I'm working hard lately to rise the quality of my posts....
Look my latest posts in a vampire Vs. werewolves role play:
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"What...?" He whispered for himself, jumping from the tree. He landed on the floor graciously, not making a sound. He closed his eyes, trying to hear the sounds around him. There you are...
He dashed in the opposite direction of the wind, hopping to find the intruder unprepared. The moon was bright, illuminating his path. Some seconds passed, and he managed to identify a different shadow between the trees. A slim shadow, obviously pertaining to a female. He climbed a nearby tree and started to jump, from branch to branch, finally reaching a tree close enough for him to see her. She didn't seemed to be a vampire, nor a human. What could she be? He never really cared much about others then himself, so his knowledge about other races was limited.
He jumped down from the tree, now landing some meters far from the stranger.
"Hello..." He started, unsure of what to say. His voice, a completely new sound for him, came out rusty and low. He tried once more, without failing. "Well, I guess this is a Hello..."
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"I might be old and not so wise, but... I'm still my self... I mean, my teen-self..." he shrugged, kicking a nearby rock, as if that would make him look... Newer. "And to prove that... I never do my Homework...!" He laughed, finally something funny. Now, his eyes shifted between her face and... the moon. He couldn't hold himself, such a beautiful... Thing the moon was... Sometimes, he just wondered how the sun should be now, as he wasn't really a big fan of daylight, and hardly ever was awake during those hours.
"A wish...?" Juan questioned, gazing at her, trying to understand anything. But a wish?That was a... Interesting word choice... He never really wished to find someone-- In fact, he wished for loneliness. But now, all those thoughts, all those hours he past alone... Seemed all time that passed in vain. Maybe she was right after all, he didn't have company for a long time, and he was glad he met her.
"A wish...?" Juan questioned, gazing at her, trying to understand anything. But a wish?That was a... Interesting word choice... He never really wished to find someone-- In fact, he wished for loneliness. But now, all those thoughts, all those hours he past alone... Seemed all time that passed in vain. Maybe she was right after all, he didn't have company for a long time, and he was glad he met her.
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"Those are meaningful words... It explains a lot about us! 'Myself is all I need to be though'..." he whispered, gazing at her now. As she faced the sky, he could see her passion for the night, as the girl's eyes shinned as those glimmering-sparkly-stars. Was she as obsessed with the sky wonders as he was? Or was she a admirer of the stars; While he admired all the universe?
He tilted his head lightly, facing the trees around them. The greenish pattern was stunning, but at the same time, monotonous and motiveless... How to define that admiration? Maybe... The plain ground is the past that once lived, the trees are the present we can reach; But the stars are our impossible wishes and hopes for the future, and we will hardly ever get them, so we can just content ourselves in looking at the skies and dreaming.
He tilted his head lightly, facing the trees around them. The greenish pattern was stunning, but at the same time, monotonous and motiveless... How to define that admiration? Maybe... The plain ground is the past that once lived, the trees are the present we can reach; But the stars are our impossible wishes and hopes for the future, and we will hardly ever get them, so we can just content ourselves in looking at the skies and dreaming.
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"This is kind of a... strange thing I just thought at: We are like rain and snow; 'Live' in different places, come in different seasons... Have different shapes and have different temperatures... But in the end, both have started and will end as the same thing: Water... Even so different, they have something in common..." Juan said in a poetical manner. That was, surely, one of his best... sayings? He smiled to himself; A creative said he never met... Leaving and learning, leaving and learning...
"What you mean? The infinite space you say?" he rolled his eyes and laughed for himself. It was funny the way they were always thinking the same thing... Or was it something else--? Could she really--? Was it even possible? But, the main question was: Would he dare to ask her?
He opened his mouth, decided to make some specific questions, but stopped abruptly. A strange odor invaded his nostrils; And the sound of pages flipping. Were they alone? "Is it just me... Or we aren't really alone anymore?"
"What you mean? The infinite space you say?" he rolled his eyes and laughed for himself. It was funny the way they were always thinking the same thing... Or was it something else--? Could she really--? Was it even possible? But, the main question was: Would he dare to ask her?
He opened his mouth, decided to make some specific questions, but stopped abruptly. A strange odor invaded his nostrils; And the sound of pages flipping. Were they alone? "Is it just me... Or we aren't really alone anymore?"
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Juan faced her, speechless. He made quite an odd face, a... Amie-styled face. Noticing his own expression, he started to laugh, quite loud... It was the first time he ever met someone with... Abilities...! But, she didn't really said she could do so... So was it coincidence or reality? Can you...? he thought, but stopping in the middle of his phrase, wondering how stupid that would've sounded. Come on! People can't just read minds... But... Vampires and werewolves shouldn't exist... So...
He couldn't organize well his feelings and thoughts... To much contradictions to discover something useful... He looked at her, zoning in and out, trying to stick into the topic. A sudden strike of enviousness rushed across him... Why she? Why not me?... But that was rapidly settled down by another thought I don't live my own home for ages, I don't have friends, I don't even have... clean clothes!
He opened his mouth to say something, but remembered the newcomer. "Should... w- We... welcome him?" he babbled, still confused with the past events.
He couldn't organize well his feelings and thoughts... To much contradictions to discover something useful... He looked at her, zoning in and out, trying to stick into the topic. A sudden strike of enviousness rushed across him... Why she? Why not me?... But that was rapidly settled down by another thought I don't live my own home for ages, I don't have friends, I don't even have... clean clothes!
He opened his mouth to say something, but remembered the newcomer. "Should... w- We... welcome him?" he babbled, still confused with the past events.