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COME OUT OF HIDING YOU WHORE | @gumihc 

          In the same stern and serious tone he uses to scold Blueberry. ‘  STOP THAT.  ’

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        The dark mark had been burned into his forearm when he was only a teen but he had worn it proudly, like a badge of honor just like he had worn his prefects badge. Had used both to terrorise his fellow students all up until he surprisingly graduated. Whenever the Dark Lord needed his deatheaters, Kobal was always one of the first to apparate and appear in front of the feared lord of darkness but this night was a joyous night. A woman was joining the ranks. A new deatheater would be getting their beloved mark and Kobal was excited.

        It was a great honor to be marked, the dark lord himself was the only one to give it to you so as Kobal and his fellow deatheaters stood in a tight circle around them, green flames lit up around them all. It was hard to see in the ever flickering light but even harder with his mask on, although as the woman came more into sight and her face was lit up by the flames around them, he audibly inhaled which was effectively muffled by the mask. He recognised her.

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                 ❝what do you know about the stars?❞ he wondered, book he was supposed to read long forgotten and his gaze turned to the person he always went to when he needed someone to talk to -- that would not JUDGE him. His fingers wandered over the paper of the book and a hum left his lips while his head was tilted to the side slightly. ❝Jimong always talks a lot about the stars... that you can wish upon them and then all your wishes come true❞ gaze wandered to her. ❝what do you think?❞

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His face was painted in half shadows and half light. Facing a window, he was, like some big-shot, cool-headed gang boss. You can rule this. How useless a thought. His facial features tightened, and loosened, and on and off again.              The weather was strange today. It was murky, dark, and rain fell at inconsistent intervals. The sun tried desperately to peek through --- to break through.              He turned at the feeling of a familiarity.              So many times she'd show up.              So many times she'd disappear.              It was hard to miss someone as inconsistent as the rain.

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「 STARTER. | @gumihc 」

       ' I don’t know if anything still lives down here, but I bet it won’t be happy to see either of us. ’ So much for this place being a ‘ vacation ’ spot. Besides-- what was so appealing about spending all winter in a cabin...? Guess everyone had their tastes. Who was he to judge? And this young woman besides him-- he didn’t know her at all. But somehow the both of them were the only ones able to distinguish the strange sounds coming from this abandon cabin’s basement. His left arm outreached, blocking the entryway to that basement as he looked to the woman. ‘ And whatever it is-- that wasn’t a human sound and didn’t sound like an animal either. How were you able to hear it and no one else...? You know, I can handle this myself. You can keep watch. ‘

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               over the years, minhee's gotten good at sensing other supernatural creatures. but now she's figured out succubi rank pretty low on the supernatural hierarchy, little more than parasites feeding off human life, meeting others makes her nervous. she's always had the benefit of being the oldest thing in the room when she's surrounded by humans, but her one edge is so easily snuffed out by bigger and badder monsters. ❝ never seen one of you before, ❞ she says from her relative safety behind the bar. ❝ you after a drink, or something else? ❞

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muse(s): Soonrok

He’s been starving himself for good over a week. Of course if he had any choice he wouldn’t have done it but his parents decided to drop by and Soonrok was stuck pretending to be their good little kid, so coming back home late with a brand new bloody pattern over his shirt was out of question. As a result, his senses were enhanced to the point where he could easily tell who got a papercut a day ago. And it smelled so good. Thus, when the smell of fresh blood being spilled hit his nostrils, he naturally followed it to its source. It didn’t matter if he’d blow his cover up. Anything, he would do anything to take a bite of fresh flesh...

He’s in a trance -- his feet moved on his own, his senses lead him farther away from the main road and into the dangerous neighbourhood in search of food source -- whether it’d be a thug or a lost child playing on the street...

Instead, he found a corpse -- clearly half devoured by some carnivorous beast. It doesn’t matter. Seconds later he’s on his knees, Teeth tearing the remaining flesh away from bones. It’s not nearly enough to satiate his appetite but it would have to do.

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⇴ May our story begin: @gumihc​

He had travelled the world ever since he fell to this ground but he had not found anything related to magic. He was homesick wanted to go home through his own world. He wanted his magic returned so he could fly once again in the sky, so the wind would sing to him. He had travelled around hoping for anwer but had returned to the place where the wyrdkey had dropped him of. Seoul. Wandering the busy streets his hands in his pockets as his warm breath made small clouds in the cold air. He was walking home to the shabby attic he now spend his days but there was a scent in the air that caught his attention. A scent that made him stop and turn on his heels to follow it. 

It was an ancient smell. Old like him maybe even older, different from those humans. It was strange enough that he followed it. Blindly walking to through the streets until he stood before a building "Gisaeng House" He stared at the title for a long time before looking inside. Inclined to follow that scent that vulpine scent further. In this world where everything was the same she seemed to be different. She could be a way home. and that was the thought that was enough of a push to make him open the door and step inside.