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 Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 8:27 am
 ▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Crevan Guardian Spirit
❛𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁. 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 a𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁..
B𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎.❜
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Mood: Horrified | Company: Angel?? | Wearing: Casual | Crushing on: No One | Money: $860
The fox hurried on over as soon as he recieved the message from a colleague, claiming that they were in need of another worker in the shop. He frowned, cursing under his breath. He was having such a good time talking to Yang until his moment was abruptly interrupted by his ringtone. However, as frustrated as he may be, he was feeling quite giddy over their encounter. Perhaps, he should ask her out on a 'date' some day, that could be quite amazing. His golden irises scan the area and stopped the moment he laid eyes upon Bookworm's. The bell chimed as he pushed open the door and before he could process what was going on, his golden irises fell upon a woman who was boldly dressed with her assets falling out and about. But what truly caught his attention was that this woman looked awfully familiar, too familiar to be precise. She possessed feline features that reminded him of Angel, especially her long silver tresses. She was remarkably stunning however, the fact that it reminded him too much of Angel rubbed him the wrong way. "U-um, miss? May I help you?" He tried to tear his gaze away but his golden irises widened as he noticed a faint scar prying beneath the small fabric just slightly above her ribs. It was then the fox's face drained itself of colour as he stumbled backwards. That woman is not a look alike. No. She is Angel. What the hell is going on? Since when had Angel turned into a woman. Crevan is utterly horrified. Just to what sort of desperate measure is this man(??) going to take before he stops his nonsensical shenanigans?
"Angel- what the hell are you doing?! This is ridiculous!" he exclaimed, taking a couple steps backwards. Oh lord, please, slap some sense into this man. Crevan paused, then shook his head as hard as possible. How was he so sure that he's Angel? It could be some strange coincidence. Like how "coincidentally" Angel had bumped into him for the past couple of days. "Please. Please for the love of god. Do not tell me you are Angel. You're not.. are you?" he asked. No matter how slim the chances may be, Crevan was willing to pray that it was he, himself that was being overly paranoid and that this woman was some stripper who just so happens to want to read a book. Because strippers read too.. right?
Out.Of.Crocodiles: What is he supposed to call Angel now? Angela? rofl rofl rofl
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 10:40 am
 Ʌηɡϵl ζɩoɳɩs
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Raphael ║ 23 ║ Single ║Model x☯ Sweetheart I'm here for you. To see your pretty face..
I'd defy all the stars. To capture your embrace... ☯ Angel hummed softly to herself in dulcet tones as she approached the bookshelf closest to her. Cookbooks? She looked a little doubtful but decided to grab one of the slender volumes, flipping open to a random page and scanning the recipe. Despite her resolve to wait here until Crevan showed up -if he showed up, she was still a little impatient. And the recipe for a Chocolate Slice, just wasn't that interesting. Returning the book to its rightful place, the dark skinned female found that she had to stand on the tips of her toes to reach a book on a higher shelf. Angel was just stretching to read a book about different confectionary recipes, when a familiar voice acknowledged her presence. Startled, she gave a slight yelp and fell, landing heavily on her side. She groaned when the book in question fell on her face. Just her luck. She wanted to be different in the hopes of winning her fox's affections, but she was still the clumsy male she had been before taking the potion. Breathing an irritated sigh of annoyance, Angel stood and dusted herself off, retrieving the book from the ground. She turned to face Crevan, schooling her features into a flawless mask of indifference. Despite her nonchalant outer appearance, the feline was bursting with happiness on the inside. Crevan recognised him! That was both a good thing and a bad thing. Good, because her beloved knew her well enough to recognise her even in this questionable state. Bad, because if she wasn't careful his plan would fail. Keeping in mind how similar she looked to her normal self, Angel chose to assume a Spanish accent and decided to act a little different than she usually would. She was suddenly glad that she had spent some time in Spain, allowing her to be fluent in the language. "Angel...? No. Angelique..." Angel furrowed her perfectly plucked brows, adopting a confused look as she shook her head. If this worked, then she might be willing to permanently change into a female. Anything to ensure Crevan's love. "Do I... Know you?" She asked slowly, her eyes wide an innocent as she hid away any signs of recognition. Crevan couldn't find out what Angel had done. That might ruin her chances with him, forever.☯ Sweetheart I'm holding out. Sweetheart we're pulling through..
Sweetheart I'm reaching out. Only to get to you.. ☯ I Never Wanted You To Leave... But I Have To Let You Go...
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 11:02 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Crevan Guardian Spirit
❛𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁. 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 a𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁..
B𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎.❜
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Mood: Doubtful | Company: Angelique? | Wearing: Casual | Crushing on: No One | Money: $860
Crevan stared at her with his eyebrows furrowed. She looked so similar. A relative of his? No, that can't be. He never mentioned any relatives. Then again, he didn't need to in the first place. Noticing that he had startled the woman(?), he quickly apologized, stepping forward and helping her up on her feet. That scent.. "You-.." he came to an abrupt stop before finishing his sentence. His golden irises locked onto hers and he quickly tore his gaze away after realizing he was staring a tad too long at her. It wasn't until she spoke that he had slowly let his guard down. His once tensed features appearing slightly softer and much more approachable. He had decided to brush his anxieties away upon hearing her spanish accent but despite so, he hasn't fully let his guard down. No, not until he was fully sure. "Angelique.. hm?" Angel. Angelique. What's with all these coincidence? He breathed a sigh, his eyes now focused on the book she had in hand though her clothing was getting in the way of him attempting to identify what sort of book she was holding. Crevan tore his gaze away from her and stared at the ground instead. It was obvious he was feeling uneasy but there was something about this woman that seemed alluring. He returned his gaze towards her, golden irises meeting her single emerald eye, and in that moment, there was an almost lustful look that flickered within his eyes, a sense of longing, but even so, his body seemed to defy what he feels. "No, I suppose you don't. Sorry for startling you earlier.." he frowned as he felt a strong sense of guilt that began to surface within him. He's being overly paranoid. If only he hadn't made his move on that model. If only.. Damn, that Angel. He's gotten the fox's feelings all messed up.
"I didn't think there's anyone who'd actually come out in such an.. exposing get up. It's the middle of winter. Are you not cold at all?" the fox asked, eyeing her once before he slipped off his sweater and handed it towards the woman, leaving only his black undershirt on. "Put it on, you'd eventually catch a cold at this rate."
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 11:45 am
Ʌηɡϵl ζɩoɳɩs
_________________
Raphael ║ 23 ║ Single ║Model x☯ Sweetheart I'm here for you. To see your pretty face..
I'd defy all the stars. To capture your embrace... ☯ The newly dubbed 'Angelique' lifted a hand to cover her mouth as she chuckled softly, her eyes lighting up at his touch. Her body shivered slightly at the feel of his gaze upon her skin, the feeling both familiar and welcomed. If only he would look at her like that when she was truly herself. What did everyone else have that Angel didn't? Maybe he just wasn't good enough. Maybe he would never be good enough for Crevan. But that wouldn't stop him from trying to conquer the fox's heart. He would change himself and give up his whole identity if it came with the promise of Crevan's love. "Who is this 'Angel' you were looking for? Maybe... I could help you look for hi-them?" The silver haired woman inwardly winced at her blunder but kept up with her innocent appearance. She clutched the cookbook to her chest, tilting her head to the side and allowing her hair to fall about her in long waves while she waited for a reply. She hoped that her little mistake hadn't cost her this invaluable chance. Angelique took a step closer to Crevan, looking up at him with a small smile as she gently poked his nose. "Don't worry... I'm sure you can make it up to me... Somehow" she replied suggestively, brushing a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. If she played her cards right, maybe she would win Crevan's heart in this new body? "W-winter..." The darker woman repeated softly, accepting the jacket as she thought about the single word. She hadn't thought about the weather when she had bought this outfit. All she could focus on was Crevan, so she hadn't even paid any attention to her own needs. Angelique took a few steps back suddenly when she caught herself staring at the fox's lips. She turned away and opened the book, trying to distract herself from the indecent thoughts floating around in her mind. "T-Thank you..." She added over her shoulder.☯ Sweetheart I'm holding out. Sweetheart we're pulling through..
Sweetheart I'm reaching out. Only to get to you.. ☯ I Never Wanted You To Leave... But I Have To Let You Go...
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 12:27 pm
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Crevan Guardian Spirit
❛𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁. 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 a𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁..
B𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎.❜
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Mood: Doubtful | Company: Angelique? | Wearing: Casual | Crushing on: No One | Money: $860
The fox shook his head at her question. Look for Angel? No. He'd be better off avoiding that man. "That won't be necessary." he stated, waving his hand in a dismissive manner. Crevan looked around the establishment and not a single customer was in sight. He wondered who he was filling in for, the shop wasn't even busy to start with. With that, Crevan's frown deepened further. Way to ruin a man's night with his new found friend. He doesn't even know when's the next time he'd be able to sit back and chat with Yang. It probably wouldn't be anytime soon, though. He gazed at the woman as she stepped closer, surprised by the sudden touch against his nose. "..and how do you suppose I do that?" he murmured, grabbing her hand and gently removing it from his nose. That scent's drives him crazy, it arouses him yet at the same time, it reminds him so much of Angel, which makes the the fox feel slight discomfort. "You look exactly like him.. such resemblance. It makes me wonder if you're telling the truth or just playing dumb." he murmured, grabbing her stray, silver lock of hair and twirling it around his slender fingers. The fox knows when someone's staring at his features, just like how this woman had been staring at his lips. He smiled and turned away, hesitating whether he should pursue this woman or let this opportunity slip by. When he returned his gaze towards Angelique, she already had his sweater up and over her head. He was taken aback at the sight with his lips slightly parted as surprise took over his features. This woman was absolutely beautiful. She wasn't like the others. This woman.. she has an alluring vibe that attracts Crevan towards her. The fox snapped out of his thoughts and cleared his throat. He should stop thinking about everything else and focus on what was in front of him. A beautiful young woman he probably wouldn't encounter after tonight. He stepped closer as his golden irises scan her body. The plain sight of her wearing his sweater over what seemed like her undergarments had his heart racing. "It's not safe to wear such a revealing outfit. You never know what might happen." he stated, pulling the book out of her hand and placing it on top of the table nearby. "It's upside down." murmured the fox as he rested his arm against the surface of the wall just slightly above her head. He leaned towards her, examining her features. "What are you so nervous about? Weren't you teasing me just a second earlier?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 2:17 pm
Ʌηɡϵl ζɩoɳɩs
_________________
Raphael ║ 23 ║ Single ║Model x☯ Sweetheart I'm here for you. To see your pretty face..
I'd defy all the stars. To capture your embrace... ☯ Angelique frowned slightly at Crevan's dismissal. Why didn't he want to look for her? Didn't he like her? Ignoring the familiar pain which encompassed her heart, she forced herself to smile brightly and appear as naturally happy as possible. So what if he didn't like her as Angel. He seemed to like her well enough as Angelique, and that was enough for now. She ignored his question, choosing to answer it later in favour of focusing on his accusation. There was no way that he could tell that she was really a man. But he was a fox, so maybe... He could smell her? She hadn't put any form of perfume on, so whatever he smelt was just her natural scent. One that didn't change even if her body did. "Why don't you tell me, muneco?" She challenged cheekily, knowing that that was something she would normally never have done. As Angel she was always honest. As Angelique she was selfish and devious. She'd even gone right ahead and called him a doll. Hopefully he didn't know Spanish. At the mention of her odd choice in attire, Angelique gazed down at her body, suddenly glad for the jumper covering her. It was large enough to cover all her scars except the one on her face. "Don't worry, guapo. I can take care of myself." She sighed softly, aware that she had just called the fox handsome. She had to tone it down a little or else he may suspect something. Her heterochromia eyes followed after him as her book was plucked from her grasp and placed atop a table. Crevan's sudden proximity made her heart race in her chest. He was so close... "I'm not nervous... Just wary. I don't even know your name." She replied shortly, flashing the fox a dazzling smile.☯ Sweetheart I'm holding out. Sweetheart we're pulling through..
Sweetheart I'm reaching out. Only to get to you.. ☯ I Never Wanted You To Leave... But I Have To Let You Go...OOC: Google translate was used so my Spanish might not be accurate.
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Posted: Sat Jul 02, 2016 10:04 pm
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Crevan Guardian Spirit
❛𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁. 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 a𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁..
B𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎.❜
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Mood: Doubtful | Company: Angelique? | Wearing: Casual | Crushing on: No One | Money: $860
An eyebrow was raised at her challenge and he released the lock of hair he had been toying with his fingers since earlier. They were so similar in so many ways and no matter how hard the fox tried, he couldn't wipe the thought of Angel out of his mind. Had he gone mad? Crevan breathed a sigh, "I don't know. I don't.. know. You're-.." he was tongue tied and at loss for words. His free hand slowly reached up and brush her silver tresses out of her face, revealing her violet eye from underneath. Crevan inhaled sharply and his eyes fluttered shut. He had a sense of longing for this woman and he most definitely would regret it for passing this chance up but the scars on her body, her heterochromia irises, her features, her.. scent. They reminded him so much of Angel that it had started to rub him the wrong way. "Crevan. I go by Crevan." he stated as he slowly pried his eyes open. His eyes remain downcast, golden irises slightly covered by his long lashes. "You can take care of yourself, you say? I don't see you resisting me in any way." He gazed up at the woman, his eyes filled with lust and desire. The fox leaned towards her, his index finger gently brushing over her surprisingly soft lips. The way she brought herself, the way she worked that sweater of his.. she was such a tease and the fox had already begun to regret lending her his sweater. Before their lips even touched, the fox growled and pulled away, averting his gaze towards the cashier. He couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to. "Sorry, I-.. were you planning on borrowing that book? I'll have it check out for you. I'll walk you home after that. It's dangerous at night." he answered. He was no longer in the mood. Everywhere he went, it was all Angel. His silhouettes and what not. It had been haunting him since a couple days back and to be honest, it was starting to freak him out.
"Sorry for earlier. I didn't mean to- y'know.. I- I just can't, I'm sorry."
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 1:15 am
Ʌηɡϵl ζɩoɳɩs
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Raphael ║ 23 ║ Single ║Model x☯ Sweetheart I'm here for you. To see your pretty face..
I'd defy all the stars. To capture your embrace... ☯ Angelique visibly flinched when her violet eye was exposed. Her sister's eye. The one constant reminder of how she had failed. The one constant link to her past that she could never destroy. She released a shaky breath and smiled upon his introduction. He was still a little doubtful, but he was starting to believe that she was someone else. Good. "Crevan? That's a beautiful name." Sora suited the fox better in her opinion, but she couldn't tell him that. Only Angel knew his true name. Angelique didn't. "Ah... I am not resisting... Te deseo" I want you. The foreign female shivered with pleasure when Crevan ran a finger over her lower lip. Her lips parted as if preparing for a scandalous kiss, but when none came she just smiled. Maybe he did like Angel after all? Angelique held on to this small glimmer of hope as she listened to the fox's words of regret. She hated seeing him so torn. But it was necessary. "Don't worry about it." She replied, waving her hand with dismissal. She outstretched her leg and hooked her foot around his ankle, tripping him so he would fall backwards. She then took this opportunity to settle herself on top of his chest, one leg on either side of him. "Krav maga." Angelique stated simply, shrugging a shoulder delicately. Her gaze was locked on Crevan's a she spoke, momentarily forgetting about the cookbook. Because she didn't wear any pants, from this angle one could clearly see the parallel scars running up the inside of each thigh. Another reminder of her past. "How about you walk me home and tell me what's on your mind? I've been told that I am an exceptional listener." She murmured, gently tugging on Crevan's sweater, inching it down on her body to cover more of herself.☯ Sweetheart I'm holding out. Sweetheart we're pulling through..
Sweetheart I'm reaching out. Only to get to you.. ☯ I Never Wanted You To Leave... But I Have To Let You Go...
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 2:13 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Crevan Guardian Spirit
❛𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁. 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 a𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁..
B𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎.❜
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Mood: Doubtful | Company: Angelique? | Wearing: Casual | Crushing on: No One | Money: $860
"So I've been told." he stated, chuckling lightly in the process. He recalled the model saying something similar to him the last time they encountered each other. He wasn't paying much attention to what she was saying until he heard the words: "Te deseo". His golden irises flickered as he shot her a devious smile. That, he understood. "Well, aren't you a straightforward woman." it was quite a surprise to hear her blurt out words such as those. There were women who are as straightforward as she is but it was highly uncommon. The people he came across were usually much, much more reserved and definitely don't walk around town in their undergarments. Trying to get this over and done with, the fox took the book from the table and before he had the chance to leave for the counter, he felt a sudden pull from the back of his leg. The next moment, he had fell backwards, knocking his head against the chair in the process. Krav Maga? He held his head in pain. This woman meant business. "You could've warned me about that." the fox muttered. His gaze fell upon the scars on her inner thigh and it brought flashbacks to the night he spent with Angel. He, too, had similar scars. He grabbed a hold of her hands, gesturing for her to stay still before his hands slowly slid down to her inner thighs and gently brushed against her scars. "You- this.. the scars.. You're not lying to me, are you? Have I gone mad?" he tilted his head backwards and stared at the ceiling. Crevan caught a faint glimmer at the corner of his eyes and when he turned his head to his right, his star ball was in plain sight. It was then, in a split second, horror took over his features. "Ah- s**t-" Almost in a panic, the fox quickly grabbed a hold of it, afraid that someone might take it from him. An average kitsune's star ball is in the shade of white but his was black in colour, it emitted a dark aura with a faint purple glimmer within its core along with a golden streak across the center. Upon hearing Angelique's words, the fox simply shook his head and pushed himself up. His arms were now hooked around her waist now that he had the woman sitting on his legs.
"I bet you're a good listener, oh yes, but it's unnecessary. I have nothing to talk about. I will walk you home, though. That's a given."
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 5:47 am
Ʌηɡϵl ζɩoɳɩs
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Raphael ║ 23 ║ Single ║Model x☯ Sweetheart I'm here for you. To see your pretty face..
I'd defy all the stars. To capture your embrace... ☯ Angelique winced when she realised that she had caused Crevan to hit his head. She really was terrible. "You seem pretty straightforward yourself, Mr. Casanova" she murmured softly, her full lips quirking into a small smirk. She liked this position. Crevan beneath her and talking to her. It was nice. If only he would do it more often... She shook her head, fighting the sudden longing she felt for him to call her name. Angel. The tanned female absently followed the fox's gaze, her features darkening slightly when she remembered what was down there. She quickly made a move to get up. To flee. But was stopped when Crevan suddenly caught her wrists and motioned for her to stay still. Ever the obedient woman, Angelique did as she was asked and remained still. Her sensual body tensed when his hands slipped between her legs, tracing along the inside of each thigh. She had to think quickly or else he may see through her disguise. "These scars? They... They are markings... Which identify what family you are from." She lied. As much as she hated to admit, if he asked if she was related to Angel, she would have to use... That name. Raphael. His true name. The name of an angel. If every child had a guardian angel, then Angel's had abandoned him. Angelique caught sight of something shiny and round to her side. Curious, she turned to look at it before being knocked over in Crevan's haste to get the shiny object. Due to her obsession with the fox, she had researched his species and knew from her research that the shiny object was his lifeline. Or so the website had said. One couldn't believe everything they read, though. But now that she knew what it looked like, she could use it against him at a later date. Maybe when she was in her true form. "I am new to the area, so I'm currently staying with my... Brother... Raphael. But I don't remember where he lives so would you mind keeping me company for a bit? Who knows... We may bump into him?" It was surprising how easily she lied considering how honest she was as Angel.☯ Sweetheart I'm holding out. Sweetheart we're pulling through..
Sweetheart I'm reaching out. Only to get to you.. ☯ I Never Wanted You To Leave... But I Have To Let You Go...
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 6:38 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Crevan Guardian Spirit
❛𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁. 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 a𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁..
B𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎.❜
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Mood: Doubtful | Company: Angelique? | Wearing: Casual | Crushing on: No One | Money: $860
"Well I suppose we have one thing in common then." he chuckled. He had been addressed as Casanova by people since god knows how long ago but he wasn't fazed by it. In fact, he took it as a compliment. The fox readjusted his beanie atop his head that was messed up during the fall, however, he didn't care much for his messy hair. He was entranced by the woman's beauty. He shook his head, tearing his gaze away from her at the mention of her scar. Of course. She wasn't Angel. That's impossible. Him, turning into a woman? Over his dead body. What piqued his interest was how she claimed her scars determines the family she belongs to. He's been exploring the world for centuries and he had come across people with tribal markings to determine which clans they belonged to but as for scars, it was his first time hearing such a thing. He furrowed his eyebrows, obviously confused but he had decided to save his question for a later date. She seemed nervous earlier, perhaps she doesn't like to talk about it. His body instantly tensed up at the mention of her brother. Angel?
"O-Oh.. I see. I'll accompany you so don't give me that Krav Maga s**t. You're a woman and I won't be able to have a good night's sleep until I see you home safely."
He huffed, toying with the gem in his hands. He had no where to keep it at the moment and it'd be least likely for him to stash his star ball away in front of a crowd. He's had it taken from him once and for it to happen again, it'll be a big humiliation to the fox. The sight of his star ball had brought back certain memories he'd wish to forget. Crevan breathed a sigh and rested his forehead against her shoulder. "Sorry. Give me a minute. Let's stay this way for a while."
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 7:48 am
Ʌηɡϵl ζɩoɳɩs
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Raphael ║ 23 ║ Single ║Model x☯ Sweetheart I'm here for you. To see your pretty face..
I'd defy all the stars. To capture your embrace... ☯ "My, my. How chivalrous. I only wish I had meant you earlier" the silvernette teased lightly, turning her face away to hide her small frown. It was time to drop the act. Angelique's body was still tense as her companion rested his head against her shoulder. What she was about to do would break her heart, but it was necessary for her survival. And as much as she just wanted to stay here in her beloved's arms, she needed to do this. "I'm really sorry Crevan.."
She murmured softly, snatching the beautiful ball from the male's grasp. She quickly leapt backwards and put some distance inbetween herself and the fox, backing away quickly. "Look, don't get mad..." She started, her alarm causing her ability to subtly activate. If Crevan got to close her ability would cause him to fall asleep. She kept her eyes locked onto his feet, unable to meet his gaze. She couldn't bear to see him angry. Not at her. "I-I just need you to propose to Raphael then ill give this back!" She said quickly, stumbling in her haste to keep space between herself and Crevan. She held the small ball to her chest, sparks of adrenalin coursing through her body as she prepared for the worst. Maybe she should have just played along and gotten him to fall in love with this new body. With this new identity. Maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much. Growing up Angel had been so starved of love, that whenever his love was denied or if someone he loved hated him, it took a physical toll on his body. Once he had been bedridden for a week after an ex love abused him. He was really insecure.☯ Sweetheart I'm holding out. Sweetheart we're pulling through..
Sweetheart I'm reaching out. Only to get to you.. ☯ I Never Wanted You To Leave... But I Have To Let You Go...
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 8:37 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Crevan Guardian Spirit
❛𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁. 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 a𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁..
B𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎.❜
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Mood: Furious, Humiliated | Company: Angelique? | Wearing: Casual | Crushing on: No One | Money: $860
"Oh, really?" He chuckled and shook his head. Chivalrous? Was he? Perhaps she had reminded him of Vixen, or perhaps he saw his sister's split image in every single women he came across. That girl, she was a bundle of trouble and he supposed that was where he had gotten his overly protective personality. However, what was to come next was absolutely unexpected. He brought his head up and gazed blankly at the woman named Angelique as she apologized. Before he managed to utter a single word, the woman took the chance and snatched his star ball from his hands when he was still in a daze. "Wha- what have you.." His mind went blank in an instant, his hand remained absolutely still while his gaze fell upon the now vacant spot where the orb once laid. His golden irises slowly drift towards the black orb she held in her hands and in that split second, the fox snapped. His long canines protruded underneath his lips as he growled furiously, black orbs of flames danced around his fingertips. "How dare you, you wretch! Return it this instant!" he yelled, and in the next moment, his fire orbs landed on the ground before her foot, leaving a horrendous, black, burnt marking against the tiles. It was a warning. As long as she returns it without speaking her wish, he'd let her go. He prayed, he prayed as hard as he could. His hands trembled with fear. His golden irises darkened to a certain degree as he glared daggers at the woman. The moment her lips parted open, he lifted his hands in attempt to shut her up but instead, his arms froze. No, he couldn't harm a woman. She's a.. woman. "P-Please- Don't do this, please return it to me.. I- I can't handle this the second time.." he begged as his arms collapsed to his side. Instead of anger upon his features, this time around, the fox was horrified. His face drained of colour as his trembling hand reached for his orb.
"I-I just need you to propose to Raphael then ill give this back!"
His hand came to a pause, and it fell limp to his side once more. He fell silent for a short moment until a withering chuckle escaped his lips, which slowly turned into a hysterical laughter that echoed throughout the room. He came to a pause all of a sudden as he gazed at her, his features drained of emotions. His gaze was blank, empty, as if he had everything robbed off him the moment she had taken his star ball. "You.. you're all the same. Such selfishness. Do you feel no shame at all.. Is this all an act to you? Is that it..? You are utterly disgusting. You.. you-.. you deserve to burn in hell." he muttered under his breath. The fox was powerless and as much as he'd like to resist, it was impossible. With the star ball in her hands, he is fully under her command. How had she known? It was impossible- not many people know about kitsune star balls. What exactly does she want with him. What's with this Raphael man..?
"Who the ******** are you! What do you want?! W- why.. are you doing this to me.. s-,,so humiliating.. you're all the same.. you're all.. the same.. Monsters.. you're all a monsters.." the fox chanted, holding his head as tight as possible. At this point, the fox was on the verge of going hysterical. It was utterly humiliating to him, he was furious, he was angry but above all, he was hurt, so.. very, hurt.
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 10:05 am
Ʌηɡϵl ζɩoɳɩs
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Raphael ║ 23 ║ Single ║Model x☯ Sweetheart I'm here for you. To see your pretty face..
I'd defy all the stars. To capture your embrace... ☯ Angelique closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip until she drew blood. What was she doing? Just moments ago everything was perfect! She was so close, and now... He looked at her as if she repulsed him. Flashes of dark memories appeared then, causing her to open her eyes once more and finally meet the fox's gaze. No. She couldn't allow herself to remember. She couldn't allow herself to realise just how truly twisted she is. "I-I'm not giving it back until you promise that you'll propose to him! That's all I'm asking!" The woman held onto the black ball with one hand while her other hand reached out and held onto the table behind her, steadying her swaying body. She felt cold, and it had nothing to do with the weather. Her hands shook and her body trembled with fear. She wasn't afraid of Crevan. She was afraid of losing him. That was why she was doing all this. Angel was an honest person and wouldn't have been able to keep lying to her beloved too much longer. It hurt. Every insult hurled in her direction felt like a knife slicing through what was left of her tainted soul. It left her emotionally drained and physically breathless. But still, she did not waver. This was too important. She had been living a life of monochrome bleakness. She had just been an empty shell -a puppet with no mind of its own. Until Crevan came along. He helped her to see colour and taught her that it was okay to want things. Of course, he didn't know that. Despite how brief their meetings were and how little they knew of each other, Angel was in love. "I... I'm sorry..." She whispered, her eyes appearing vacant as she watched Crevan. The only thing keeping her upright at the moment was the constant reminder to herself that this was necessary. If she didn't do this, Crevan would never see her again. The ball of fire at her feet didn't faze Angelique. It was the hysterical laughter erupting from the fox which made her jump. She almost dropped the dark orb from shock, although she managed to catch it before it hit the floor. The article about kitsune's hadn't explained that the fox would do anything asked of them by whomever was in control of their lifeline. All she had read was that it was important to their survival and had assumed that it could be used as leverage. The female stalker gave an involuntary shudder when he called her disgusting. She really was, wasn't she? She bit down harder on her lower lip to avoid saying anything unnecessary. A stream of blood ran down her chin from her split lip, but she couldn't care less. Every word uttered from Crevan's lips pushed her deeper into the deep abyss that was her broken mind. She really was a monster. A horrible, worthless, disgusting creature which should just... Die. Heterochromia eyes narrowed under perfect brows. Die? Angelique remembered being told to die. It was so long ago that she'd nearly forgotten. Her mother... Her mother had told her to die. That she wished that Angel had died instead of Harley... Suddenly Angelique smiled. This pain. This emptiness she felt, was nothing. Nothing compared to what Harley must have felt when she died. Nothing Angel hadn't already endured when his own lifeline was killed. This ache in his chest? It was nothing...☯ Sweetheart I'm holding out. Sweetheart we're pulling through..
Sweetheart I'm reaching out. Only to get to you.. ☯ I Never Wanted You To Leave... But I Have To Let You Go...
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2016 10:22 am
▁ ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ Crevan Guardian Spirit
❛𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒽𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁. 𝐿𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓃𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 a𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁..
B𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀, 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓎.❜
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Mood: Furious, Humiliated | Company: Angelique? | Wearing: Casual | Crushing on: No One | Money: $860
He sat still with downcast eyes. He was furious but the fox felt a small relief at her request though it had only last for a split second. At least he didn't need to get his hands dirty. No. Crevan shook his head as hard as he could, shaking the horrifying memory out of his head. The man's hand that once grabbed onto his ankle as he begged for his life to be saved. The sound of him suffocating. The warm liquid of what appeared to be his blood in the fox's hand. He cursed under his breath. He was unable to defy any orders given by the person who holds his star ball and at her command, the fox quietly murmured. "I understand.." Crevan could feel the pain of having his precious gem taken from him. It was painful, both physically and mentally. The fox panicked when Angelique lost her grip on his orb. Should she break it, the fox would cease to exist. "I'd rather you kill me now than to go through this humiliation once more.." he quietly spoke in a voice barely audible, one meant only for him to hear. What had driven this woman insane to the point she had to take his starball in order for him to propose to thism Raphael man. Who was he? What does he want him for? Crevan couldn't care less at the moment. He needed his starball back and he'd do whatever it takes to get it back. Crevan pushed himself up on his two feet and gazed blankly at the woman. "Get up." he ordered. "Take me to this Raphael person. Take me there.. now." the fox was obviously weakened now that his life force was in the hands of another though he tried hard not to let it show. He didn't want to go through this painful process and if he could, he'd let the woman have it while he slowly disappear overtime. Kitsune, once parted from their star ball for too long will eventually die but Crevan can't do that. No. He can't leave Vixen alone, not in the state she's in.
"I don't want your apology. I don't need it.. I just.. need my star ball. Tell me who this Raphael person is."
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