
...but I prefer the sound of blood for blood."
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Sulina
Sinead
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"I wear a lot of hats, medical student, musican"
"What do you mean Apollo's daughter!?"
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Sulina
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Another day, another mess, Emiko had finally persuaded a rather frustrated child into moving on, and now she had to clean up the mess he had wrought in the aforementioned frustration. There were three broken plates, fortunately from the cheap set of crockery she had picked up last year, and a juice cup, all in pieces from being thrown at walls. While few got this aggressive at the fact that they were dead, there were the odd ones. Especially ones who died violently, who were prone to flipping between distraught and in tears to angry at what happened. Still, Emiko did pick to deal with the kids, and sadly there were kids dying in Japan as much as any other country.
Putting on some shoes that were reserved for such an occasion, she carefully cleared the china and glass before hoovering the entire space. Aiyo said she had a big job and she didn't need to know about this little explosion. Once she was done with the clearing up, she got to work on preparing something for when her friends came back. Aiyo liked to have a nice pot of tea on hand when she came home from larger jobs. So with that and some azuki bean mochi to hand she arranged them on the table. Walking over to the television she flicked it on, happening to be on time for Detective Conan. As a bonus, it was an episode with Kaito Kid, one of her favourite kinds. Hopefully it would be a while until she had more jobs. As much as she was skilled with the job of taking care of the kids, she didn't enjoy the fact that they did die. Shinigami though she was, she wasn't heartless.
Another day, another mess, Emiko had finally persuaded a rather frustrated child into moving on, and now she had to clean up the mess he had wrought in the aforementioned frustration. There were three broken plates, fortunately from the cheap set of crockery she had picked up last year, and a juice cup, all in pieces from being thrown at walls. While few got this aggressive at the fact that they were dead, there were the odd ones. Especially ones who died violently, who were prone to flipping between distraught and in tears to angry at what happened. Still, Emiko did pick to deal with the kids, and sadly there were kids dying in Japan as much as any other country.Putting on some shoes that were reserved for such an occasion, she carefully cleared the china and glass before hoovering the entire space. Aiyo said she had a big job and she didn't need to know about this little explosion. Once she was done with the clearing up, she got to work on preparing something for when her friends came back. Aiyo liked to have a nice pot of tea on hand when she came home from larger jobs. So with that and some azuki bean mochi to hand she arranged them on the table. Walking over to the television she flicked it on, happening to be on time for Detective Conan. As a bonus, it was an episode with Kaito Kid, one of her favourite kinds. Hopefully it would be a while until she had more jobs. As much as she was skilled with the job of taking care of the kids, she didn't enjoy the fact that they did die. Shinigami though she was, she wasn't heartless.
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Sulina
Amanda
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The Sun
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Holmes
Holmes
Sulina
Esther
Esther's eyes snapped open as she sat bolt upright, her fur clammy with a cold sweat from her nightmare. Once again she had found herself reliving a particularly abusive human and his assaults on her as a child, the same one the doctor on her previous vessel rescued her from before she was recruited by Pinkie as her navigator. She was free from him, but what he did to her would scar her for a long time.
Getting up she made her way to the galley, the galley had a pecking order, the captain would have the first choice, then officers, then the remaining crew. Being the navigator that put her high up there, given her natural sense of direction and keen sense for the weather just by the scent in the air. Given a recent raid they had some fresh bread, fruit, and deliciously cooked meats. Helping herself to the food on offer she sat down at one of the mess room tables and began to eat, listening carefully to the crew gossip, although she was careful not to show it.
Esther's eyes snapped open as she sat bolt upright, her fur clammy with a cold sweat from her nightmare. Once again she had found herself reliving a particularly abusive human and his assaults on her as a child, the same one the doctor on her previous vessel rescued her from before she was recruited by Pinkie as her navigator. She was free from him, but what he did to her would scar her for a long time.
Getting up she made her way to the galley, the galley had a pecking order, the captain would have the first choice, then officers, then the remaining crew. Being the navigator that put her high up there, given her natural sense of direction and keen sense for the weather just by the scent in the air. Given a recent raid they had some fresh bread, fruit, and deliciously cooked meats. Helping herself to the food on offer she sat down at one of the mess room tables and began to eat, listening carefully to the crew gossip, although she was careful not to show it.
Lang
Sulina
Marie
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Hiding under the bed
(In my body in my head)
Marie scrambled out of the circle when a young man appeared, that was not what she had in mind, had she messed up somewhere? A mispronunciation in the incantation? But an incubus? Really? Sex was the root of her problems! Well, more the fact that Jacob couldn't keep it in his boxers and she was more interested in getting into a good college rather than ruining her chances pleasing him. "I wanted to make them regret the infidelity, the sort of thing that would be shrugged off as karma, I wanted them to feel as if their betrayal brought a curse upon them being together behind my back." she said, not sure how else to put it.
As he brushed some of her hair out of her face, she blushed, his touch was gentle, but that faded when she noticed his eyes and the way he licked his lips. "Don't let him win Marie, he is a demon the same way as that stupid ex is on the inside." she thought.
Why won't someone come and save me from this?
Make it end!
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Hiding under the bed
(In my body in my head)
Marie scrambled out of the circle when a young man appeared, that was not what she had in mind, had she messed up somewhere? A mispronunciation in the incantation? But an incubus? Really? Sex was the root of her problems! Well, more the fact that Jacob couldn't keep it in his boxers and she was more interested in getting into a good college rather than ruining her chances pleasing him. "I wanted to make them regret the infidelity, the sort of thing that would be shrugged off as karma, I wanted them to feel as if their betrayal brought a curse upon them being together behind my back." she said, not sure how else to put it.As he brushed some of her hair out of her face, she blushed, his touch was gentle, but that faded when she noticed his eyes and the way he licked his lips. "Don't let him win Marie, he is a demon the same way as that stupid ex is on the inside." she thought.
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Why won't someone come and save me from this?
Make it end!
Pillips
Sulina
Shikoba Logan
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Listen to the wind, look up to the stars
Nature holds wisdom mortal words cannot speak
Nature holds wisdom mortal words cannot speak
Sheathing his bow, Shikoba carefully approached the deer he had shot, it was holding on to life, but it wouldn't last, "Rest and return to the earth, with thanks." he said, watching as the dark eye glazed over. Drawing a knife he began to work on preparing the carcass to carry it home. Although he occasionally looked around for predators, he didn't see anything, it was quiet, almost eerily so. Suddenly, even though he didn't hear a thing, something struck him from behind with force, and his vision melted into darkness.
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It had been a week since then, and the silence was deafening save for the occasional drip of water from the ceiling onto the cold stone floor. Shikoba didn't help himself, while many would begin talking to themselves for no other reason than to break the painful silence, he simply sat in quiet meditation. The food was satisfactory, if not what he was used to, and he was able to stretch and move around. But there were odd things he couldn't help but notice, like how visitors in their finery were speaking in hushed tones after looking through the window, or how eveything seemed to happen at night as opposed to the day.
Just after dusk, while he sat, admittedly missing the smell of sage as he reflected, the door opened and a man threw down some simple clothes and shoes. "Get changed and make it quick! Gotta look presentable to dem nobles."
Shikoba was confused, but nevertheless complied, only to be put in irons and roughly pulled out, that was when another guard chastised the first, "Be careful you idiot! You don't want to bruise him, or worse."
The first looked at his colleague, as if thinking, but complied and pushed his back from there. After being stamped on the shoulder, he was put in a cart with several others, all in their prime, and all fearful, just what exactly was going on?
After what felt like hours, they were told to dismount, and many, clearly afraid, hurriedly complied, stepping out he found himself in the woods, the blood moon being their only light.
"All right meatbags, listen up! As some of you might now, you're the quarry for the Nobles Sanguine Eclipse Hunt! When the Blood Moon fully eclipses, the Nobles will enter the fray. This is the first year our scouts went further out, so no doubt some of you had no idea of their little ritual" as he spoke, he and his colleagues began undoing the bindings on the group. "To make things fair, there's only one Noble to each human, and each of them picks out the number on your shoulder while you get your head start. If you manage to not get caught by dawn, well, you win, but I doubt that will happen, never has in decades. Well, you have fifteen minutes, and your time starts... now!"
There was a sense of panic as many darted away in random directions, no doubt looking for a hiding place. Shikoba, however, took advantage of the panic, using it to mask his own scent trail before finding a deer path and then heading up a tree with the agility of a wildcat. He didn't fully understand why this town had such a sport, but as someone who hunted animals, he knew a few tricks.
Many evils bear the skin of men
But men choose to resist or succumb
But men choose to resist or succumb
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Sulina
Emilio
"I didn't realise being humane...
It was late morning, too early for Emilio, or Lee as he was known to his family and friends, but he was up nonetheless, dressed in a red nightgown over loose-fitting pyjamas. He was on the phone, and the irritation was growing in his voice as he spoke to the person on the other end of the line. Sometimes, Emilio was glad that he didn't need that much sleep, he could run on a few hours easily. And when he was dealing with someone like Harold Jenkins, the supposed owner of Rosa Scintillante, the Strigori family's jeweller chain, he'd be lucky to get more than that.
"Well then Harold, perhaps I'll need to start keeping a closer eye on you, you do know how easy it is to charm that lovely HR manager of yours into a nice position to do so in person right?" he asked, his voice had a hint of ice in it, hearing the voice on the other end of the line, he chuckled, "I'm glad you agree, I'll be looking forward to a favourable outcome." he said, hanging up the phone and sitting at the plush chair with what sounded like a hybrid between a sigh and a groan. The fifty-something truly was an infant when it came to business decisions, perhaps he should start making arrangements for the man's retirement so that a more capable man took the position.
Letting out a yawn, silver grey eyes looking to the computer, a simple, but top-of-the-line, silver laptop, and he began to look over the reports from other departments that Harold supposedly looks over. Truth of the matter was, the head of the Strigori family was the real one pulling the strings, even if it took a little intimidation from time to time.
But this was not the only reason that Emilio was feeling restless right now.
Upon unearthing his father's will, he found out that he and his siblings were betrothed, an arrangement that their father had made with his friend, one Mr Dante. He had vague memories of the man, and he seemed pleasant enough, but to agree to something as archaic as this...
Looking at the table clock he sighed, "Far too early to go hunting..." he muttered, figuring he might as well get some sleep. He worked from home, so he looked after the home and garden's upkeep as well as keeping the money going in, it was not easy, but he didn't mind, he liked the challenge and the satisfaction of knowing he achieved his goals.
Strigori
...was for humans alone."
"I didn't realise being humane...
It was late morning, too early for Emilio, or Lee as he was known to his family and friends, but he was up nonetheless, dressed in a red nightgown over loose-fitting pyjamas. He was on the phone, and the irritation was growing in his voice as he spoke to the person on the other end of the line. Sometimes, Emilio was glad that he didn't need that much sleep, he could run on a few hours easily. And when he was dealing with someone like Harold Jenkins, the supposed owner of Rosa Scintillante, the Strigori family's jeweller chain, he'd be lucky to get more than that."Well then Harold, perhaps I'll need to start keeping a closer eye on you, you do know how easy it is to charm that lovely HR manager of yours into a nice position to do so in person right?" he asked, his voice had a hint of ice in it, hearing the voice on the other end of the line, he chuckled, "I'm glad you agree, I'll be looking forward to a favourable outcome." he said, hanging up the phone and sitting at the plush chair with what sounded like a hybrid between a sigh and a groan. The fifty-something truly was an infant when it came to business decisions, perhaps he should start making arrangements for the man's retirement so that a more capable man took the position.
Letting out a yawn, silver grey eyes looking to the computer, a simple, but top-of-the-line, silver laptop, and he began to look over the reports from other departments that Harold supposedly looks over. Truth of the matter was, the head of the Strigori family was the real one pulling the strings, even if it took a little intimidation from time to time.
But this was not the only reason that Emilio was feeling restless right now.
Upon unearthing his father's will, he found out that he and his siblings were betrothed, an arrangement that their father had made with his friend, one Mr Dante. He had vague memories of the man, and he seemed pleasant enough, but to agree to something as archaic as this...
Looking at the table clock he sighed, "Far too early to go hunting..." he muttered, figuring he might as well get some sleep. He worked from home, so he looked after the home and garden's upkeep as well as keeping the money going in, it was not easy, but he didn't mind, he liked the challenge and the satisfaction of knowing he achieved his goals.
Strigori
...was for humans alone."