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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 27, 2012 20:03:00 GMT -5
He only shrugged again. "I kind of demon.." He admitted. "I could show you somewhere alone..I won't hurt you though.. Dylan says I'll always hurt people..." He rubbed at his eyes, eyeliner having already been washed away with his tears.
He stood up, gazing down at her with curious baby blue eyes. "Maybe you can help me show Zander.." He whispered softly.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 27, 2012 20:27:55 GMT -5
Despite Trix yelling in her head for her to stop, to say no, Arice nodded and took his hand. "Let's find an empty room." She couldn't say why, but she believed him when he said he wouldn't hurt her. And Dylan was wrong. He hadn't hurt Zander, he wasn't evil or bad. Finally finding a room she pulled Devon in, looking both ways before closing the door. His baby blue eyes made her heart melt and she nodded. "Of course I'll help."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 27, 2012 21:58:46 GMT -5
Devon bit his lip. "Don't be afraid..." He begged, whimpering as the ratty and rugged, leathery wings tore through his back. The cuts on one from a knife were still there, and it hurt horribly from being held within for so long. Teeth sharpened to the length of a dogs, claws lengthening again.
Eyes grew a bit bloodshot, though he didn't allow every aspect of the Aswang completely unleash. He didn't need to, to get his point across. He bit his lip with one of his elongated canines, staring at the floor guiltily.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 27, 2012 22:09:41 GMT -5
She could hold back the gasp as he changed. It was a natural reaction. When the shift stopped she stepped forward, as if in a daze. She had never met anyone with wings before, but his didn't look like they had been taken care of. She reached out to one, sliding a finger over the thin, leathery membrane.
Arice saw him biting at his lip and smiled. "It's okay. I'm not scared." She decided to share her secret with him. "I'm not human either. Wanna see?" Her eyes were becoming yellow, the pupil elongating to a cat's eye
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 27, 2012 22:26:24 GMT -5
Devon watched her, wings a decent span. If he didn't keep the errect, the bottom tips dragged on the floor. The two hooked claws, one on each, matched the shape of his claws.
He smiled faintly. "I know, that's why I told you." He tilted his head as he eyes changed. "Cat," He huffed, nodding, licking at his dry lips, playing with a lip ring.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 27, 2012 22:47:22 GMT -5
She nodded with a smile. The smile was feral, full of sharp fangs. A groan slipped through them as she pulled on her pelt, bones breaking and reforming, tail pushing through the sway behind her. She fell to all fours as her hands and feet changed to paws. Once the change was done she sat down, her tail curled around her paws. Unfortunately, she couldn't speak in this form, but her eyes were expressive, and the expression seemed to be pleased. She was still in control, but Trix was nipping at her heels, pushing her out of the way.
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 27, 2012 22:56:51 GMT -5
Devon smiled faintly, yawning, his own long, sharp teeth in view as he stretched a bit. He watched her again, looking around the empty room curiously.
He gkanced back at her with his baby blue eyes.
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 28, 2012 0:03:40 GMT -5
Arice changed back quickly, Trix snapping at her as she went. She pulled her knees up to her chest, gasping for air. Her eyes were wide with fear as they became hazel-green again, shuddering as she looked up into Devon's baby blues. Showing off like that won't get you anywhere. One day you won't come back. Arice blinked back tears as she stood shakily, brushing off the back of her jeans. "Sorry about that." She didn't look at Devon in the face, instead inspected his wings, noticing the fresh wound. "You should get that cleaned up before it gets infected."
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Post by devon splyce parker on Feb 28, 2012 0:54:06 GMT -5
Devon followed her gaze, stretching the wing out curiously. "I didn't have time...they hurt to put back but there were too human humans, and Zander didn't like them I don't think." He tucked it close, whimpering at the pain. "Just a knife cut...I'm used to knives..."
Again he touched the angry red, scabbed word on his stomach. "He tells me what to write and watches me do it..."
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Post by alarice misaki crave on Feb 28, 2012 1:58:33 GMT -5
Arice shook her head with a sigh. This kid was so innocent, and trusting. What his brother did to him was so wrong. She picked up a bottle of peroxide of the counter and some cotton balls. "Let me help." She had done this often when her sister came home, covered in scratches. After their parents ad died her sister had gone out almost every night, looking to fight. When she came home the next morning Arice would tend to her wounds without a word, no questions asked. If it helped her sister cope, then who was she to remark on it. "This may sting." She said the words without thinking, only afterwards realizing that Devon had been hurt much worse than the little sting of peroxide.
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