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Subject: . stained with the bloody past .


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farrow
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Date Posted: 08:06:43 05/08/04 Sat
In reply to: Ivy 's message, "... But Home Is Nowhere" on 06:39:14 05/08/04 Sat


The offered hand remained outreached the the mortal female, pale chasms gazing right into hers, attempting to burrow in towards her soul. Though within moments, with smooth and almost what seemed to be rehearsed movements, the hand withdrew, returning to the being's side. But fluid movements soon ensued, one wing extending briskly extending outwards. The sounds of feathers rustling quietly could be heard, but hardly over a coming wind of frigid cold that came through. The mind of the creature was set, soulless body prepared for what the demon inside it wanted.

Steps were taken closer to her, closing the small gap that seemed to keep this action from happening. And as he closed in, his extended wing was brought around the side and to the back of her, almost as a barrier to keep her from running. And with the closeness, phalanges of the beast were brought up to his own features, digits removing the mask that covered most of his face, revealing his placid expression.

It could have been right after that, but for now, he allowed this one mortal a moment to think, something that he never did.


Called

Farrow Restruk

Aged

260,870 years

Gendered

Male

Cursed

A mixture of an angel and vampire, an oxymoronic being. Because of this, I am only able to dwell within the light for a couple hours at a time, then I must return to the darkness of my father. Though my abilities well extend from a spiritual drain, to healing.





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