[Demon] Uru'Baen, the Hellhound

[PhiferWolf]

An envelope laid flat against the desk; a soft cream with delicate filigree embroidered into the paper's corners. The face of the sleeve was soft to the touch and slightly bulged by the content. On the back, a red wax seal held the package together.

Damien Gavenkrantz,

This letter will find its way to you in a fortnight of writing this as I suspect there may be complications and interference with its delivery to you. It has becoming increasing mindful that my writings have not been reaching Amityville nor my brother as he has been writing to me as if he had not received my words. In which case, it means that there is someone who is purposely intercepting my writings and this concerns me. I am aware that as an exiled member, I cannot have any sort of official contact with him that would be revealed to my pack's pact and thus it is hard for me to be away and unknowing of him. Since my brother's exile, policies have become increasingly difficult and the politics of pack interactions with the other two have been a handful. I am finding it hard to even have time to myself, let alone be able to read Uru's letters. That is why I am writing to you, Damien. I have hopes that if the letter is not designated for my brother then I suspect that this will be able to reach you. You are not bound by our laws, our contracts, or our promises being a pack not affiliated to us. However, though I am concerned about the well-being of my brother, I do not wish him to be aware of the contents of this letter as it is for you and your eyes alone. I will know if you have denied me this.

To prove that this letter has reached you, instruct my brother to draw the family's symbol of pack in one of his following letters.

oOo

Now, I do not speak to you now as Heir of Cocytus, Alpha of Cocytus, but as a fellow hellhound and sister to my brother. He has been writing to me out of habit, but I fear that he has been doing it in a form to be connected to someone again. He has lost me and his family, and, as you know, it will have devastating affects on him; physically and mentally. He will do nearly anything to get into company of others and will do so desperately as he has never experienced 'alone' before. Should this be the case, I fear that he might end up getting hurt and rejected by his fellow students. He takes on the role of fixing things. And I think that's a role that entails a lot of pressure. Unfortunately, this is not something he can fix. I know you to be his only friend as he has written about you and your first impression for me was well-remembered. I know you have been with him for some time and I implore you to continue to do so. Though he tries to be stoic and uncaring, he hides himself far too well for his own cause. He has been hurt far too many times by our mother and guarding himself the way he does is his only defense against the abuse he had endured all his life. He may say that it was what his father did, and that may be true, but it shouldn't be how he should behave. We Hël'würgen are extremely pack-oriented and social and he has denied himself this for too long. Damien, you must take him somewhere, have him see creeple, he needs someone to keep him grounded, someone he could look to for comfort. The angrier he looks, the harder he's trying to hide something, and the more important that something is. Please be patient with him, he will have his days - you'll know them, just be patient and he will thank you for it.

I will find a way to get in contact with him again, I promise you that. I have been sneaking around to writing my letters and having my staff - my friends - sneak them out for me. I am beginning to think my father is playing a role in interception, but I believe it may be to protect me and my face with the pack pact.

oOo

Now I shall speak candidly with you, Damien Gavenkrantz.

Find him someone, a ghoulfriend or a boilfriend, it doesn't matter. It shouldn't be hard at all, I doubt he'll be picky. He is a really good-looking, tall and strong boil. His body is like anyone's wet dream considering how much punishment he puts himself through. Not to mention that he loves books and those dorky glasses of his, and he plays music. Does he play guitar? I saw one in his room. He can kinda cook, he is clean when it comes to other people's stuff, and he is really warm, too! He puts himself last all the time, opting to help others instead. Though he probably will never admit this, it is true. Turn that around. Seriously, if you cannot find him anyone, I would be in utter shock and you have failed your appointed mission. Also, that's a thing, this is your mission starting now. I mean, there are ghouls in the manor that still fawn over the painting of him in the west wing, some of the boils, too.

I will know if you have succeeded when he writes to me again.


I'd like to remind you that I am very efficient in magic of our unique kind. Also, I am the one who gave Uru that scar over his eye. Give me enough time, I will find absolutely everything about you. I don't think anyone would question an Alpha.

So, there's also that. Cheers! :D


Audra'Bren Reyna Gidafri Oro-Cocytus
Alpha of Cocytus





PS - I'll see you soon, Damien!

 

[PhiferWolf]

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He found himself doing it every time he came back to the room. The key would fit the slot, the lock turning with the soft click, and the handle turning to let loose the door, it was then that the smell would hit him. As he stepped inside, he'd take a deep breath, taking in the smell - the scent of the dorm room; hints of bacon, odor of fur, some tints of spice, and the crisp inhale of vanilla.

The demon would take in the smell of the bacon - the monster boil's favorite food that he seemed to always have on stock regardless of how much of it they had gone through the day before and it was always on the pan in the morning. It was faint now, still lingering after the dishes were done with and put away, the smell was enough to bring hunger to the surface, especially after class or a session at the gym, enough to lure him to the kitchen and open the fridge. It was mouthwatering if the meat was actually present. He found himself sheltered considering the first time he ever had it was in a stint of depression and self-loathing at the academy and not at Cocytus Manor where he had access to specific foods. This? This breakfast meat? This meat of the euphoric kind? He would have traded the steaks he had regularly to have this from time to time. Not entirely true, maybe the halibut.

As Uru toed off his shoes, he would let his hands glide over the sea of fur that engulfed his ankles with yips and barks, tails wagging and wide eyes looking up with excitement and expectancy. The room was full of minipets, he expected no less after his first time here that the 'pack' would diminish - no, it grew. Each day, they would be at the door, waiting for the key came in, the lock turned, and the boils returned. Each day, they would crawl into their bed just before they slept. Each day, they would be shooed from the kitchen because of their insistent begging of their owner for food, in which, he would reply by filling their bowl with their own. Each day, he would come to find them all scattered around the room; among the couch, around the bed, roaming the kitchen, or in their closet where they found themselves sanctuary and offered their owner privacy from their fluff. Ontop of them, there was the Scruffle and the Soul Crusher and the Scareon that lounged around the room too. The odor was strong, but he expected nothing less from the owner.

The spice, it was difficult to put his finger on it. It was a combination of things that he could recollect as he made his way further into the room. There was the monster boil's tea, herbal and soothing. There was the way the boil made food that just filled the space with an aroma that made his wolf linger around the kitchen. There was the way that they kept the space clean and the method had a hint of a spice to it, sometimes it was fresh, other times it was spicy, other times it was unbearably strong that he secretly diluted the cleaner to tolerate it. There were downsides to his ability to smell.

Uru made his way into the closet as he stripped off his shirt, placing it into the hamper as he would normally. The hamper was almost full, though, he'd do the laundry at a later time. But even then, they had their own smell that lingered in the room; it wasn't just his sweat - which, he was sorry for and did his best to cover it as he could, it also smelled oaky. That was the only word he could coin for it; oaky. His clothes often had the smell of the Weeping Forest; the bark, the leaves, the brush, the smell of nature on it because that was where he ran most mornings. He could ignore the smell of sweat - the stress, the excitement, the exhaustion, and concentration solely on the smell of the woods that clung to him as he made his way back here. The owner wasn't home, so he had no issue stripping entirely and grabbing one of the towels that he insisted on keeping in the closet. Wrapping it around his waist, he moved to the bathroom. Oddly enough, it held no real scent that differentiated from the rest of the dorm room. Sure there was the lingering scent of mint of their toothpaste, or the aroma of their shampoo and conditioner. Though he didn't really pay any mind to it as he turned on the water and the room was steamed out.

With a sigh of relief, the demon flopped down onto his side of the bed. His scent. His scent was thickest here. The crisp smell like an intake of cold air that chilled the lung, the woody oak that clung to his nature runs, and the smell of vanilla. He attributed both due to his origins and the Fang Snare that he burned regularly when he covered up smells, or just to calm down - something to focus on. This was his side of the bed. Even though the monster insisted that he was free to come and go as he pleased, it was still the boil's place and that he was slowly encroaching - starting with his bed space. The closet was getting there. Rolling onto his back, he turned to look onto the boil's side of the bed. An inhale was all he needed to find that scent. It was strong, it was all over the dorm room that, if he wasn't looking for it or knew of it, he'd had assumed it was just the natural smell of the place. No, it was the boil's scent - a smokey smell that was a mixing pot of everything else; bacon, fur, spice, sandlewood, and sulfur.

It was strange, he was noticing that the monster had a certain rhythm to his step, the way his heart sounded. He didn't look up at the door whenever just any footsteps crossed the doorway. It was strange enough that he was able to notice that the pack's owner was almost to the door before they swarmed it. He didn't move to greet him, he normally stayed where he was, gave an affirmative glance; tight lip, a slight nod with his brows up, before going back to what he was doing. He should initiate conversation such as "How'd the day go?" or "What's the matter?" but he tended to sit silently before the talk of food came up or the boil struck up a conversation.


Uru huffed, pushing air through his nose as he rolled onto his side, the bed giving way under his bulk. There was a scent here that was not as strong as anywhere else; not the bed, not the closet, not the bathroom, not the kitchen or the doorway, but right here. This pillow. It was taken from the monster and he had also commandeered it, but the scent was unique among the others. With another in-and-out, the demon closed his eyes and let himself fall asleep.

He found himself doing this every time he returned to the room.  

[PhiferWolf]

Carnival Day 3
That was awkward. It was all kinds of awkward and most of it was on his own part. The ghoul must have been from somewhere else because she did not appear to be a student; no pin and her scent wasn't like the one that clung to the students at Amityville. She definitely was not a Horseman, probably a monster. She had came to him with interest as she asked if he had wanted a drink from the concession stand and she talked, laughed, and the moment she touched him things went south pretty fast. He didn't laugh back much, he didn't contribute to the conversation as much only to supply what he knew about the place and answered questions that she had asked with honest truths. He managed a few smiles here and there. But the moment she ventured to place a hand on his forearm crossed against his chest, he glared at the contact. It did not feel right, he did not want it, but she continued with her smiles, her laugh, and then she was gone saying she was meeting friends. She waved to him and he stood there.

With a heavy breath, he turned back toward the table he had been sitting at to find someone else already there. However, he knew this someone as he stopped in place, wide eyes looking at the ghoul that was sitting at his table; one of everything on the menu from the concession stand - even the Ultima Dawn Delight. Her hair light and airy, falling over her shoulders in curls, pulled from her face using ribbons just below the two chocolate furred ears that donned her head. Two honey-brown eyes looking up at him with the most saccharine smile, her head propped up on her elbows. His heart's pace quickened as he was absolutely unsure if what he was seeing was what he was seeing. So much so that he could not smell the ghoul's scent nor could words escape him as he stood there. His arms fell from their crossed positions to his side. Her features did not change, she seemed happy, she seemed so young and innocent. Swallowing hard, he moved a step closer as if he took anymore she'd disappear. "B-Brenna."

"What in pack's name was that, brother? Please, please, please tell me that was not flirting. Like, that was horrible. So horrible. You stood there like a wall. Do you know what it is like talking to a wall? Of course you don't," The ghoul rambled as she pushed herself up, her hands firm against the table. Her outfit was different than her last visit, her long highlow dress was now a skirt with a drape in the back, her sleeves oversized and long but had a doll-like allure. She still wore the scarf like she had before but most of her outfit was different. Understandable... she did like to change a lot. "You don't talk to yourself to know what it's like." The ghoul moved around the table and came to the boil with arms wide open as she wrapped around his midsection, the top of her head just touching the crest of his pecs. A moment passed as she squeezed him tight, her brown tail swishing back and forth as she softly rumbled for him. "Uru.... you really suck at giving hugs." Pulling away from him, her cream outfit swishing behind her as she returned to the table. The ghoul shook her head, sighing as she patted the table to indicate the boil to sit.

Uru took the indication and sat down at the table of food. He looked at the food, dubious that he should actually touch it. "What is all this?" He questioned.

"You know what it's for. I could smell you for the past three days wandering around the Carnival. Today? Today, you smelled like crap. Like piles of poo found in the poopiest of places that ever pooed. And I know you showered, ya ya, but I am talking about what I could smell." While Uru had the ability to hear and smell well, Brenna had this uncanny ability to smell much more and identify individuals not by their unique scent but how they feel. He never understood it and it sometimes creeped him out when she did this sort of thing. Also made him feel slightly inferior that her sense of smell was that much stronger than his own. She placed a hand (mostly sleeve) over his, drawing up his attention to her eyes. "You're hurting. And when one of us hurts, we are there for one another. We bring you food, we bring you comfort. We are tactile for that reason. So, deny it all you want, brother, but you can't lie to me about this one. I know what today is. I am more surprise that you are actually out today, honestly... but maybe it's a good thing you are."

Uru ducked his head down, his thick brows fell upward, wrinkling his forehead as he looked at the soft touch of the ghoul's hand, her thumb swiping over the knuckles of his closed fist. He swallowed hard as he let out a long, drawn-out breath. She was right. It was why he was in such a down mood today, how he had let his thoughts affect his performances today at the booths. He had nearly forgotten what the day was, yet his demon did not. He began to speak then, sharing with her what he had been through since his exile from the pack, the pair of them talking and listening over the food. He spoke of how he went on a path of personal destruction through his room because of how it smelled like her, and reminded him that he may not be able to see his younger sister again. He could not sleep because her scent was still around since the Open House, enough so that he became an insomniac on most nights, waking in terrors forcing him to run into the Weeping Forest to just escape his room. After his room was destroyed and the gnomes were called to fix it, he stayed out of the student body's eyes and stayed out in the Weeping Forest, how he stayed here and lost most of his motivation to eat, work out, and, generally, do anything at all. The realization that he was packless and alone hit him harder than he had expected - mostly because he felt like he was alone, but apparently, somewhere deep down in the recesses of his subconscious, he knew he wasn't because he had a pack.

Brenna shared that she was busy herself since their mother's departure from the pack. There were rumors that without her that the pack's pact with the others would fall apart and the monsters, undead, and demons would fight for territory again and would end up in chaos. Much so that she feared that she had to work harder to gain the knowledge and political know-how in order to make herself appear competent for the Alphas of the other packs. She feared that she wouldn't be able to keep up the ruse for long and when the others realize that she was weak, they could take advantage of the situation. She felt she needed to get stronger but she couldn't, not like her brother, she couldn't be strong like him, determined like him, push himself towards a goal. She smiled and told him that she thought of him more of a monster like his father than the demon that they were.

"You know, I am starting to think that you'd only favor boils after what I just saw."

The boil huffed. "What makes you say that." Asking with a mouthful of Potato Masher fries. "We don't discriminate gender. We seek individuals regardless of it. You know that."

"True, but I have my suspicions. But it's good to see that you're at least trying to find someone. However, your game sucks. I'll have to ask Damien to work on that or something." Brenna smiled as she picked at the array of food. There was sadness in her eyes that one would not know of unless they knew her like Uru did. She smiled, she laughed, she bounced, and she played, but he knew that she was always hurting and afraid and sad. He knew that no matter what she was going through in her life, she didn't share it with just anyone and she put on a mask to hide it from everyone. She didn't want people to worry, she didn't want people to ask about her problems. She wanted to give them no reason to ask. If no one ask, it was as if they - her problems - did not exist anymore. However, Uru knew the truth, and he desperately wished he could be there for her to help.

"You tired?" The demon asked. Brenna took a moment, noting the food was mostly gone before nodding in response. "Alright, I'll take you back to my place and we can take a nap before you have to head out. I'd offer you to stay-"

"No, it's okay, I have a place in town that I'm staying at. I already spend the silver seeds for it, so I might as well use it. I appreciate the offer, but no. The nap sounds nice." The ghoul rose to her feet just as her brother had before her hand snaked into his. "It's good to see you again, Uru. You look well."

Uru simply smiled as he led her away from the concession stand.



Carnival Day 5
"You're growing out your face hair." The ghoul wrinkle her nose as she sits across from him at the concession stand. Again, the table is full of food again... on her coin, which she insisted on end that she pay with the plausible threat of heavily burning everything should she be denied. The pair had spent most of the day together, venturing around and doing booths here and there, but most of it was just to be in one another's company. The hellhound female was content to be spending this time with her brother - it was the only way she could do so without violating the rules of the pack nor affecting the pack's pact with Umbra and Maero. She could not stand to be viewed as weak, not when she was still young and vulnerable to the other forces at play. However, she was young, she was weak, and only Uru would be the one to see it. They spent most of the night going over what each had been up to since his departure from the pack on the orders of the former Alpha of Cocytus. Since then, the two have been busy with their own issues to really spare the time to worry about the other in the small capacity that they were allowed. Brenna admitted that she had been sending letters knowingly that they were being intercepted if they were addressed to him. However, she managed to figure out a loophole, but that she intended to keep a secret. Uru had sent his own letters which no one seemed to bother to intercept, to Brenna's relief at least. A bit of a blow to Uru's ego. After a day and a night, the siblings were like they were before; spending time with one another rather than anyone else because they were comfortable and happy to do so. They were probably the closest each of them has been with anyone really. Even though they had not seen one another in many moons, they caught back up and moved back into place again quickly.

Brenna was not afraid to hold his hand or hook her arm around his to drag him. Uru was too good to deny her really, and humored her at every turn ... even if it meant embarrassment. When she was tired, even if she denied it, the older sibling would hoist the younger onto his shoulder and carry her around. At the end of every night, she would insist that she return to her room back at the town where she had rented a space to prevent Uru from clinging to her presence, that he had a place of his own with a new roommate that he was suppose to be getting closer to. Brenna seemed to stress that last bit, mostly to Uru's obliviousness.

Uru shrugged at his sister's comment as he took another handful of Potato Masher fries from her plate after devouring his. "I don't care to shave it. Besides, it's grown on it."

She laughed as she smacked his hand away again. "Literally, and if you touch my fries again, I will literally break your hand."

"I see that you changed your outfit again. Gonna stick to one this time?"

"Like how you stick to your jacket that I got you for Xmas? You've worn it when you came home and I bet you wear it all day unless you are working out." Uru scowled at his sister as he tugged on the edge of his jacket tighter to himself in a display of childish possession. The jacket was a fashionable black leather with visible seems that accented certain contours, but what was the greatest feature, Brenna's words, was the fur cuff collar. Uru found that it didn't stain and, though it can get wet, dries and fluffs back up rather quickly. It must be some high-design because it tolerates a lot of things; washier, drier, stress, general staining liquids, and it recovers well. So yeah, it is one of the few jackets he'd definitely keep wearing. "I thought so. So you can't judge me for what I wear when you wear..." She waved her hand up and down gesturing to all of him, which he responded with his penchant scowl. "That."


"So you cut your hair. It's not long anymore." Brenna moved to run her hand through his hair. It was soft, fluffy even and not sticky or stiff as if there was some sort of product in it. He definitely took showers, she could smell it on him, so it wasn't the natural oils in the hair follicles so she was still amazed at how naturally the hair shaped itself. Magic. It had to be. "You hide your ears and your horns. You hide your eyes, too."

Uru casually moved her hand off his head with a shrug. "No one gets to see or touch those unless I want them to. And don't you start, you know what they're like." He spoke as his solid gold eye slowly became rimmed by blue as his solid blue eye's center around his pupil burst into gold. The natural condition of his eyes gave him such a strange sensation. Brenna knew this. Like his jacket, like his facial expressions that have become his natural responses (or lack there of), and how his eyes bleed to solid colors - they were all forms of his defensive nature, all forms of how he hides how vulnerable he actually is. He may come off as a strong and powerful demon who boasts his strength to be that of monsters, she knew he wears glasses as he reads because of his near-sighted condition, she knows how he was able to play music ((such as his broken piano in his room so he got and taught himself a guitar )). He may have a thick skin at times, but she was sure someone would get through to him.

"Come on, I wanna go see what Damien is up to. I bet I could find him before you do!" Brenna pushed up from her seat as she dashed off into the crowd with a giggle that she was certain Uru could hear. Uru jerked up, banging his knee into the table as he stared at the table as if it had offended him and then to the food. THEY SHOULD AT LEAST CLEAN UP THEIR MESS FIRST!  

[PhiferWolf]

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Normally, he wouldn't care. He actually didn't care about his own things half the time. However, it wasn't until recently that he started doing something that he was taught to do when he was younger, but never followed through with it once he had hit his teen years. He never really minded it and dealt with the issue when the time came around as it did once a week on Webday, but usually, he let himself be a slob until then. He recalled back at the Demons' Dorm, Uru would come in, strip off his shirt, toe off his shoes and socks, wiggle out of his pants, and lounge in his underwear if he was considerate enough to actually wear them. And by Webday, he'd have seven outfits, or more, ready to be washed and he'd cycle through his clothes every so often, but mostly consisted of a small limited number of articles of clothing. Brenna gave him a lot of slack for that... in fact, if it wasn't for Brenna, his twelve or thirteen outfits would really be just two or three. He never really did enjoyed mix-matching his clothes ... his sense of "fashion" was limited to throwing whatever the hell he wanted on and go out the door. His towels would hang on the handle or the bed or the back of his chair or lay in a pile of wherever he felt sufficiently dried before abandoning the cloth to do whatever he wanted. Sometimes, he'd let his weights just lay on the ground at the base of his bed, sometimes, he'd just leave the cup at his computer area and his bed unmade, the closet door ajar to reveal the pile of clothes he stuffed in there that he decided he didn't want to wear.

He was a slob.

However, it was different. He was on his knees with a cloth and some chemical cleaner as he wiped down the coffee table, picking up his coffee cup as he swiped over the area with the damp linen before moving into the kitchen. The dishes that he had used were put away, the counters were cleaned, and the dish washer was running nicely. He actually preferred to hand wash it so that he definitely knew something was clean and he preferred that if the job was gonna be done then it was to be done right. As he moved from the front door to the common area to the kitchen to the windows to the bedroom and bathroom, Uru touched everything to make sure things were clean. He found himself doing that a lot - thinking that it was to be sure things were clean - but he just did it because he felt as if he should. He touched everything as he quietly moved about the room. Sometimes he'd have music playing softly from his eyePhone. Moving to the bedroom, the demon leaned down to pick up his clothes on his side of the bed; two pairs of pants, three shirts, a tank top, and a pair of briefs. He never enjoyed sleeping with clothes on, but he had to be modest, for his roommate's sake. Though, a lot was changing since living here. Stripping off his shirt leaving him with his a pair of extremely comfortable, gray sweat pants and a plain white tanktop with a web decal at the left shoulder, Uru continued to pick up articles of clothing that laid about to be washed.

With the dryer running with that subtle hum and smell of fabric softener and detergent, Uru was sitting in the bedroom after having made the bed of their blankets folded on their respective sides - split down the middle, with the first batch of laundry dumped onto it. He recalled the roommates having a heated discussion of the particular methods of how to put away laundry where Uru stated that he would not fold the boil's underwear led to the effectiveness of their individual methods of folding shirts and socks of how plain and boring Uru's clothes, socks, and underwear were, and that Uru was going to do the laundry if he continued to protest. He protested. So here he was, sitting on his side of the bed as he folded shirts into squares on his lap, placing them on their respective owner's side of the bed, pants into their odd pentagons, underwear into squares, socks into balls, towels into their squares, putting them where necessary; sorted by colors and everything else to be hanged in the closet.

He wouldn't say he had control issues, he knew a lot of things were out of his control. But sometimes, it was nice to know that things are done and that they were done right. Perhaps he did have issues with it that he just wanted to have some sort of sense of control in his life which was in chaos every day it seemed. Putting the clothes away in their respective locations, he finally put his music on - a calm, indie/folk song - as he went about the dorm room to make sure the foxfires had their water, Faustus and Aster were behaved and that Regal wasn't left with the hassle of wrangling the pack of minis himself, put everything into their place.

After a while, looking over everything and making sure things were okay, the demon hellhound sat himself down back on the couch with a soft sigh through his nose. He used to be a slob with his things, but because this was a shared space, it was only right that he actually tapped into his past and be the good boil that kept everything presentable. He was almost certain that the monster would have a word about it. He wouldn't exactly care what the guy said, he was gonna keep doing it as a way to say thanks for having him. Reaching over, Uru grabbed at the inky, black cloth that used to be his scarf the year prior, now it was but a sash that slung along his hip when he went out. The fabric was soft to the touch, the sensation was like one's could sink into the darkness of the material. The edges were frayed and tattered, but with a layer of permafrost as a way to keep it from causing more damage to them. His thumb slide across the cloth's length until it reached the end where it was cleanly cut from the rest. His lips pulled downward at the memory of his mother ripping his most treasured possession that once belonged to his father. He didn't wear it often when he was here in the room, he often took it off and put it somewhere safe. He recalled time he could not locate it.

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"What do you mean you can't find it?" The boil had questioned, wiping his hands into a dish rag as he rounded the corner from the kitchen where he was cooking dinner to look into the room where the commotion was. There he had found the demon throwing his half of the room apart which angered the monster as the mess was being made. He was going to reprimand the demon when he saw the frantic expression in his eyes searching for something, the clench in his jaw, and the tenseness in his shoulders. "Dude. Dude! Calm down!" Damien suggested, abandoning his towel as he whirled the larger boil around to plant firm hands on his shoulders, staring directly into his eyes that flashed their solid colors before returning their sunburst set.

"I-it's not here. It's not where I leave it. It's not - Damien, it's not where it should be. I-I haven't touched it and I hadn't left since-"

"Since you left to run back to your place to grab a few things. Could it be back there?"

Uru shook his head. "The only one that is there is the other half of my dad's scarf. I keep one there and one here."

"Alright, listen. I'm gonna finish dinner, we're gonna eat, and then we'll go look for it, alright?"

The boil nodded tentatively, defeated and reluctant.

He was a slob, but he owed a lot of his changes to the monster. That much he knew. Maybe Damien knows it, too, but it wasn't really a matter he actually focused on it. Uru stood beside the side of the bed where there was a small tray that was labelled

URUBUTT'S SCARF PLACE
DO NOT TOUCH

 

[PhiferWolf]

The dorm was quiet, the low hum of the fridge in the kitchen area was there for ambient sound. The walls were reinforced to prevent too much sound to penetrate, however, the noise from students outside still spilled through the windows like the morning light. The demon laid face down on his king-sized bed of slate gray and off-black comforter, the window giving the last dregs of dawn's light and warmth diagonally across the sheets. The boil's naked back rippled with the sheets as he adjusted his leg, folding his arms under the pillow that rested his head, a soft groan escaped him. It wasn't uncommon for the demon to sleep in during the morning as oppose to getting up for runs and starting the day off proper. It wasn't common that he actually slept in his own room as oppose to his boilfriend's. Then again, it was not very common that he was actually able to sleep in, the reasons another matter entirely. However, the campus had rules and he must abide. Pushing himself up, Uru reached over to his eyePhone, squinting at the screen that flashed a quarter to six in its illuminated light. Even when he tried to sleep in, he couldn't, his body refused - his mind refused. He could recall the times he and his monster boilfriend would wake up, slip into some running clothes, and go through the woods. He found it refreshing to get out before anyone else was awake, to escape to a place that seemed like its own world. He could recall times of opting to watch the boil wake up because it was like watching him come to life time and time again. Then he recalled times when he was the one being woken up because it was time for breakfast. There were times he would wake in the middle of the night and stay awake, busying himself by reading a book or watching over the heated mass beside him until the light rose. Mornings weren't always the same. He enjoyed that.

Sighing, Uru'baen rolled onto his back, letting the cool air wipe across his humid chest. The demon patted his chest, a small valley of hair crested the top of his pectoral and collar, matted and damp. He noted how the fabric felt to his skin, how his chest hair sometimes caught on the microfiber threading of the duvet and how rather uncomfortable his face got when it got warmed to the pillow. This bed set up was not meant for a scruffy, fuzzy guy such as himself. Staring up at the ceiling, he made a mental list for the day; studies, homework, cleaning, and an attempt at a new recipe before heading over to spend the rest of the night at Damien's. Throwing off the sheets, the demon made his way to the en suite. Definitely appreciating that there were no doors in his living space - he had no time for that. Plus, no one came here to even care for privacy. The walls surrounding the bedroom and the bathroom was because the school's maintenance ruled it as necessary. However, they didn't say anything when he ripped the doors off. With the shower turned on, the demon stood in front of the sink, inspecting himself in his half-awake state. His two-toned eyes stared back at him, his sharp cheek bones directed the dark scruff that framed his face nicely, the messy, dark hair that sat upon his head. He knew creeple found him attractive, he didn't see it himself exactly most days. He had this perpetual expression of indignation that seemed to turn people off and yet, he could hear ghouls whispering at the gym. He didn't care, he was taken now. Taking his toothbrush, he stepped into the scalding water because that was the only way a cold-aligned demon was going to take any sort of shower.

Uru slipped on a pair of sweat pants as he made his way to the kitchen, setting up a carafe for his morning cup, while working an egg into a pan. As he did, the music from the eyePod let lose a soft melody of strings and piano, filling the entire dorm with sound. The kitchen was the most decorated and extravagant of the areas of his living space. The open-floor plan left the dorm room open to anyone to see into almost every part of it - excluding the bedroom and the bathroom. The half wall that separated the kitchen from the livingroom area was tolerable. The walls around his bedroom, he wanted to demolish himself. There was something therapeutic of tearing something down. However, rules were rules, and, as any demon, he must abide by rules. With coffee in hand, the plate cleaned of the omelet, the demon strolled through his phone briefly, catching himself up on information since he had last checked. A ghoul was campaigning for a club. A group of students were looking for one more for a game of bruteball. Three missed calls from an unknown number. Suddenly, a knock on his door jerked his attention to the entryway of his living space. He hadn't been expecting anyone and, with the fortifications, he could not hear or smell anyone with his heightened senses. The protection of himself has led him to be vulnerable to this stranger. Placing his cup down on the kitchen island, he padded his way to the door. He had half-expected to find a green-eyed boil, but he was certainly mistaken.

A being brushed past him in time for him to brink twice.

"You know, you are really hard to get a hold of, big brother. Like, I called you twice on a spare phone, you could have at least picked up." The platinum blonde spoke as he stood in the dorm, arms crossed, and expression ... well, miffed. Uru could not help but notice how she had appeared - matured. The ghoul appeared older than he had last seen her during the Carnival and the Student Council Elections. Her hair was finer, well taken care of as always, the twin ribbons on each side of her face which appeared as youthful and delicate as ever. Unlike him, she kept her ears that sat nicely atop her locks of hair. A graph check cream and solid chestnut scarf covered her neck with a similar top that ended below her waist. A soft brown outwear rolled up to the sleeves draped her nicely with dark leggings and comfortable looking shoes. Without a doubt in his mind that these were not no-name designer made clothes but ones she had customed herself by some designer. It was her style. Probably the same poor, now rich soul, that had fashioned him his leather jacket and pants. Uru managed a glimpse of her honey colored eyes before a finger jabbed into the center of his chest. "Seriously, you didn't even know I was coming! Do you know how hard it is to even leave the estate to see you? The channels? The favors!"

"Nice to see you, too..." He said slowly as the door was shut.The initial expression of surprise and shock turned to his usual glare and scowl as he brushed off her finger from his chest. "The number was unknown. I don't pick up. And what are you doing here, Brenna?" His voice stern as he closed the door behind him, his turn to brush past her back to the kitchen.

"Good, at least you know not to do that, but it could always be me trying to call you! Granted, if the other members found out I was trying to, I could get in trouble. BUT! No one will, because I'm good like that." She chimed as she sat herself down in the sectional in the living room area. Clutching a throw pillow to her chest, she smiled at her brother in the kitchen, pouring another cup of coffee - no doubt for the guest. Brenna took in the living space from her seat, the vantage point allowed her sight into most areas of the place aside from what the walls blocked off. Still, she could get glimpses of the bed in the other room. "So, this is an open floor plan? It's... like you. Not, like you-like you, but... it's you."

"I wanted something loft like. I made do with the space I was given."

"So open, it's almost freeing without having to worry about doors or bumping your knee into something." She watched him grab his own cup from the counter and make his way toward her. She could not help how strange it was to see her older brother in a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. If he pulled that at the manor, the staff would have a field day and there would be a lot of yelling from their mother. He seemed so more ... softer now without his jacket and jeans. He was barefoot! This was a side of the demon that no one else got to really see. Settling the cups into her waiting hands, he took a sip of his own as she held onto hers. "And I caught wind that a certain someone found a certain someone."

There was a rather unattractive sputtering of hot liquid that came from the demon as he wiped the joe from his face, his eyes glaring at the ghoul. He still could not figure out how she got her information! She was definitely becoming more demon like than he had anticipated, but she was the alpha of her pack. Or at least, raising to be one. She still had another decade or so. Swallowing, he settled the cup down to avoid another mess, steeled himself for the next string of conversations. "How did you hear about that?"

The younger demon gave an off-put look that screamed 'are you serious?'. Rolling her eyes, she set down her own cup. "I have my ways, just as I know that you put yourself up for auction for dating. If I recall, someone told me that Hel'würgen do not 'date' because of how we are." She drawled in a mocking tone which was greeted by a pillow being thrown at her. "So, how did that pan out for you, by the way?"

He couldn't tell sometimes. He was suppose to be the older sibling, he was mature and stronger, but he felt weak to this sister of his and she behaved as if she was the older sibling sticking her nose into his affairs, inserting herself into his life whenever she was around. It wasn't even that long ago that they had a discussion about their species habits - 'the talk' if one would. Perhaps, at the base level, he was an omega - a lone individual, compared to someone of her status. Letting loose a low breath through his nose, Uru looked up to the ceiling. "I didn't sign myself up for it, someone else did as a joke. I just followed the rules. Luckily, no one wanted to really bid for me-"

"What? Really? I mean, yes, you have a RBF, but you are gorgeous - like me - and no one wanted to date you? Jeez, really put Damien on a Herculean Task, didn't I. Not to mention, not looking good for myself if that is the case."

Uru's face closed in at the information with an exhale of disappointment. "I'm ignoring the fact that you had my best friend try to find someone for me. You are still young to be dating or looking for anyone. And what the jack is 'RBF'."

"Resting b***h face. It's your face. You're..." Brenna gestured to his general expression, and on cue, the boil's face fell to the default. "Yeah, that, that right there is why everyone is afraid to talk to you. I know you are a good guy, Uru, but you gotta know that you are, too. You can't be so down on yourself all the time, I know he makes you better, but you gotta do some of the work too." There it was, the lecture from his younger sister on how to be a better person. On how to not let his exile weigh on him or how he was a disappointment to everyone or how he was helpless in protecting her. Damien did make him feel better, made him want to be a better person and strove to do so. But the darkness still lingered. A hand touched his forearm, his attention to it then to its owner. "I am here because I wanted to spend time with you, and because I worry."

"Don't." he replied bluntly, his own larger hand covering hers. "I'm okay." He knew she wasn't going to accept that answer, but appreciated that she didn't press on it. Her hand trailed down his soft skin to where a dark rested on the underside of his wrist. Her finger traced the three pronged mark that stepped from a single point. It was a mark of the three packs that reigned over the area they grew up; Cocytus, Maero, and Umbra. "That one's your dad's." He murmured in a low tone, her tracing stopped as she looked up at him. She wasn't aware of the ritualistic fight that he had challenged his uncle in a year ago, when the monster's arrogance got the better of him. With this mark on him, it is proof of his victory of the older monster, but also his rightful claim over him. Still, he couldn't fulfill it thus the mark stayed upon him.

"He's not my dad, Uru, he's our uncle." The chestnut brown hound clarified as she pulled her hand back. As much as she knew her uncle was her father, she never saw him as such after the fact. Still, he did good by her after their mother left and helped guide her into being an alpha. After being with one for so long, one manages to pick up a few things. Brenna lifted her brother's hefty arm with a soft groan as she peered beneath it. On his right side, on the bottom most rib was another mark that splayed to the front and back like a creeping vine seeking post. Her fingers touched it as his body pulled back in response.

"Mother's." She spoke in a similar low tone. Uru winced at the mention of her. She looked up at him, giving a sympathetic smile as she returned to the couch, her hands and legs on the edge. "You sure have been through a lot; fighting family, exile, and school. Must make things seem less challenging if you compare them, huh? So why not give yourself a little bit of good?"

Uru huffed, rolled his eyes and leaned back into his sectional. "Because every time I have something good, something comes to jack it all up."

"So something is going to go wrong with you and him? Hard to believe considering he's jacking amazing."

"He is..."

Brenna giggled.

"What." He demanded with a glare.

"You're in love and you still think the sky will fall down on us. You have someone, be happy." The ghoul jabbed him hard with a laugh, pushing herself up and brushing past him. Being sure to kick him as she did so. The resulting growl was expected as she meandered the living space. This would be the first time she had seen it since it was remodeled. He watched her as she animated throughout the kitchen; into every drawer and cabinet, judging the decor and the supply in the fridge. Her gaze falling to the potted fang snare that sat on the halfway separating the kitchen. Touching their delicate leaves, their vines coiling up a single post in each pot. It was a native plant to their territories, seeing it here instilled a sense of home.

"Please tell me you don't sleep on that." her voice called distantly.

"What's wrong my bed?" he replied, pushing himself up from his seat to the bedroom.

"Ick, it feels horrible. You could have gotten better. Silk, perhaps or some cotton blend because this is really... you could do better." She responded as she glided her hand across it.

"I don't do extravagance."

"And look at this, there is a wet towel on the floor. ON THE FLOOR! At least you bathe, which is good because all that sweat you work up hasn't riddled your body with red spots. Thank Hecate. Is that underwear!?" Before Uru could protest, the sister had already began to gather his things and throwing them into the hamper. Unfortunately, said clothes receptacle was in the closet which meant criticism of his wardrobe. "What is this? You have like twenty of the same exact shade of shirts."

"I like them." He growled as he stood by the closet door, watching the ghoul move his hanged clothes down the line, inspecting every article. He liked his clothes, they were necessary, they weren't extravagant, they weren't designer, they were simple, and casual. At least to him. She pulled through a stint of henleys - both long sleeved, short sleeved, a few with hoods, an entire section of tee shirts that were of varying shades of the gradient between black and white, a few blue ones thrown in. They were soft to the touch, definitely some sort of cotton blend, and definitely worn in. On the rack below were folded pants, shorts, sweat pants, and a jack ton of simple white tees and tank tops. These felt new, unworn, out of their packages. They seemed like the type. Brenna jerked her head to her brother who gave her a raised brow look, questioning her gaze.

"Your wardrobe sucks, brother. I question your taste. Apparently you don't care about how you look-"

"I don't."

"Pfft, lie to yourself, but you ain't lying to me. Ugh, jeez, alright, move," She commanded as she gestured, brushing him out of the closet doorway back into the room and then continued until he was clear outside of it. The bed was made with careful precision and with the resounding sound of a closed drawers, she placed her hands on her hips with a triumphant huff. "See, better. But not the greatest. Has he been over yet?" The expression the brother gave would be as if she had just kicked seventy-eight pups. "Oh, dear. Okay, we should - uh - fix some of this up so when he does, he'll be like 'Wow, I have the best boilfriend and his sister is the amaze-balls and-"

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, knowing that she was going to push for the inevitable and he was going to regret the next string of words that was going to leave his mouth. "Okay, I get it. You want to go to the Maul." The one place she does not have access to at the estate, and perhaps for the best. With a ghoul like her and the amount of income she had access to... it wasn't a good idea. She lacked restraint.

She threw her fists up. "Oh yeah, I do! So get your butt dressed."

This ghoul was a whirlwind of a waiting disaster.

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After a brief lunch at the food court's Sinnabomb the pair walked through the busy Maul with no real purpose other than to get some new sheets for the bed. Of course, Brenna had other ideas but to peer into absolutely every single store that they walked past. There was always something that would catch her eye. A set of earrings from Cold Topics, jeans from Old Davey Jones, and full outfits from Aberzombie and Filth and Hellister. Uru felt more like that awkward male friend who stood outside and held the bag of the significant other while he/she shopped. That was him, right now. He was leaning against the railing while Brenna was fishing around Victorian Secret, noting a sale on somethings that she found interesting. He shot a text to the monster hound announcing that something came up, adding an apology. The sister hound emerged with more bags to pawn off to the demon as she ecstatically zipped off to the next location. Hopefully... no one he knew saw him.

In time, they found themselves at Mercy's decor department after spending a good hour in the clothing section. Another bag resulted out of that. He knew what was coming when he had agreed to go to the Maul with a demon who had access to an insurmountable deal of wealth to spend on whatever she had wanted, but the time spent with her felt... easy. It was nice. He had high hopes that she would not turn out like their mother, the aspects of being an alpha going to her head. Still, she had years to come before she officially takes up the mantle herself. Between picking up some plates and silverware, they got to the bedroom section. Brenna had already dumped new pillows, duvets, sheets, and a comforter set before he even rounded the corner with the cart.

"Brenna." He hissed.

"No arguing. You can argue with your lover, but not me."

Uru's face flashed red as his grip tightened on the handle. "Can you not call him that? You know his name."

"Why? He is isn't he? Boilfriend, lover, mate, whatever you want to call him, they're all the same Damien." She leaned into him, feeling him shake with embarrassment. Even he had not called them those terms yet, they have always been 'Damien', 'bud', or, secretly while he sleeps, 'pup'. The elder demon's lips twitched on the verge of saying something, instead gave the ghoul his usual expressions rather than answer her, pushing with the cart as a way to segway into something else. Perhaps there will be something else in the store to distract her than the subject of a green-eyed boil that has currently taken up residency in the demon hound's heart. "Use your words, Uru! Knitting your brows and frowning isn't a sufficient form of communicating!"

Uru was on his own for the most part of the men's section, his sister's scent was still in range was good enough for him. He picked up a pack of shirts, the ones that came in bundles for a cheap price, to replace the ones he often lost, tore, or generally used for the gym. There wasn't a reason to spend too much on that. New briefs to replace the ones whose elasticity had diminished. Picked himself up a pair of plantar support socks, something about the open toes amused him. Someone was going to get a kick of them. The demon hound meandered around a bit, picking up small articles; a pair of jeans, a henley or two, a jacket for those cold, windy days (one is fine, but not both), and a new brush.

The cart stopped when something soft lands into the carriage. "What are those?" Uru asked incredulously. The chestnut brown ghoul held up a pair of sweat pants of Uru's size, dark in tone, however decal on the side were of three hearts: two full, one emptied. There was a reference there, he assumed but it escaped him as to what it was for. He raised a brow at the ghoul as she smiled from ear to ear. "No."

"You mean 'yes', and there are more! They have a blue ones, green ones, and I saw some red ones and neutral ones, but you suck in red and you are not gonna wear black all the time. So here are these! They're Gooey Couture." The ghoul smiled. "Compared to your rather monotonous color palette of clothes, this is a good step in the right direction. Jeez, look at these!" She riffled through the contents of the cart. "Even your socks and underwear are plain. Kinda feel sorry for Damien."

"Brenna..." he started as he felt the fabric. It was indeed soft, plus he could use more varieties at home. Perhaps he should consider being more open to other options of clothing. Wouldn't want to bore the monster hound with the same outfit everyday... Plus her big eyes weren't helping either. Apparently the action of tossing them into the cart was sufficient of answer as she squealed, zipping off down another lane of clothes. He could mentally hear her crowing in success. Mental note: Never take Brenna to the Maul. Or shopping for that matter.

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"So, is this what you do at his place, too?" Brenna asked as she finished up setting up the bed and the new coverings, the old ones scattered on the floor around her. She stood back to inspect, fixing imperfections, and angling a layer so the patterns were more interesting. The covers were no longer grey and off-black but had a stronger hint of a blue to them that it was more comforting. Pillows lined up against the headboard, all covered and layered neatly. She demanded that there should be at least ten pillows. She turned to the boil who had stripped off his jacket and shirt, doing a variant of a pull-up, legs crossed at a right angle. One of the few reasons he actually appreciated this doorway. The alpha eyed the boil as he went up on a repetition, as he approached the bar, moved his center to the left, then to the right, before completing the task before coming down again, meeting her gaze. Since getting home, he had done a brief stint of stretches before going into this silly spontaneous workout. "I bet he gets tired of you working out all the time, at least the view would be nice."

"I bet he appreciates that I try to keep myself fit and healthy. Besides, it's actually fun." He countered as he went on to do a few more with some oomph. Uru liked working out when he wasn't being lazy, but it was a routine for him that a day would not be complete without some sort of workout. It feels right to do it, and the soreness afterwards is rewarding in some ways. Though, he rarely complains about it - or anything. "Why are you always judging me?"

"Like you never judge others?"

"I try not to." He replied with a sharp exhale as he came to the top of the bar. He tried not to, at the very least not vocally. Those close to him were exceptions. One of the many reasons he preferred to remain quiet, otherwise he'd just leave the situation. While it wasn't exactly easy to make him uncomfortable, he often found himself in places or situations he preferred not to be around. Falling down to the floor with a soft thud, he stood upright to look at her straight on. "Dad taught us to judge no one, appreciate everything, embrace ourselves for who we are."

"Judge no one? You haven't judged someone before? That sounds rather, hypocritical. Everyone does it, y'know."

"I said 'try'. Admittingly, I was judging you when you brought those pants earlier. At least, I can appreciate the little things." Crossing his arms, he raised a brow. He did enjoy the fang snares that he grew. He enjoyed the foxfire pack that meander the monster's dorm room when he was over even if they often pooled around his feet with the threat of tripping him. He enjoyed the runs through the woods just to free himself from the busyness of the campus. He enjoyed just laying under the trees. He enjoyed playing his guitar even if he sucked at it. It's actually hard not too appreciate the little things in one's life because they are what makes it up.

Brenna sat quietly on the bed for a moment, her knees together just as her hands laced upon them, her head down, her thumbs rolling over one another. The setting sun was drawing the light from the room, what little was left shadowed the ghoul's face at the twilight. She was thinking and Uru was beginning to pick up a scent he was familiar with. A scent he did not like. It was sharp, it stung the nose enough to wince for a second. "Dad's gone, Uru. So-"

Uru rushed to sit down beside her, a arm around her shoulder as he brought himself closer to her. "Dad never said goodbye. But that's a good thing. It doesn't mean he's gone. It just means He's just not here right now. We'll see him again someday. Until that day, just take his advice, that doesn't make it any less true. Don't forget it, okay?" Since he was told, he never believed considering who it was that told him. Even the witness she offered was questionable. If he never believed, it may not be true. He could lie to himself, and his heart never faltered now that he said it aloud. Perhaps it did when he told Damien, but he believed his dad was out there somewhere. He wouldn't go down without a fight, let alone without saying good-bye to them. Say he was in denial, he was okay with that.

"Suddenly, you're an optimist? Plus, you smell."

Uru huffed at the comment as he pulled his sister into a tighter hug. "No, I finally appreciate myself enough that someone else can, too."

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[PhiferWolf]

"Who knew that the Big, Bad, Broody Demon of the East Wing could actually cook?" Brenna commented from her seat from watching as the boil multitasked in the kitchen, pants and pots over the stove, strainer sitting and waiting, plates prepped to be set. It was strange to see a large boil of Uru's stature to move around his kitchen with ease, let alone someone so gruff looking to be able to cook a meal. She was proud of him nevertheless as she thumbed through the pages of a cookbook. Brenna noted how new the pages felt, how crisp the handwriting was and the loose leaf paper of more scrawled, hastily written notes. It was a new book. The dregs of the sky coming through the window, the crimson sky bleeding to the darkness of night as it overwhelmed twilight. "You did this for him or... the cooking, I mean."

"Sort of. I need to be able to feed myself, it's also relaxing. Like working out, but I can eat it. Stir-fry shouldn't be the only thing I make. She never cooked for us and I never hung around the staff to watch them cook." Uru replied as he settled himself down beside her. "So, I taught myself with some books from the library." He come to realize that she often trailed her questions off, leaving them open for answer and interpretations. It was a strange thing she did, he chalked it up to curiosity. She was the first to try out this new recipe, it was one that he put together himself based on previous attempts of other dishes. He tried to match flavors in his head with spices and such, but he wasn't positive of the results. He looked at her expectingly as she took the first spoonful.

"It's not bad."

"It's not good, either." He finished, as he looked down to his own plate. Perhaps if he added -

"Don't beat yourself over it, at least it is edible and it isn't going to kill anyone. You just gotta work on it is all. Fine, tune it if you will." The ghoul shrugged as she took another spoonful. The rest of the dinner went rather quietly as they ate. "Does he get meals like this all the time, too? I mean, that's some pampering. I bet you do all the cleaning and all the cooking, don't you? So domestic."

"If only." he scoffed after a forkful. "He likes to cook and he cleans too. If I could, I would. I prefer it, really. Not going to push him to let me."

"That's because he's probably a strong, independent monster that need no boil to help him!" She giggled with her fork twirling in his direction. "He cooks and cleans, you cook and clean. Maybe you two should just work things out that you do them together or do them opposite of each other. That way, things get done and you can go and cuddle the fuzz out of him." Uru's scoff ended that conversation, as did he smile. They discussed small subjects such as what was going on with the pack, what progress she had made at finding loopholes - which were none - to get the boil back into the fold. They cracked jokes and told stories, ones that actually made the older brother laugh a genuine laugh she hadn't seen in so long. How Uru's eyes would shut tight and his big, white smile will break through as he tried to stifle a laugh before his mouth opened to let out a booming laughter. It was missed, and appreciated. She threw a comment of doing the dishes, but those were squashed when the male made it clear that he was doing them. While he had once claimed that those who cooked shouldn't have to clean up, it was more or less a reason to do the dishes so Damien wouldn't have to.

"You proofed the walls?" She questioned, looking to the wall behind the demon hound over the sound of running water.

He paused, looking in the direction of her inquiry, nodding. "I was okay without it, but this helps with concentration. I can study here without having to listen to someone talking or doing stuff. Or smell whatever foul thing other demons are up to." Uru shrugged, pointing toward the window with soapy hands. "The windows aren't, so that's where the most sound comes from. It doesn't entirely proof the room but... it filters it enough that it isn't an issue. The issue was actually installing it."

"I bet the monsters' dorms are even louder and foul smelling."

"You have no idea."The brother chuckled as he set aside a freshly cleaned plate. The stomping of large beasts, the beat of heavy wings, the roars and cries, the screams and laughter just collected in the halls of the monsters' dorm. "You learn to block it out."

Brenna chuckled. "How are you doing with honing your skills?"

"Basic still. I can hear well, not far. I can smell the basic stuff, but most still escape me. I've only been able to recognize you and his scents because I am familiar with the two of you." The demon hound shrugged. He wasn't exactly focusing on honing his skills to the point that he would be proficient tracker or something as such, he was taking things in his life in strides. Right now, he's focusing on not jacking up his relationship with his best-friend-turned-boilfriend. Right now, he's trying to string words together so that he doesn't come off as a total idiot in front of said monster. Right now, he was not at his place because his sister - whom he doesn't get to see too often, if at all, and legally at that - decided to visit him. Right now, he was not studying or getting any work done. He'd make it up to the green-eyed hound another time.

"Do you ever think... what mom is doing?" Brenna asked quietly, just low enough that he was able to pick it up. The dishes stopped moving, just the ambient sound of the running faucet, water hitting against the glass into the stainless steel basin. The demon hound shoulders rigid at the mention of their mother.

"What does she have to do with anything?" The ghoul made a soft 'huh' sound as if she did not hear him. "Why did you bring her up?" Uru hissed, glancing over his shoulder, the plate and sponge forgotten in the sink.

"I-it's just that, she was really good at it and...." There was a tick. That noteable tick that Uru knew of. The tick that meant Brenna was trying to say something but didn't know how to approach it. The tick that meant Brenna was hiding something. He didn't need to look at her ears or the tail that was tucked around the stool to know she was regretting the mention of their mother. The acrid stench that wafted from the younger demon made his inner hound growl. She jumped at the sound. "S-she's been trying to contact the other packs to see if she can get back in, but you know we demons have rules and laws and we have to abide by them when ordered. A-and, she can't come back to my pack so she's been trying to find a way around your exile of her a-"

"SHE IS TRYING TO CIRCUMVENT MY RULING!?" He roared, hands slammed down on the hard countertop of the island.

She flinched, peering back at the color bleeding from his pupils, how the corona of gold surrounded by a sea of blue suddenly flared to a blazing sun and flooded to the azure sea, the thick brows knitted with grooved forehead, the unmistaken rumble in his large chest. "Aren't I doing the same thing? I want you back, too, Uru, but it isn't easy. If I can't do it-" she tried.

"This is Naerina, Brenna! She can do anything she wants if she wanted to! She can take whatever she wants if she can get her hands on it. Haven't you learned that yet?" In that moment, he became the older brother and she, the younger sister. She sat in her seat as he loomed over the counter, fury in his eyes. The female that had tormented him for the good half of his life was trying to overrule his right, trying to get her grip back on the pack that he can no longer return to, trying to get her hands on Brenna. That was it. She was trying to get her hands on her daughter again in some convoluted idea that she was still some good mother, that she wanted her daughter. No, she wanted Brenna and the pack and - It clicked. "Have you been talking to her?"

"N-no!" She shook her head violently, "She only sent a letter, but I never responded!"

"She contacted you and you didn't think to tell me? Brenna, she can't come back into our lives, not now or ever, she-" Uru trailed with a hiss as he felt his anger boil beneath his skin.

"And how exactly do I contact you to let you know?" Brenna sat up from her spot, her hackles raised as she met him at the corner of the island, her finger poking at his imposing chest. "My couriers can't even send you anything because I am not suppose to even be talking with you. I have to pretend that I never met you whenever I leave the estate. I have to pretend that you're dead to me and it jacking hurts to do that. I worry about your sorry butt every day because no one else will. You say 'you're okay' or 'it's fine', but we both know you're not okay or anything is fine. Everything is so messed up for us! I can't see my brother and I know jack isn't easy for you either. So when I heard Damien, the only person that actually replies to my contacts is involved with you and still with you, which is surprising, honestly, I had to come. When I found out that you were with someone, someone that could maybe help you. I had to come to congratulate you, I had to come see if it was true that you two were really together." Uru's brows knitted together as he gave a noncommittal response, tearing himself away to throw the pants and pots into the sink with the dishes where the water still ran. They were still new, so new to him. He was utterly comfortable around the monster hound that, at times, it would feel like they could stay like that forever, others, he feels like he could make a mistake and trigger the boil to leave him. They were together. They are together. Thinking otherwise wasn't helping the situation. He didn't want to think like that, and here he was thinking like that. He let the thoughts of them splitting up enter his mind. He let the thoughts of them fighting and one of them slamming the door as they left. He let the thoughts of sleeping in the bed alone again. He let the thoughts of welcoming the silence and solitude like old friends.

"Yai duvvad durk da Nuolavu, vav al oxol. Sho varr liav dho kadh ad ik. Planako no, avai vav'd." (( "You cannot talk to Naerina, now or ever. She will ruin the both of us. Promise me, you won't." )) Uru seethed, fury brimming under the surface, rising too quickly to contain. His eyes bled through, their solid colors overwhelming the other in each eye until they were solid.

"Uru, don't you dare!" Brenna cried, her eyes widening before narrowing on her brother knowing this tick of his. They each knew the ticks of one another having spent most of their puphood together. How they both cleaned, how they reacted when they were sad or angry, or how they behaved when they were truly comfortable. This was one of those anger ticks.

"I KULO!"(( "I DARE!" )) He snarled

"So you still talk in Würgèrian when you're upset." Brenna replied flatly, her tone still sharp.

"Shid ik!"(( "Shut up!" )) He snarled. "Sho duvvad ko av ail raxok, vav al oxol. Id kho danok kudk, avai ovkuvkol availkord uvk no. I varr huxo da iko nav lakhd axol hol, uvk I ludhol I kakv'd. Sa klanako no avai vav'd durk da hol."(( "She cannot be in our lives, now or ever. If she comes back, you endanger yourself and me. I will have to use my right over her, and I rather I didn't. So promise me you won't talk to her." ))

"Fine, I will if you promise me that you won't do anything stupid and you stick to Damien."

The conditions weren't that difficult to meet. He was going to do stupid s**t all the time and he would learn from them. Doing stupid things is what made teenagers teenagers. However, the last stipulation was far gone. He was far gone. On Damien. No matter what became of them now, he was too far gone. His instincts were honed on the monster hound, any changes in their lives at this point were going to be moot as far as his inner hound was concerned. Uru breathed heavily through his nose. "Planako." (( "Promise." ))

"Planako." (( "Promise." )) Brenna echoes.

Silence fell over them like a thick fog, staling the air of a mixture of chemosignals. Uru exhaled sharply as he turned back to the sink. "Go-go wash up, it's still early. We can... watch a movie or something." He offered, waving her off over his shoulder.

Brenna was reluctant to leave him. She did.

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Nestled on the couch, the pair of them watched a movie. Brenna pointed out the dark framed glasses that sat on the older demon's face which diminished his menacing appearance further, giving him a more relax, homely look. Uru replied that his vision wasn't as sharp, that it blurred a little bit that it bothered him. Not physically, it just annoyed him. Nothing to be concerned about for they were just for reading and watching the television. They settled down against one another, one wrapped in a blanket with a bowl of popcorn in her lap while the other reclined with arms sprawled along the spine of the seat, their faces illuminated by the glow of the screen. It was a movie that Brenna had picked out, a rom-com of sorts. Uru went along with it knowing that he was in a relationship now, she was interested in everything that it would entail. The ghoul was perceptive, she was observant as he was - if not more, and always had her nose into business it shouldn't be. This just happened to be one of them.

“I think the problem is that I’m stuck waiting for him to do something, to make a move, to say the perfect thing. And the problem is that I shouldn’t be that witch, the one who sits and waits for him. I should be independent. I should think clearly and consistently without having my mind jump straight back to him. Falling for someone like that is the hardest thing to do, and the stupidest thing is that the thing standing in my way is fear of losing him, the fear of rejection, the fear that I might lose a friend that means everything to me. I want to be everything to him, but I’m not.”

Uru scoffs at the monologue the witch gives, the raw emotion she portrayed hit him. It was exactly how he felt. It was what it was like being around Damien for so long. When he ran to the library to find out what was wrong with him, when the possibility that he might have feelings surfaced, and the realization that dawned on him, he felt like he was taking cautious steps around the monster. He wanted to say something, but he feared that it would ruin everything. Damien was everything to him before, even more so now. He would watch him while he had slept, he would watch him cook like he was at peace in the kitchen, they would watch movies together that was so casual. He had grown accustomed to it, he had oppressed his own feelings for their sake and had grown so comfortable with their routine. The fear of rejection, the fear of losing his friend didn't resurface until the auction. It had not resurfaced until he saw how he was with those he was at the dance with. He feared that he had lost him, that he didn't want him around anymore - that he had outstayed his welcome. "I was like that for a long time." He finally spoke after a long spell of silence.

Brenna tilted her head up, "Like what?"

"Want to say something to him." Uru sighed, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "My heart wanted to, but my mind kept saying that he didn't want it. He was into ghouls and that I was just infatuated. That I would get over it. But... didn't change how I felt."

"Maybe your mind needed more time to accept what your heart already knew." She spoke sagely as she stuffed herself with her own handful. "So what it was like to kiss him?" She said slowly with inquisition.

Uru snorted. "Not good when you have heightened senses."

"So it was bad?" She questioned, her head tilting up to look at him. A grin swept across her face when she noticed how deeply red, even in the dark lit room, his face had gotten. Uru was blushing hard. "Ooooo, so it wasn't bad."

"I never said it was bad." Uru rolled his eyes, giving the ghoul a slight shove. "It was just... overwhelming. I've wanted to do it for a long time, just ... never did. But when we did, it just... I could hear everything, smell everything."

"You lost control?"

"I didn't care." Uru shrugged, a genuine smile across his face. "I only cared that I kissed him, finally." He mused, sliding a finger across his lips as if to recall the already vivid memory again. "All the sounds was deafening in the dorm, but all I could smell was us - like, Us." He recalled the laughter, the screams, the yelling, the clanging, the din of footsteps that emitted from the halls and rooms of the monsters' dormitory. Everything came to him all at once until the ambiance collectively became deafening - until there was no sounds at all. All he could smell was the fragrance of vanilla, smoke, herbs, and coffee hidden beneath the stale morning breath they shared - the smell of the two of them after months of sharing the same space together. The smell that he had eventually equated to being 'home' and 'comfort'. Now that he had a constant presence, he was beginning to familiarize different scents outside of anger, fear, anxiety, and sadness. All he could see was the boil's face afterwards, how genuine handsome and flushed he was, granted, so was he, he had assumed. His hand cupped around his neck and his lips against his. It was overwhelming. He shook his head, clearing his mind because it wasn't exactly clean at the moment. "It was a moment."

"Oh sweet Hecate, you're sap." Brenna cried with exasperation. Uru steeled himself, shutting his eyes knowing that he had just walked into a wave of incoming mockery. "I bet you kiss him and nuzzle him like a love struck twit. Do you wax poetry about his eyes or how fluffy his tail is? I bet you wake him up every morning with a cup of coffee or tea, or even breakfast. Oh jeez, you got it sooooo bad, brother."

"Hey, you would, too, if you had someone like him! Everyone's sappy... just, in their own way, and privately. Definitely privately."

Brenna giggled as she sunk back down into the seat. "I can't wait until I have my first kiss."

"Not until you find the right creep, you won't. You're not gonna go and kiss the first boil you see." The ghoul huffed, crossing her arms as she sunk further into his side, the popcorn bowl threatening to tip over. Uru scooped it up, avoiding a mess as he peered down at her. "Besides, you have to focus on your alpha studies. You have a pack and pact to take care of."

"BLARG! Alpha studies bite! I was not groomed for this like you were. I was given a crash course." She complained, throwing her arms in the air flailing like a pup in a tantrum. She whined as a hand placed itself upon her head, rubbing her gently, soothing her.

"It doesn't get any easier."

"That's not exactly comforting..."

The movie played on through the climax, resolving the finale. It was still early to call it quits just yet, opting to get up and find another activity to do. Something minimal.

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"Oosh." Uru let out a whoosh of air as he came down, his elbows holding at a right angle. His back and legs straight out at an angle off the ground, his body straining under the weight of another. The ghoul sat cross legged on his back at his request, holding a book in her lap while the boil did his sets. "What are you - oosh - reading?"

The ghoul flipped the page, twirling a strand of hair in one hand, the other resting on the page of the book, thumb sliding down the sheet of words, her eyes gazing over the sentences. "Old pack laws. Didja know that the average age of alphas taking up the mantle is twice mine?"

"That's because - oosh - they're suppose to have mates and - oosh - be ready for pups. You won't take that up until - oosh - then, you're just a title."

Brenna could feel her brother's muscles tense and move beneath her as he worked. He had considered this a 'minimal activity' compared to her reading. Honestly, he worked himself to death if he considered this to be a relaxing and minimal activity! Rolling her eyes, she continued on down the pages as he continued to rise and fall. Sometimes, his strength amazed her - it was unlike demon nature to be so physically fit. She always believed it to be a monster or undead trait, not in a species that relied on magic like herself. She was impressed and proud for him. Though, she was aware that he was somewhat vain, even if he didn't admit it to himself or anyone. She had caught him looking at himself from time to time. He knew he was good looking.

"I've come to terms with it." Brenna gave a sound of question to the sudden comment, her eyes falling to the back of the boil's head. He had stopped his reps, staying in the lowered phrase. "Not coming back to the pack." Uru's tone was low, solemn, his body did not tremble. He knew he wouldn't be able to come back to the pack without a fight. Even if he had returned, there would be strains on the ties to the others in which they would have to circumvent the rules and laws in order to get him back. If he had came back, the others would down on Brenna or question what other rules could be challenged. In the end, he had come to terms that being away from her is in the best interest even if it meant not being able to protect her as he should. "You could focus on your studies then."

"W-when did you decide this? Do I not get an opinion on this? When did you give up? What if I don't want to give up?"

"No one is giving up, I just..." Uru turned to look at her over his shoulder, flinching at the expression on her face. How frantic, how concerned she appeared to him. Averting his gaze, he rolled his shoulders as a sign of her departure from his back. Rolling to sit beside her, he let out a soft exhale, arm propped up on a knee. "It's difficult, all of this." The demon hound started, wagging a finger between the two of them. "We can work hard and maybe find a way for me to come back. But... I've come to terms with it a long time ago that I'm no longer pack, that I'm a loner. If we did manage it, it'd only cause problems for us and the pack and everything else. The last thing I want is for you to be put in any sort of danger. Besides, you visit me often enough that I can't exactly forget about you."

Brenna guffawed, slapping at his shoulder. "Like you could! Honestly!" Her chuckle died slowly. "So... you don't want to come back?"

The boil lips came to a thin line as he looking down at his hands in thought. He both wanted to and did not want to. He wanted to go back because of his sister. But the place held so many dark memories and oppressive thoughts that it wouldn't be the healthiest of settings for someone who was back on their feet and starting something new and different. Reluctantly, he shook his head before meeting the ghoul's gaze. "No, I have something here I want to invest in."

"You mean 'someone'." The downcast gaze that she was met with was telling. She knew he was hurting, guilty that he didn't want to come back to be with her because he wanted to be here instead. She placed a hand upon his shoulder, squeezing just once to let him know it was okay. "I understand, you want to take this path. But, some self-love is gonna be something you've got to work on." Uru rolled his eyes, of course she'd roll this back into some sort of inspirational lesson. If she was going to talk, then she could certainly do it as he prepared for bed. Stripping off his shirt without shame, he walked to the bathroom and strategically placed the towel before stepping inside the shower. "You're going a good job, y'know. Damien must have seen it if he is finally with you. That means you're getting better and not being a mopey butt head."

"I'm still mopey." he called over the sounds of rushing water, cascading down on him. There were downsides and upsides of not having doors. Upside, they can talk freely throughout the place. Downside is that his sister is in his bedroom which has full view of the bathroom. "I am just less mopey."

"Woooo, big change." Brenna mocked as she settled herself into the bed. "You'll bring him over here someday, right?"

"Yes." Uru returns shortly, making himself modest before slipping under the covers himself. "It's just that his place smells better."

"Well, bring him over and this place can also smell like-"

"Home." Uru breathed.

"Since when did you consider that?" She murmured, their intense hearing picking up the faintest whispers.

Apparently his whisper didn't go unheard. He had not considered pack home, he hadn't considered the manor home, so when had he come to associate this place as home? His room was his room, it was a place to get to be by himself, away from everyone else. But when had he considered Damien's room, specifically, home? Was it when their scents have become so well blended that the scent of them together became 'us', 'we', 'ours'? Or was it because it was when he finally tried to escape? Escape from the world, escape from life, escape from everything because he was grounded to a place he did not want to escape from. Perhaps that was when he considered it home.

They had stayed up for a bit, discussing matters such as their lives. The little things that went on at the manor or the arduous meetings with the other leaders or how many letters she's written since their time apart. They discuss how well Uru was with creeple, the Horseman, the Witch, somehow managed to join some club known as the Black Kingdom which he also had to describe his dream of his. They discuss how the bed was actually quite comfortable now with the new sheets and pillows.

"The only thing standing between you and your goals are the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it."

"Those bullshit stories have reasons." He sighed, pulling the comforter under his arms, reaching to turn his lamp off. "I just gotta work harder to those goals, I guess."

"It's not going to be easy..." She yawned as she settled down onto her side, reaching over to turn off her lamp. "But, it'll be worth it in the end. Just you wait."

Uru stayed up a while longer, simply staring at the ceiling, taking in the words that were exchanged.

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The bed was warmer than usual, but his hair didn't stick to the pillow or his chest to the comforter. He didn't feel sweaty, he actually slept rather soundly. No nightmares or being uncomfortable and having to wake up. No, it was a rather sound sleep. Cracking an eye open, he moved his shoulder expecting to find something there. A foxfire perhaps, he had grown accustomed to them always on the other bed. However, he wasn't met with anything. With sleep-addled eyes, the demon slid a hand over the spot where he had last seen - felt - his sister. The spot was now smoothed over and tucked in as if it wasn't used at all. Concern crept into the fog of his waking mind as he sat up. There was a smell in the air that told him that she was somewhere in his room. He opened his maw to yawn when he heard giggling in the other space. Blinking a few times, the bulkier boil left the warmth and comfort of the bed, trotting out to the kitchen.

"What do you think you're doing?" Uru exclaimed as he reached for his eyePhone in the ghoul's grip, giggling as she held it from him. His eyes shot wide open as he nearly toppled the ghoul off of the island barstool as he used one hand on the island to brace himself and the other to reach for the device. It was on and he hadn't recalled when he had actually put it down. Apparently she had picked it up and started snooping through it or something, or worse! Granted, he hadn't anything to hide in there, but it was his! "AUDRA'BREN, YOU GIVE ME MY JACKING PHONE!"

"Oh my, potty mouth, aren't you?" Brenna grinned wickedly as the sound of a whoosh aired from his phone. His gaze stern on the device as his attempts became limp in defeat and confusion. The sound of a text message being flown off into the unknown only to manifest itself somewhere else in this realm of dreadful reality that his sister had used his phone to talk to someone.

"W-what was that? What did you just text!?" Cried the older brother.

"You're new beau~ Apologizing for keeping his boilfriend all to myself yesterday." Brenna cooed slowly, biting her tongue playfully as she tossed his phone at him, escaping away back into the bedroom. "Besides, gotta do something since you were out like a light! Hard sleeper, seriously. Had breakfast, cleaned up a bit, and you were snoozing away."

Uru looked to the sink to see the remnants of water drops along the metal basin's sides indicating recent use. The light on the counter was still lit to indicate it was still too hot to touch. She had breakfast by herself and she didn't even wake him! "I... I wanted to have breakfast with you before you left." He murmured as she returned, brush in hand as she soothed her curls.

"Psshaw, don't you worry about that. I have to go anyway, gotta get back to the hustle and bustle of pack life and all that jazz. Jeez, I am not really looking forward to all of that, but gotta do what I gotta do." She drawled, leaning on the counter with a twirl of her hand. He could only imagine the barrage of questions that would be asked to verify her disappearance. She didn't have it any easier than he did. They both took classes, just for different reasons. The ghoul smiled as she shucked on her jacket, slipping herself into her shoes at the door. "Come and bid me farewell."

Uru sat at the kitchen island, pouring himself a cup of coffee, giving the ghoul a cocked brow. "Farewell." he said flatly as he grinned around the rim of the mug.

"Ha. Ha. Now come over here, jerkface." Uru chuckled as he came to picked her up, pulling her tight into an embrace. "You could always try to call me, I'd do whatever I can to help. Just... take care of yourself, okay? And Damien." Brenna hugged him tighter, rubbing her cheek against his short scruff with a rumble.

"I just want to make you happy, Brenna." He murmured into her shoulder as he held her, her scent and aroma alluring and calming. It was nutty and sweet. He just wanted those he cared about to be happy. "Just get back safe." It was when the contact was held for longer than he had imagined that he pulled her back to look at her. "Are you... are you scenting me?"

"Yup! And everything in your place, too!" Uru whipped his head around to look at his place - impeccably neat and tidy, everything in place and ... oh yes, definitely done by the demon hellhound ghoul. The boil turned to scold her as he was greeted with a chaste kiss on the cheek. "MINE! BYE!" she exclaimed as she shut the door. Uru jerked it open to glare at the fading visage of the ghoul down the hall, her laughter ringing throughout.

Sisters.

A sound dinged from his pocket, alerting him to a message. As Uru looked at the screen, the name [Big Boss Alpha B] flashed across the screen. There was a chill down his spine as he glanced down at the device that seemed so small in his large hands before glancing around the room as if he was being watched. Sliding the unlock bar, the text message application appearing with a line.

< There is a box on your counter! ouo

> When did you get my number?...
> Nevermind.

Obviously, when he was asleep and she was snooping through everything... Uru came to around the counter by the sink, and against the half wall was a small box. It was inconspicuous, he wouldn't have really noticed it if she hadn't cleaned absolutely everything. Sliding the top off, the only contents off the box was a black, leather band of equal inconspicuity. The band itself was about an inch or so with simple button snap. Sliding it over his right wrist, he fastened it. In a way, it balanced the tattoo on his left wrist. His phone buzzed a few more times in quick succession.

< It's nothing special, but you need some accessories.
< Your jacket doesn't count.
< Or your face. :P
< Please take care of yourself, brother. Just relax. Think positive!

> And you.  

[PhiferWolf]

Welcome to Miasma Village - x - 2pt
Quest 1 - Interviewing the Villagers - x - 2pt
Quest 2 - Steak Your Ground - x - 2pt
Quest 3 - The Sand Whale - x - 2pt
Quest 4 - Eggstraction: The Beginning - x - 2pt
Quest 5 - The Powdered Stone - x - 2pt
Quest 6 - Virus Investigation - x - 2pt
Quest 7 - Balloon Extravaganza - x - 2pt
Quest 8 - Eggstraction: It Returns! - x - 2pt
Quest 9 - Naked and Afraid - x - 2pt
Quest 10 - Harvest Tour: Frozen Waste - x - 2pt
Quest 11 - The Fisher King - x** - 2pt
Quest 13 - Apex Pet Wrangling - x** - 2pt
Quest 15 - Eggstration: The Finale - x - Apex Mount - 2pt
Puzzle - x - x - x - x - x - 2pt

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[b]Character Name:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=23726089]Uru`Baen[/url]
[b]Faction:[/b] Demon Hellhound Student
[b]Appearance: [/b] [url=http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f397/PhiferWolf/tumblr_ndlkhhCC3k1s1q95bo10_250_zpsb18608f9.png]Outfit[/url]
[b]Miasma meter[/b] 60
Students: Every time you gain Miasma, multiply it by x2. So, in a prompt if you gain +2 miasma, it is actually +4 for you.

Items obtained:
- Sand Whale Fin
[strike]- Herbivore Egg[/strike]
[strike]- Wyvern Egg[/strike]
- Rusted Key
- Basilisk's Eye
- Old Saddle

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[b]Character Name:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24300524]Audra'Bren[/url]
[b]Faction:[/b] Demon Hellhound Student
[b]Appearance: [/b] [url=http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f397/PhiferWolf/dc1b3a81-b6f5-4292-91a1-4c5cfddc140c_zpsc6160b13.png]Outfit[/url]
[b]Miasma meter[/b]
Students: Every time you gain Miasma, multiply it by x3. So, in a prompt if you gain +2 miasma, it is actually +4 for you.

Items obtained:

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RP Points, Rewards, and Prizes:
Puzzle ORP - x
Puzzles - x


Raffle Tickets
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[PhiferWolf]

Day 1:

It was something of a necessity. He had discussed it, thought it over many times, and justified that the trip was necessary for the documentation and the privilege. If he was going to obtain a passport, he would have to go through the proper channels. In order to do that, he would have to spend a week in the Human World and survive there. He was a survivor in different ways, this will just be another task he will complete. However, what bothered him was that he was going to be leaving the green-eyed, monster hellhound for a week. He couldn't recall the last time he had gone without the individual for more than a few days. So that was the surviving he'd have to go through - being without his mate. He was strong, he was a capable, independent, strong demon hound. A week would be fine, he just had to focus on the task at hand. He had packed his duffle bag based on the sponsor's instructions. Gave the boil a chaste kiss, and a deep hug farewell, before he headed out.

It wasn't the first time in the Human World, he recalled as he set his duffle bag onto the bed, pulling out articles of clothing. before, it was warmer, raining even at night. The streets were different than Amityville, they were smoother with lights all over and roaring metal boxes that honked and screeched. This time, it was cold - much to his appreciation, and white powder was falling from the sky. He hadn't seen it before, but he actually found it enjoyable. It was like a gentle storm but colder and not as wet. He took most of his clothes out of his bag and left little inside: a tanktop, a plain water bottle, a towel, shorts, and a change of clothes. He needed to steak out the area first, get a layout before figuring out what next to do. He could hide here, but he wasn't the type to do that. No, he was going to try to blend in. It wouldn't be his fault if no one noticed him lurking around. Uru pulled on a wool jacket, tied on a dark green scarf around his neck, shucking on the duffle bag, he headed out the door.

The streets layered in a blanket of white whatever. It crunched beneath the rubber of the shoes that he had been given. People - he believed that was what they were called - mulled up and down the side walk as cars - again, what he heard in passing - zipped by. He looked around and noticed that no one really cared about him. They were too busy with their own lives to give two jacks about a stranger like him. He wasn't exactly scared of the prospect of being in the Human World for a week, he wasn't all-too excited either, nor overwhelmed. He had to take things in stride and not let it get to him. Moderations, he told himself.

The city was big, lights alit with the night. Cars honked on the street in traffic. Hundreds of people roamed the streets, crossing from one side or another. Red lights, green lights, it didn't seem to matter to them. They crossed anyway. Apparently, some laws did not apply here. There were times people waited until the orange hand turned into a white person. There were times people walked along a path set on the street designated by white lines. Others just crossed wherever they were. Apparently, honking one's car was a sign of anger or disapproval. There was a scream that sent a chill up his spine. It was a welcomed chill, he jerked his head at a yelling woman who was slapping the front of a car in the middle of the street. He vaguely heard the words 'Watch where you're going' being shouted. People were laughing and flashing boxes while huddled together. They seemed they were knew here, too - tourists. Before him, he looked at a large towering building with a screen on its face that went from the bottom to the top. An advertisement of sorts. At the very very top of the building was a large orb. Was it some... threatening doom bomb or something, the way it just sat up there. Maybe whoever owned the building probably used it as a way to keep people in check. He scoffed at the idea.

He had asked a man - he was really glad he did some human studies before coming - where the closest gym was. The stranger thought for a moment before giving instructions.

He was glad he tried to get the vernacular correct: man instead of boil, woman instead of ghoul, cars, etc. Luckily, they shared a lot of the same terminology.

The gym stood before him. 14 Wall Street, if he recalled the green fluorescent sign that he had passed. The receptionist gave him a once over, a sly grin before greeting him. He paid a visiting fee and headed inside, the woman giving him a tour of the place. It was an impressive establishment; up to date equipment, everything was clean and well placed. She stood by a doorway that was labeled "Men" overhead with the same smile. There was a bite of her lip as he passed by wordlessly. The lockerroom was also impressive; tiled floors, wooden faced lockers, mirrored sinks at the end of the bays, rows of frosted glass door showers. It kinda put Amityville's to shame honestly. Uru had shucked off his jacket and scarf, putting them into the designated locker - 667. Amusing. There were laughter and murmurs of other men in the place, talking over the hiss of the showers. This was no different from the gym at the academy. Blending in will be easy.

He was in the middle of working out benching a 210lb. He wanted to keep himself inconspicuous, didn't want to do anything too high. But his pride prevented him from going any lower. Some times a guy would come to root for him, encouraging him before wandering off somewhere. He could swear a group of people pass him by occasionally to watch him. He paid them no mind. He had to focus; this wasn't a leisurely visit to the Human World and he had to keep his disguise on. He swallowed hard as he held the bar over head, his arm shaking a bit. His body was layered with glistening sweat, the areas of his shirt darkened with the moisture. His dual-colored eyes trained on the metallic black bar in his hands when another entered his field of vision to grasp it. He looked at the arm to the shoulder to the face of a blonde ghoul - woman. She smiled at him before assisting him with the bar.

"You don't need to push yourself or show off to these girls." She spoke, her voice saccharine and smooth. Her blue eyes looking him over once. She took in his chest, his wide shoulders, the strong jaw, and the stubble that covered it. His hair slick wet and thick brows together as their gazes met. "You were showing off, weren't you? Liked having eyes on you?"

"No." He replied flatly as he took a sip from his water bottle.

"They certainly enjoyed the show then."

"It wasn't a-"

"Right, it wasn't a show. But you were impressive. How many reps?"

"I don't do reps." Uru responded as he got up, taking the hanging bottle to wipe down the bench and the bars. He was at least mindful of the rules and cleanliness it key in a gym. He turned to see that the girl was still there, looking up at him with a look. She only came up to his chest.

"Name's Lana." She held out a hand with a wide grin.

Uru took it hesitantly. Perhaps it was best to not give his real name. "Ryan." What kind of name was that?... it was a name, at least it was nowhere similar to his own. Hopefully, he will be aware enough to answer to it. There wasn't any taking back of it now.

"I haven't seen you around here before, new?" She inquired as she got herself onto the bench. She was using his own weights.

"Visiting."

"Friend? Family?"

"Tourist." He replied quickly as he put his hands just above the dip of her bar to catch it. She was moving much slower than him. She was clearly struggling... Should he have voiced his concern or-

"Oh? That's cool. You'll like New York. The winter isn't too bad, but it's what we get for living up north." She chuckled before straining. Uru took the bar in hand and settled it down. They spoke briefly, moving from one station to another. The girl quickly learned he did not take competition lightly. She ran at 20mph, he was running 30. She was lifting twenty, he was going forty. It wasn't a gender thing, he was just very competitive. It amused him and surprised her that she thought she could beat him in yoga. She gave up after thirty minutes complaining of a 'cramp'. He could tell she was lying.

"Say, are you staying nearby?" Uru thought for a moment, nodding briefly. "Wanna grab some lunch tomorrow? I know this great place, perfect for a tourist like you." The disguised human rubbed the back of his neck, unsure and uncomfortable with the decision. "As friends, of course." she amended as if to dissipate any confusion.

"Sure." he muttered. She smiled at him, instructing to meet her at the square tomorrow at 11am. That's right, they had a thing called 'time' that corresponded to the days back in Amityville. He nodded and bid her farewell before going back into the lockerroom.

He swore he could feel eyes on him.



Day 2:

Lana had taken hold of the guy's wrist, dragging him through the crowd and down a street. They had both pocketed their hands as they walked down the street, the cars becoming more scarce the further from the square they went. He was dressed in the same clothes as the day before. Lana was dressed in a white puffy jacket and cream scarf and matching beanie. He watched as the green signs went on until they reached 49 then 50. He looked ahead and saw the sign: "Equinox".

"Isn't this a gym we went to yesterday?" Uru questioned, looking up at the black sign with white lettering.

Lana chuckled as she strolled forward. "There are a few Equinoxes around here, but this one has my favorite place to eat. Come on." Inside the gym was also a small eating area, the sign read: "Creative Juice". His eyes scanned over the sign and the space itself. The place was mostly of juices and small foods - light eating. He imagined it was catered towards gym-goers. Definitely explained why it was located in a gym. A sound rang out catching his attention. His head swiveled toward the girl as she stood by a table with two others. Jack... he wasn't exactly expecting guests to this... but this was just lunch with a 'friend'.... 'friends' now.

"This is Ryan, he's visiting NYC." Lana introduced.

"Damn, girl, look at him. Looks like he stepped out of Men's Health and GQ and a spread in Sports Illustrated." A brunette cooed, her chin falling onto a resting hand. He could feel her eyes look him over as if undressing him under all four layers. Her perfectly manicured white tipped nails tapping at her chin. "Name's Karen."

"And why exactly do ypu read those?" The guy beside him asked, elbowing her lightly. "Name's Andrew. This one's mine." He jerked a thumb to the brunette beside him. "So whereabouts are you from, Ryan?"

"Salem." A kneejerk response. He was regretting it because... well, that was the only Human World place he could recall at the moment under the spot.

"Salem...?" Andrew spoke slowly as if to draw out more information. Unfortunately, he didn't have anymore information to give. "There's - like, a lot of Salems."

"Witches." Uru strained out because by Hecate he was really bad. Witches was a coverall genre of student aside from ghosts.

"OH! Massachusetts! You don't sound like a Bostonian." Karen pointed out. "Say 'car keys'."

"I... never picked it up." Uru admitted as he took his seat down with Lana's urging.

"So what brings you to New York?"

"Just... checking it out for a week. Nothing really planned." Just survive.

There was a collective hum among them as gave glances to one another. Uru felt their attention on him again. He didn't quite understand the sensation that made him want to get out of there. They way they looked at him... it wasn't malicious or lustful - well, perhaps two of the three weren't.

"How about we take you out this week? It'll be fun! It won't be expensive or anything, but at least you'll have company!"

He found himself saying yes to the offer before he really thought of the situation. On one hand, he could say no and go into hiding or go back to the gym. If he had said yes, he is blending in with the populace through these three individuals. He would be able to explore a bit more of this world and familiarize himself with the vernacular. Apparently, they had agreed to meet at a place called "Barnes & Noble" tomorrow.



Day 3:

"This is 5th Ave..." He muttered to himself as he looked up from his (eye)Phone, the 'GoogleMap' was giving him instructions to walk for another 400 feet. The snow crunched beneath his boot, the harsh crack of the salt that littered the sidewalk. Snow was falling like the day before, but it wasn't falling hard. Drifting. His hair was getting powdered but he enjoyed it. The cold, it was a welcomed feeling, anchoring him to home.

The buildings that sat on each side of the street looked all the same; same stoop, same gates, same doors, same all around. They even had the same sort of tree that sat between each building - not that there was any separation of them. It was strange, it felt like he was walking but was getting nowhere. The only real indication that he was getting anywhere was that the cars that lined the streets differed. The phone announced 'you have arrived at your destination' when he had approached a large two story building with green lettering that stated 'Barnes & Noble'. Judging by the exterior it was a book store. "So, it's a Bones & Trouble." He muttered under his breath, recalling the book retail store at the maul.

Inside, he found the trio of humans, eager and waiting for him. He gave them a brief wave before putting his hand back into his pocket. Karen took it upon herself to dust him off which got her a stern frown. She flinched briefly, biting her lip before snaking her arm back around Andrew's. They found themselves down at a table at a 'Starbucks' (Scarseeds, equivalent, Uru had noted). For the most part, the product was the same. The trio learned that he liked coffee. He drank it with confidence, how he sat up straight, head up as he took the drink to his mouth rather than meeting it. They talked about their night prior and this and that. Apparently, Uru had arrived just in time for a meet up after months of being apart, between Lana and the couple. Uru had excused himself to let the three get reacquainted. It wasn't his place. He offered them a ghost of a smile before wandering off. He was more curious about the books that this place held. Fantasy, Fiction, Teen Fiction, Romance, he shook his head at the selection. He knew not to judge a book by its cover, but... a lot of these covers left very little to go on. Twilight? Fifty Shades of what? He scoffed at these titles. It was the horror and fantasy that interested him.

"Wolf Age by James Enge..." he mused as he fingered a book off the shelf. It was a softcover, relatively thick with good text font. In moments, he found himself sunk into a couch reading through the first three chapters before a shadow blocked his light. Judging by the smell, he knew who it was. "Hi, Karen."

"Whatcha reading? You disappeared on us." She drawled as she popped herself into the raggedy sofa across from him, her legs up on the arm rest. They way she looked at him was like meat on a stick. It bothered him, but... could he tell her off or would that blow his cover?... he had to play safe and he hated it.

Uru angled the book off slightly to reveal the cover and spine, she can read it herself. His brows quirked briefly before his eyes went back to the page. "You three were talking. Catching up. Didn't think I should be involved in that."

"But you're a friend, we're suppose to be giving you company. I could be good company, y'know."

"I am sure." he dismissed with a turn of the page. He was probably being rude. But she was coming off... well, there were choice words but none fitted to be said. "I am with someone." He threw off handedly. Apparently that caught her attention as her legs swung back over and she was leaning across the table.

"s**t, really!? Who is the lucky one to have all of this walking sex idol?"

"Who's a sex idol?" Another voice called, the pair joined by Lana and Andrew.

"Ryan has a girlfriend!" Karen cried, pouting up at Andrew who shook his head before patting hers. Apparently he wasn't phased by her behavior.

"He's at home," He replied, closing the book because clearly he wasn't going to be able to read it. It was a typical werewolf story with a magical human with magic powers and a magic sword living in a kingdom with a matriach that apparently gets it on with some prison wolf and... it is nonsense really. After the whole 'regrown their hymen to be with you' line, he kinda gave up on taking it seriously.

"O.M.G. you're gay!?" Karen screeched. Lana slapped her arm. Andrew shushed her. Their attention turning to him, his cheeks slightly reddening.

"Pan, actually..." he muttered.

"What, like, everything?" Lana questioned, looking at her friends.

"I think it's more like; he could put his hand down someone's pants and be totally fine with whatever he finds?" Andrew tried to analogize. Uru gave a noncommital shrug, but that pretty much hit the nail. Except, his only -sexual is Damien-sexual. "Dude, we are learning a lot about you. Probably the most interesting thing that's happened in awhile, huh, Lana?" She nodded.

Interesting was operative. He had a girl who kept coming onto him. A girl who eyed him constantly but said nothing. And a guy who had a girl but didn't seem to reign her in. And they found him interesting? That was the interesting thing.

"I also like music." Collectively, they all gasped with awe, followed by another set of questions which brought a slight smile to his face. It was nice to have others passionate about his skills. He should be more open about them... maybe he will when he got back. Let others hear him play rather than hide it inside. "Piano and guitar. Rusty on them both, it's been some time since I last played. Only for me though, no gigs or anything like that."

"Dude, we got the perfect place for you then. Come on, get your things." Uru was staring up at the trio as they had gotten up, throwing their jackets and scarves on. Curious, he did the same, following them out back into the snow.

He was directed to a place called "Music Row", the last sign he had seen was 48th street. Uru moved along with the group through various of the shops there, eyes flitting with wonder at all the things there. At times, he could not stop himself from picking up a ukulele or an acoustic guitar, run his fingers across the beautiful ivory keys of a piano. He learned of records - flat, round saucers that played music when a needle was put on them through a large horn. He was sure there had to be some back at Amityville... he smiled as each shop; Rudy's Music Shop, Alex's Music, Sam Ash, all these places had their own sounds and atmosphere that he found himself getting lost in it. If only he could bring Damien here...

Uru spent most of the night listening to human music.

Day 4:

"Dude, you'll love it! It's dinosaurs! Everyone loves dinosaurs!" Andrew said beside him as he tossed a handful of popcorn into his mouth. He was grinning like a cheshire. The movie theatre was packed. Apparently, it was the opening night of this film. Was it based off of the same movie that he had gone on a field trip during his second year? He sat back into his seat, head casually propped up by his fist. Everyone was talking. Everyone was murmuring. The lights dimmed and the whispers did not stop. He could not not hear them... but he had to focus on keeping his appearance, he could not risk losing his attention. He'd have to suffer through the voices and the smells until this trip was over.

"Hun, bet you could run in stilettos than Bryce Howard." Andrew whispered.

"You know I could." Karen replied, taking a sip of her drink.

Lana was edging her way onto Uru's free armrest, leaning in closer to him. Luckily, his face was grumpy enough to make the guy beside him move one over leaving the seat empty.

"You could be a movie star, too, Ryan. You look just as good as Chris Pratt." Lana murmured.

Karen leaned forward with a grin. "And Chris Pratt is hot."

"Only reason the raptors haven't eaten him." Andrew whispered around another mouthful of popcorn.

Uru rolled his eyes, settling deeper into his seat, watching the movie. There were screams, various clapping for some reason, and the occasional laughter. One of which he might have participated in.


Day 5:

"Why do they call this Central Park?" Uru inquired as he walked beside the other three. He should feel bad that they were taking up most of the walk way, but people seemed to move around them easily enough. So whatever. He noted the wide open spaces here, the bridges, the walk ways, the frozen pond, the snow covered bushes and trees. He could see human scareling play off in the distance throwing snow at one another. In ball form.

"Duh, because it is the center of New York! And it's one of the busiest places, too. Everyone walks around here. It's suppose to be relaxing." Karen supplied, arm-in-arm with Andrew who was staring off into the distance. Apparently, he wasn't exactly all there. Lana walked beside him, keeping to herself for the most part, but joined in various conversations before butting out again. It was strange, she seemed so forward before, now she was quiet. He gave it a brief thought before his attention was brought back to a question. "What are you afraid of, hun?"

"Pfft, I'm just afraid of heights. Never getting me on a rollarcoaster, or work in one of them skyscrapers." The other guy admitted, waving his hand in the area, gesturing to the tall, glass building surrounding them. "Like, the idea of being so high up and then falling? Yeah - no, there's no way am I ever gonna be up that high. I wouldn't survive a fall like that."

"The dark." Karen hummed. "I'd say the dark. It isn't so much not being able to see, it's probably 20% that, but the fact that I don't know what's there. I guess you can say the unknown, what could be hiding int he dark. Something could come out and eat me or something! "

Lana gave an audible shiver as she leaned forward to look at her friends. "The cold, because jeez, screw this winter. It's been going on for months! I'll freeze to death."

Uru chuckled, drawing their attention. "You all seem to be afraid of dying."

"What? You're not?" Karen scoffed.

"No, I'm not afraid of death. It isn't death who I should be afraid of. It is the slave to the cause. It isn't death that kills you. It is the monster that comes from the shadow to eat you, unseen and never heard. You won't be able to hide from it because it lives in the shadow, it could probably see in it, too. It is the height that kills - well, the impact of you hitting the ground or the air growing so thin that you can't breath. Cold is different. It comes at you in different ways. It could eat away at your skin, killing off the cells before falling off. It could chill you to the bone, ripping the air from your lungs and freezing it. Cold is a nasty fear, not one you should joke about, and not one to be taken lightly. I don't fear Death, I fear its masters."

There was an eerie silence that fell over them as their pace slowed. Uru turned to noticed that they had gotten closer together, their eyes wide on him. Karen's arm tighter around Andrew's. Andrew's fist gripped tightly in his pocket, his other clasped onto Lana's. He raised a brow at them, unshaken by the slight ramble.

"What 'master' do you fear?" Lana asked, her tone shaken. Not from the cold but from fear. Perhaps now they realize what he said made sense, if that is the case, they could consider themselves a bit wiser.

"Being alone." He replied immediately, not making the eye contact with the girl (ghoul) because the snow crunching beneath his boot was more interesting to look at.

"Abandonment issues, I'm guessing?" Andrew tossed, apparently back into the current realm of awareness that is the four of them.

"Something like that."

"Okay!" Karen spoke up, throwing her arms up in the air, marching forward between them. "Lets get something to eat. Lets get out of this cold and get something warm and I know just the place!"

That was how they ended up at a place called Beauty & Essex. Uru stared at it because it did not look like a place to eat. No, it looked like a pawn shop. That was because it was a pawn shop. There was no menu, there was no line of people outside the door to get inside. However, he could hear silverware on ceramic, he could ear laughter, he could ear the twang of glass flutes, but where? All he could see was a pawn shop and a hipster looking human at the register that Karen was talking to. She turned and smiled before leading them to the back of the shop where it opened up to a bustling night time dine. He was held aghast by the deception, the beauty of the place. He found himself wandering behind the humans to a table, but his eyes were on everything else; the wonderful lighting, the table, the aroma, the bar that was lit with bottles of spirit. What sort of place was this and why didn't Amityville have a secret diner?

"This is amazing!" Uru shouted.

"I know, right!?" Karen replied with a laugh as she waved over for a waiter.

Dinner was fabulous. He enjoyed it for what it was, expensive, but the atmosphere was great. They made plans for the following night; the couple were busy but encouraged that Lana take the tourist out.

Day 6:

"Why dun you 'ike me?" Lana slurred as she sat at the bar where he was leaning. Uru raised a brow at the girl as she rested her head in folded arms, an empty glass in one hand, her brows furrowed at Cielo's dance floor. The music beat was erratic yet still held some sort of rhythm to it. That was what he was focusing on. He noticed the chaotic movements on the dance floor. He noticed how many people looked at him, the lust in their eyes, the arousal in their scent. He wasn't having any of that. He simply leaned back, arms across his chest as he glared at anyone who tried to come talk to him. "Sourpuss", Lana had called him before getting herself a drink. Now she was sitting next to him asking ridiculous questions.

"Because I have a boil - boyfriend!" he shouted back over the music, looking down at her.

"But whhhhhyyyyyyyyyy~" She whined, pouting at him. He scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"Because I love him. He's good for me, always has been. He is very selfless." He explained, a smile from ear to ear from just mentioning the green-eyed monster. "I could look into his eyes and picture myself in the forest, lost in them for hours if he'd let me. The way he laughs, never lets me get down because he's always nosing into my thoughts. He always tries to spoil me even though I won't let him, but I appreciate that he at least tries to. He's probably home right now, cooking up something to eat, wearing my sweatpants because they're comfy and they look amazing on him. He's probably sleeping on my side of the bed because I'm not there." Uru sighed to himself at the thoughts of the monster, smiling more and more, relaxing just the same. He looked down at the girl who was pouting back at him like a sturgeon. "Not sorry, Lana. I'm all his."

"UGH!" She flailed, her cup knocking over. "WHY ARE ALL YOU HOT GUYS GAY!?"

"Okay, I think that's enough." The guy chuckled, settling her with hands on her shoulders. "You're drunk, I think it's time we get you home."

"Fine..." She replied solemnly as she fixed herself, trying to appear dignified as they walked out of the club, around the line of people outside. She waved her hand and within moments a yellow car came as if summoned. Perhaps Humans held some sort of magic too... The pair got in and she gave the directions. Uru had to keep her awake, poking her face which she apparently found amusing because she smiled at that. They had reached another street like the day before; rows upon rows of buildings that looked exactly the same. He walked her to her door and she turned to him, staring at him. He had stopped at the last step, hands in his pocket with brows neutral. What was she expecting? What was she looking for. Lana gave a put upon face before searching for her keys. She offered a farewell before turning to her door. The keys jangled briefly as it was slotted into the lock and she disappeared inside.

Day 7:

He couldn't wait to get home. His bags were packed, souvenirs tucked away, he was happy about the trip. It was insightful, but probably a vacation spot that he'd only come to... maybe twice in a given school year. He had other prioritizes and reasons to save up his silver seeds. But this was good... At least now he'll have access to the Human World legally. He sat in the apartment, ankles crossed, fingers laced together over his chest, resting on the made bed, looking at the Human television. They had strange taste in shows and movies, but it was mildly entertaining. He was killing time. Sure it was a 'waste of a day', but that's okay. He was okay with that. He could waste days if he had wanted to. Everyone is always running around doing something and many don't stop to take in what is around them. Perhaps he could be more productive with his time...

It takes about five hours of "Maury" before he gets a bit stir crazy, just before "Days of Our Lives" comes on. The TV gets the "Like the sands in an hour glass..." before the door to the apartment closes.

Uru is bundled up in his scarf, beanie, and jacket, walking down the street, watching the people run around Time Square. The traffic of cars, the tourists still taking pictures, taxi drivers yelling at one another. Steam was rising up from the ground from what he could imagine was from an underground city of people. That was a thing, probably. They didn't like the cold so they went underground. He was better off up here. He looked up at the sky, taking in everything; buildings, advertisements, lights, sounds, smells. It was probably a more hectic place if it wasn't snowing. Apparently, a lot of people didn't like the cold. He could strip off his layers, but... he had to be inconspicuous. He had taken pictures of five tourist groups, and asked to taken a selfie with by a few others. He was sure he heard snaps and flashes in his general direction. He breathed deeply. People do that. He was a good looking guy. He was handsome to some. However, only one individual gets to see him as he is and that person is home.

Home, that is where he wanted to be. Soon, the portal will be opened and he will be able to go home.  

[PhiferWolf]

[quote][b]Character's name: [/b] Tyler Burgess
[b]Character's faction[/b]: Apartments
[b]Character's journal link[/b]: [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=24794379]x [/url]
[b]Character's survival stats:[/b]
[b]BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER:[/b] [url=http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?page=3&t=24693319#373894911]x[/url][/quote]

RP

One Month Later - x
Apartments Main ORP - x
____ Picking up a bag - x
____ Item Retrieval - x
____ Umbrella Raid - x
____ Zone 2: Casino CYOA Solo - x
____________ Slots for Life - x
____________ Buying a Life - x - Knife Redemption
____ Zone 3: Hospital Fog - x
____________ The Ringing in My Head - x
____________ Dream an Innocent Dream - x
____________ The Chase - x
____ Zone 4/5: MRTHATSFH (in)Volunteer - x
____________ Unconscious Meatsack - x
____ Zone 6: Rescuer Overtaken - x
____________ Victim Overtaken into Dreams - x
____________ Black Door - x
____________ Gold Door - x
____________ Green Door - x


RP Point Tally - 18  

[PhiferWolf]

A ghoul who appeared as a boil. A ghoul who was alone in a dark world. The feeling of a racing heart. The feeling of fright –fear. Then submission to the unknown, giving into the world by throwing away everything else about herself. The ghoul’s face was so familiar but he cannot remember it. A name etched in his mind but clouded by questions. She lived alone. She lived with a community. She lived in a building that was defended, repaired, and barricaded from the outside. Why, he did not know. She made a difficult choice that had cost her the life. Not hers, but a stranger’s. Did it weigh on her? An escape into the unknown. Voices. Ringing of skelephones. Shadows that moved in the dark. And then there was him. He was there. He held her hand. He yelled at her. He closed his eyes to her a last time only to open them again to see her disappear into nothing. He did not remember much, but he knew that there was something.
He had not a clue where it came from. He had not a clue why he decided to keep the object. All he could recall was waking to a dream, a dream that was all too familiar and yet a stranger. A weight suddenly pressed onto his chest, startling him awake. The cool object slid onto his lap. It was not an object he was a stranger to. It was an object he had very little practice with as he never saw himself using one. However, he did not question the object’s usefulness or its practicalities. Were there rules to having such an object? Amusingly, the question “where did it come from?” was not the first that ran through his mind as he lifted the eight-ish pound object in one hand. For the length, he imagined it heavier. It’s edge sharp and strangely defined. The handle was wrapped in – not bandages as it were not cloth but something adhesive. Tape? A sword made of a metal he was not aware of, no guard for the handle that was wrapped in … tape, and it had a skull adorned where the handle met the blade. At the pummel, a familiar shape …
That was many moons ago.
Uru stood alone in the woods. A cautionary glance around, decided it was clear as he set his bag down and shucked off his jacket. From the duffel, he pulled free a stick – a branch – smoothed and edged. The demon ran a hand along the edge, carved from the cold and formed with a knife, nicked and dented. It was something he had decided was a good enough of a proxy. A branch torn from a tree, frozen over by his flames, layer ontop of layer, and given an approximate shape after all that was done. Hefting it with his right hand, he found that it was much heavier than the original object. However, since that night, he had not been able to conjure it again. He practiced with the proxy in its place.
Why? It was a question he asked himself at times. He was a brawler. He fought with his fists and legs. Kicks and punches were his forte. If those did not work, there were always his fangs and claws. However, he would be remised if he ignored the object that – if one were to believe – fated to be in his possession. Learning how to wield should it manifest again could prove useful in a situation, perhaps to keep it manifested longer. At least, that was drove him to come out every so often to swing the frosted wood sword around. Develop maneuvers and movements, have his body recognize and replicate it. It was another skill he will become proficient in.

Eventually.  

[PhiferWolf]

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[PhiferWolf]

ninja  

[PhiferWolf]

ninja  

[PhiferWolf]

TCG TIME!  

[PhiferWolf]

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[quote="MY HAND"][size=9]
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[quote="MY ATTACKING CARD + DAMAGE DONE"][size=9]
:star: LINK THE CARD USED FOR ATTACKING YOUR OPPONENT.
:star: [b][color=red]Base Attack: [/b][/color] ((Roll 1d 4 to determined attack where 1=atk, 2=def, 3=luck, 4=heals. ))
:star: [b][color=red]Bonus[/b][/color]: ((Applied if your dice roll type matches your card type (ie: 4= heals= your card being heals). Stage 1 is +1 attack bonus, Stage 2 is +2, Stage 3 is +3, Stage 4 is +4. ))
:star: [b][color=red]TOTAL DAMAGE DONE[/b][/color]: (( Damage here))
:star: [b][color=red]CARD HP VALUE:[/b][/color]: ___/ ___ HP
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[quote="My SPECIAL ABILITY EFFECT"][size=9]
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