08-30-2018, 10:00 PM
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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.
Onision felt like he had no more tears left to cry, as if he had cried all of the water out of his small body in such a short span of time. Perhaps it was time to stop mourning in secret, especially since he didn't mourn in public anymore. The recording which Bastille had found left behind by Suite was the only thing Onision had left of his mothers besides the large amount of pictures that were left out of his family. A family of vampires, Oni was from a long bloodline of vampires. Both of his mothers were vampires, and Oni had been the one to inherit the god forsaken werewolf genetics as well. Margaery had supposedly crushed the werewolf genetics, but it obviously failed. Oni was still stuck with a second form, one that had a name now.
Oni had been curled up in his bed, blankets thrown to and fro all around him as he had always done when he was stressed out. When he was stressed, he could never keep anything neat. His house was a mess, he hadn't gotten the motivation to clean it. His family was almost completely gone. He hadn't seen any of his littermates around. Bastille was the only one he had left. He had to protect him.
Maybe it was the awful pain in his head, but he had decided to keep the door open to let some air into the house. It's not like people didn't come to his house a lot anyways, especially when all of the pictures were set out there.
Onision had been listening to his mothers voice on the recording tape on repeat, Suiteheart's soft singing of the lullaby which had sent him into deep slumbers easily as a young child- younger than he was now, at least- slowly calming the leaking tears that had dripped out of Oni's single blue eye. His bandage had been taken off of his scarred right eye, the empty socket closed as to not scare anyone, leaving only the freshly healed scar of three claw marks over his eyelid.
With a soft sigh, Oni listened to his mothers voice, waiting for sleep to claim him finally.
[member=2131]Feyre[/member]
[/td][/tr][/table]Oni had been curled up in his bed, blankets thrown to and fro all around him as he had always done when he was stressed out. When he was stressed, he could never keep anything neat. His house was a mess, he hadn't gotten the motivation to clean it. His family was almost completely gone. He hadn't seen any of his littermates around. Bastille was the only one he had left. He had to protect him.
Maybe it was the awful pain in his head, but he had decided to keep the door open to let some air into the house. It's not like people didn't come to his house a lot anyways, especially when all of the pictures were set out there.
Onision had been listening to his mothers voice on the recording tape on repeat, Suiteheart's soft singing of the lullaby which had sent him into deep slumbers easily as a young child- younger than he was now, at least- slowly calming the leaking tears that had dripped out of Oni's single blue eye. His bandage had been taken off of his scarred right eye, the empty socket closed as to not scare anyone, leaving only the freshly healed scar of three claw marks over his eyelid.
With a soft sigh, Oni listened to his mothers voice, waiting for sleep to claim him finally.
[member=2131]Feyre[/member]
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