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 Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 10:13 pm
A one-bedroom suite with a kitchenette, living room, and bathroom. Perfect for a bachelor or a lazy person.
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Posted: Mon Mar 16, 2015 9:41 pm
[Enter Fuyuki from Kuro Shiro Manor.]
As soon as Fuyuki closed the door to his suit, he began stripping out of his clothing. Ripping off the blood, sweat, dirt, and chaos of the night. He never knew a single night could become so stressful. The white dragon preferred a battlefield full of enemy dragons than to ever repeat this evening.
As he stood in the shower watching the blood of the Hispanic man run down the drain, he thought of how it could have easily been him or Luna or Sol or Zaya. It could have been anyone. The total death count was twelve. Twelve people died because of one of his kind, because of a dragon. Fuyuki felt so stupid. It wasn't his fault. He wasn't responsible for the actions of other dragons, yet it hurt his heart. Remembering the dragon's cries ringing through his ears, unwilling to cause harm, but doing so anyways. Every death and injury was on that dragon, and the man who controlled him.
As he sat on his bed drying his hair, the young dragon imagined the pain every person in Kuro Shiro was experiencing and frowned. Resolved, Fuyuki would find the black dragon and try to talk to him, convince him to escape from the awful man who enslaved him. "Though it's not my fault, as a dragon, even an eastern one, I have to stop this. I need to stop this." Nodding to himself, Fuyuki slipping into bed and slept. In the morning, he'd search for the black dragon and talk to him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 15, 2015 11:01 am
Fuyuki woke up to the bright morning light streaming through the curtains of his bedroom window. He had forgotten to close them the night before and now the sunlight woke him up. Yawning, the young dragon stretched his back and tried to shake off the sleep that still clung to him. Then he remembered last night and all the trouble it caused. Sadness returned to his heart as he remembered all the injured people and the few dead. Parties should be about fun, not violence.
Frowning, Fuyuki decided that after he took a shower and dressed, he'd hunt for breakfast instead of buying it as he searched for the missing dragons. With any luck, the food he caught could be used as a peace offering to the black dragon. And with no luck, at least he'd have the energy to fight. In front of the bathroom mirror, Fuyuki stared at his reflection, determined not let this turn into a failure. "Alright, I'm all pumped up!" he said as he bunched up his fists and rolled on his heels. He'd help out, even if it was only a little bit. So long as he could talk to the black dragon without the scary human around, he was sure things would turn out well.
[Exit Fuyuki to the Lobby.]
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