#shackledbeasts

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                              “ are you a vampire ? ”   the question comes ALMOST SHAMELESSLY as the young man balances on the thin edge of his skateboard . a small chuckle follows after , regardless of the expression on the albino’s countenance , and ruby eyes flicker upwards only briefly to see if he’s annoyed . kaede offers a helpless shrug , as if in APOLOGY , but his attention’s already returned to his balancing act . still , he tries to explain himself , despite the distraction ,   “ i only see you after dark , you know . and pretty much everyone seems to drool when they see you . well , everyone but me , i guess . ”

                                      ( @shackledbeasts ;; starter call , accepting )

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∘ — a starter for @shackledbeasts​ / / shinjou

              ❛ Do you have a problem with a girl covered in blood ? ❜ Isa mused , lips pulling back to flash a smile. She was sure she looked like a mess ; smearing blood over her pale arms.

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    What the literal fuck, a tattoo store in the midst of an apocalyptic city?? He must have been hallucinating, hence a pause and quizzical glance at the edifice. Hidden well, door betwixt rubble and stationed dumpsters, demons weren’t particularly keen on venturing this deep.  Visiting such a place could be questionable, even a ploy by conniving fiends who made an attempt at luring the desperate and weak-willed.  Encroaching the oak door, keen eyes ventured about its surface for anything peculiar, but only a sign ‘ OPEN ‘ graced its flat surface.

    Open palm pressed, forcing hinges to squeal as an opening gave way.  Alas, our heroic brute ventured into a veil of darkness, drowning into the unknown as curiosity pinched its limit.  There was no necessity for greetings or ghost calling, he’d much prefer to have his predatorily gaze see what awaited further ahead ---- at the end of this little hallway.

@shackledbeasts .

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|| @shackledbeasts wanted: 

He just had to wander into a big city, didn’t he? He could have stayed in the woods, be safe and chase prey he could later call his dinner, but since he had to get involved with humans from time to time so he wouldn’t lose his own human self, he came here... still in his wolf form. It just made him feel safer, he supposed. And people tended to be nicer towards animals than humans, he noticed. Odd, these god’s creations were. 

Could he find some food anywhere? One he didn’t have to pay for since he didn’t have food? Various smells entered his nose, Adnan trying to find the ones he needed when he picked up a certain scent that didn’t belong to a human... he vaguely recognized its origins, and followed it until he stood a few paces away from a man. What was he? 

Should he be cautious? Or should he follow him a bit around? See if he would approach him on his own? But the smell of the food he carried.. it was so tempting, so Adnan took a step forward, then another, perking his ears, hoping to get the man’s attention. 

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          “ aurel , i love you very much , but i draw the line at your hell hound sharing the bed with us ! ”   the angel picks up the puppy from their temporary bed and gently puts it on the floor . when aurel expressed a DESIRE to be more INDEPENDENT , a dog seemed like a good idea . . .   he’s still wondering where the gorgon found a hell hound , of all dogs , though . regardless , he continues , knowing it’ll make his beloved squirm with discomfort ,   “ how do you think we’ll all fit when you have your tail ? or , what , are you gonna give up sex ? ”

                                         ( @shackledbeasts : starter call , accepting ! )

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     STARTER // @shackledbeasts. /

                                        she stands at the top of the stairs leading to the to the second level , with her back to the stairs and her eyes towards her bullies .   there’s NO FEAR in her expression as she stares at the ones threatening to push her down for no other reason than her red eyes .   she feels a MILD ACHE OF SHAME at not defending herself .   both of her fathers encourage her to stand up for herself ---   but she can’t , when one of their suggestions is VIOLENCE , and the other is REASON .

                                        if she fights , she’ll be expelled .   and if she wants to reason , she’ll have to use her voice .

                                        ruby eyes fall to the ground in RESIGNATION .   despite never hurting anyone so her blood remains the color of snow , she’s still an angel , and still scary to be around .   she’s still a MONSTER , isn’t she ?   chou bows her head in ACCEPTANCE of whatever fate they plan to give her .

                                        but still , she PRAYS , even knowing that her father hates religion so very much ,             ‘ please , don’t take away my ability to dance . ’

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                                                “ YOU KNOW , i’m starting to believe you           have a crush on me . i’m only into GROWN ADULTS , though . . . so too           bad for you , LITTLE BROTHER . ”                                              --- --- ---    { @shackledbeasts ;; starter call ! }

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          @shackledbeasts   |   SPRING continued from discord !!

          the way the demon leans into him is enough encouragement for him to wrap his arms around his waist.   he furthers the intimacy between them by leaning his head down to nuzzle the crook of his neck.   a noise close to a content sigh loses itself in shinjou’s clothes;   it just as quickly turns into something more amused when he feels clawed fingers in his hair, and hears the question.   is he disappointed he can’t steal part of his uniform again?   --- could he be more of a brat?

           “ i hate to disappoint you, but i’m not on duty right now so you won’t be taking any hostages tonight . . . ”   his lips quirk into a smile, and his head tilts up a little, just enough for him to first kiss a tender spot behind the demon’s ear, and then to nibble on his lobe a little suggestively.   the playful mood dulls into something more somber when shinjou loses interest in the conversation.

          ciro pulls away just a little bit.   he doesn’t understand, not really.   he can blame his own mortality on his bewilderment at being told a birthday doesn’t matter anymore.   for the briefest of moments, he considers dropping the entire thing . . .   but that really wouldn’t be characteristic for him.   despite his own hatred for being compared to a dog by the fox, in a lot of ways, he is quite like a dog.   so, instead, ciro murmurs against his ear,   “ humor me.   i have an expiration date, unlike you, and will take any excuse to celebrate something. ”