Bearer of Death

Hell is empty and all the demons are here.

[hxllish-hound]

changingcastor·:

      Sitting on a bookshelf, feet away from the other, his smirk stayed put. “Well, then I suppose I’ll just have to stay right here. Sound good?” Castor asked, folding his right leg over his left, letting his ankle lay on top of his knee. “What are you doing anyway?”

 Kalama peered up at the peculiar perched boy incredulously. “No, that sounds awful!” She snapped, her voice colored by irritation and disbelief. She could feel herself growing angry and a fiery heat began to flicker in her chest. “I’m readng, something I’m sure you’ve never heard of, it’s an assaignment and I really need to finish.” The dark haired girl spoke slowly, hoping the nuisance would take the hint and leave. 

[dailywomen]

“If my performance touches someone or helps someone understand themselves a little better or gives them a laugh, I feel like I gave them something.”

[hxllish-hound]

sirenitaadelmar·:

“–Excuse–oh! Sorry!” She tried to get someone’s attention but everyone just breezed by her. “Miss! okay…I don’t exist.” She muttered under her breath and sighed. “Just want to know where Lycan Hall is!” As if anyone would actually stop to help. Maybe going on land was a big mistake.

  Kalama had been watching the distressed girl search for help with a bemused smirk on her face for a while now, but her desperation was starting to annoy the hellhound. Against her better judgement and in an act very much out of character, Kalama approached the disheartened stranger. “It’s down that way, third building on the left.” She stated, pointing behind the girl. 

[hxllish-hound]

thatmalachidude·:

“No. No. No!” Mal looked through his backpack, but there was no sign of it anywhere. His fingers were grabbing fistfuls of his own hair as his face turned to one of distress. “It has to be here.” Mal grabbed the bag at the bottom and flipped it on end, the contents dumping all over the table, and some onto the floor due to his carelessness. “Heh, sorry.” He blushed slightly when he noticed some things encroaching on the space of the other being that was sat near him.

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  Kalama regarded the clumsy boy as he scrambled to find some, apparently, very important object in his bag. She reached out and brought her belondings closer to her, to avoid mixing with his. “It’s fine.” She stated, content to go back to her business, but the sounds of the boy’s distress disturbed her peace too much. “Are you, alright?” She asked begrudgingly, hoping she could end his racket soon. 

[hxllish-hound]

changingcastor·:

     “Just hovering.” Castor mused, a smirk tugging at the edge of his lips. Annoying the students around him was his forte - one of the male’s favorite pastimes. “Why?” He questioned. “Am I bothering you?” Running a hand through untamed curls, the wizard’s smirk was unwavering with no sign of backing down anytime soon.

  “Yes.” The edges of the girl’s mouth twitched, annoyed. “You are bothering me, that’s why I commented on your actions.” The dark haired boy reeked of arrogance, and Kalama shifted her body away from him as she stared apprehensively. 

[hxllish-hound]

caspianofthesea·:

     The sudden and aggressive tone caused the merman to jump slightly, turning his walk into a slow waddle as he moved past the stranger. The concept of height was new to the male and he was still getting used to his tall stature. Balancing seemed to be much harder than it was for his smaller peers, but then again they had all probably grown up with legs.  “I didn’t mean to bother you,” Caspian stated, just loud enough for her to hear. 

  Kalama’s brow arched as the towering boy grew unsteady. Her biting question appeared to throw him off balance, almost to the point where she felt a little guilty. “You know, invasion of personal space is typically considered bothersome.” The girl murmered. “Plus, you were blocking out the light.”  

[hxllish-hound]

soledadloba·:

Soledad napped her fingers and motioned towards the seat farthest away from the girl. The boy that had been standing over her groaned and went to take a seat. She grinned, leaning back in her chair and flashed a wink at the girl. “How long was he standing there for? Jesus.”

Kalama’s gaze shifted to the unfamilar face smiling at her. “Much longer than can be deemed normal.” She huffed, annoyed with the unwelome attention. The hellhound was wary of kindess from strangers, but the girl seemed harmless enough. “Thank you, for that.” She said slowly, nodding her head in the direction of the dejected boy. 

[hxllish-hound]

 “Do you have a purpose, or are you just going to hover?” Kalama sharply questioned the figure standing over her. The dark haired girl had been rather focused on the reading for one of her new classes and did not appreciated being interrupted, which explained her acrid tone.