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The Prince took Anya's hand gingerly, almost like he feared he would break it in his grasp. He bent down, lightly placing a kiss on the back of his hand. His lips lingered a hair, but afterwards he immediately released her and stood back up, a slight smile on his lips. "The pleasure is all mine...

Damion felt his body stiffen, muscles tensing until merely standing made his body so tight that his bones ached. He had to force himself to keep breathing, to keep functioning. Of course, his mother took the lead, smiling brightly and stepping slightly forward, making sure that Fenris was behind...

Prince Damion paced the throne room, heavy leather boots creating a rhythmic thumping on the wooden floor. His clothes were crisp, the black fabric darker than even his midnight hair and the red and silver accents practically glowing against it. His dark blue eyed were practically swirling with...

Danny forced his body to relax, trying not to think of everything leading up to this. Sure, he would answer the questions-he didn't want to risk being sent out to fend for himself-but he didn't want to have an anxiety attack. He focused on the stupid goose they had him mock, mocking it's calm...

Danny's mind raced, registering the words of the strange man. His mind was almost used to being trapped in new places, but what he had been told stunned him. This man...this man wasn't a part of the Mockingbird Project? The teen could have cried with joy. He didn't care what this man was going...

Loud screaming filled the room, echoing off of the cement walls and making Danny's ears ache like he had been scratching them raw again. His wings were pressed down against his back and his eyes watched everything through the darkness. He was suddenly glad he had been forced to mock a cat. He...

The taller boy's mind was filled with something akin to static or mist. Thick thoughts slowly whirled around in his mind, making it difficult to function. It was difficult for him to even register what had happened, but he put on a warm smile anyway, ignoring the slight embarrassed tint his...

Daniel Crowe stepped out of his Statistics class, his mind spinning as the numbers tried to straighten themselves out. He hated math, so why had he signed up for one of the most difficult math courses? He didn't even want to work in a field involving math. He wanted to study theater and...

Danny sat in the darkness, shaking. This was insane. This was completely and utterly insane. There was no way this was happening. He was trapped, alone in a cell. He couldn't even remember how he had gotten there. But, it's a bit hard to remember things when you're trying not to have a mental...

(This is private for @razorstar and @KoopaTroopa ) I'll have my character up in a minute.

Directly After That Danny held his cat and a kitchen knife in his hand, stalking around his house as he closed and locked every window and pulled down the blinds. He had no idea what was going on, but when he called 911, no one even answered. The woman was still there, except there were...

Some Ungodly Hour Of The Morning The soft ticking of the cliche cat clock in the kitchen was the only sound in the small rambler, and it could be heard in all five rooms. That ticking had lulled Danny to sleep more times than he could count, but it was only just starting to work its magic...

Daniel sat on the couch, his legs tucked under him as he glared at the crossword puzzle in his hand. The room around him was dark, lit only by a few vanilla scented candles scattered around him that made just enough light for him to see the words on the page, but not bright enough to hurt his...

This is private for me and @StupidCupid So Yeah I'm fine with either starting right now and making character sheets later, or starting out with the sheets c:

I'll be the student c: Should we have a plot, or just jump right in?

This thread is private for me and @cookierulz127

I forced myself to try to look fierce and strong, although it was hard with an arrow pointed at you. But, I'd had scarier weapons pointed at me. A shockingly large amount of people had been able to find or make flamethrowers, and so many people had gotten their hands on automatic weapons. But...

I slipped through the abandoned ruins around me, my sickle held tightly in my hand. I usually let it hang from one of my belt loops so I could have my hands available, but this was a new city. And new cities, in my own experience, usually ended with me getting mobbed by the undead, and it was...

I felt like, out of the many pictures of guys I have collected due to being an rper, he fitted the rp the best (plus, he is totally gorgeous) She's perfect~ Shall I start?

@Miss Mack