08-09-2018, 02:10 AM
[div style="width: 45%; margin: auto; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify"]Oh, Jikai was arriving in town at just the right time. With the moon hanging in the sky overhead, the creatures of the night crept out of their hiding places and looked for fun. Alex was one such creature, casually walking down the streets of the awakening town, a hand wrapped around a blood soda. They encountered a lot of things on their nightly walks around San Creado, but a man passed out on the sidewalk was not one of them. They raise a brow at the sight, the tangy scent of Jikai's blood filling their nose. Well, it seemed this stranger had been in a bit of a pickle before arriving here.
Humming, Alexander comes to crouch next to the witchling, setting their blood soda down beside his head. They reach out and poke the side of his face, dragging their finger through the thin stream of blood trickling down the side of his face. They bring it to their mouth, sticking their tongue out for a quick taste. "Hm. Tasty." They snicker, flicking the rest of the blood off their fingers before they get to work waking Jikai up. They straighten up, choosing to shake the man's shoulder with their foot. "Hey, get up. The werewolves don't like people passing out in their territory." This is a complete lie. Alex doesn't know that much about werewolf territories and what they liked in it, they just knew there seemed to be a lot of weird skirmishes about it. They liked to sit on the sidelines and watch sometimes - it was like watching a bunch of puppies wrestle.
With no indication that Jikai is waking up, they crouch down again, shaking his shoulder harder this time. "Okay, for real wake up this time. I'm bored. I will leave you here to wake up to someone worse, like Marko or Rialto."
Humming, Alexander comes to crouch next to the witchling, setting their blood soda down beside his head. They reach out and poke the side of his face, dragging their finger through the thin stream of blood trickling down the side of his face. They bring it to their mouth, sticking their tongue out for a quick taste. "Hm. Tasty." They snicker, flicking the rest of the blood off their fingers before they get to work waking Jikai up. They straighten up, choosing to shake the man's shoulder with their foot. "Hey, get up. The werewolves don't like people passing out in their territory." This is a complete lie. Alex doesn't know that much about werewolf territories and what they liked in it, they just knew there seemed to be a lot of weird skirmishes about it. They liked to sit on the sidelines and watch sometimes - it was like watching a bunch of puppies wrestle.
With no indication that Jikai is waking up, they crouch down again, shaking his shoulder harder this time. "Okay, for real wake up this time. I'm bored. I will leave you here to wake up to someone worse, like Marko or Rialto."
LOVIN' WHAT I'M TASTIN',
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!
VENOM ON MY TONGUE.
☾∗ˈ‧₊° ─[COLOR=WHITE] SIPPIN' ON STRAIGHT CHLORINE!