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Oni was shocked that she had even asked him if he had witch genes running through his veins, merely giving her a quick frown before he shook his head to answer. "No, I'm a vampire. I also inherited some werewolf genes." Oni meowed, unwrapping his bandage around his waist, the healing scars from his fight with Thea bright red in color. Thankfully, they were pretty much healed now, with the exception of the puffy scars. "So you could say that the only magic that runs through my veins is Aloysius himself." He added promptly, his gaze distant and distasteful. He didn't want to talk much about the stubborn wolf, especially with how blood-thirsty he could be. He couldn't even control him when he shifted.
It was an odd feeling, finding family members he'd never met before. It seemed the Mikaelson family was rather large, an abundant amount of members lounging around the clans. Some he had never greeted, and some he didn't want to. Bastille was only tolerable because he was his older brother, however adopted. It didn't matter, though. He was family, and Onision had always kept to his 'protect all family members' mindset. He felt it was only right to welcome Feyre into the family. After all, she had Mikaelson blood running through her veins.
She sleeps under a tree? God, that must be uncomfortable. Well, he wasn't one to speak either. He had slept outside for a while after his mothers had died, too afraid to face the fading scent of Margaery and Suiteheart's presence. The smell of the two were nearly gone now, leaving only the earthy, burnt-ash smell of Oni's presence in the house. His fur smelt of dark chocolate faintly, but one had to get close to tell the difference between the smell of the house, and Oni's own scent.
"You're free to come in here anytime. It's not like.. I have any company over anyways." Onision meowed, examining his claws dramatically. He didn't want to make it seem like he wanted her to stay. If he got too close, she'd die eventually. He had to maintain that distance. He had to get stronger, strong enough to protect Feyre and Bastille and his littermates- if he ever saw them again.
However, it was nice to have more relatives around, he supposed. It was going to get noisier, but he'd have to live with it. "The spirits led you here? Explain more about that." Oni asked curiously, settling down on his blankets finally. He loved to hear about magic, fairy tales, anything, really. He didn't like ghosts, but some spirits weren't too bad.
Oni was shocked that she had even asked him if he had witch genes running through his veins, merely giving her a quick frown before he shook his head to answer. "No, I'm a vampire. I also inherited some werewolf genes." Oni meowed, unwrapping his bandage around his waist, the healing scars from his fight with Thea bright red in color. Thankfully, they were pretty much healed now, with the exception of the puffy scars. "So you could say that the only magic that runs through my veins is Aloysius himself." He added promptly, his gaze distant and distasteful. He didn't want to talk much about the stubborn wolf, especially with how blood-thirsty he could be. He couldn't even control him when he shifted.
It was an odd feeling, finding family members he'd never met before. It seemed the Mikaelson family was rather large, an abundant amount of members lounging around the clans. Some he had never greeted, and some he didn't want to. Bastille was only tolerable because he was his older brother, however adopted. It didn't matter, though. He was family, and Onision had always kept to his 'protect all family members' mindset. He felt it was only right to welcome Feyre into the family. After all, she had Mikaelson blood running through her veins.
She sleeps under a tree? God, that must be uncomfortable. Well, he wasn't one to speak either. He had slept outside for a while after his mothers had died, too afraid to face the fading scent of Margaery and Suiteheart's presence. The smell of the two were nearly gone now, leaving only the earthy, burnt-ash smell of Oni's presence in the house. His fur smelt of dark chocolate faintly, but one had to get close to tell the difference between the smell of the house, and Oni's own scent.
"You're free to come in here anytime. It's not like.. I have any company over anyways." Onision meowed, examining his claws dramatically. He didn't want to make it seem like he wanted her to stay. If he got too close, she'd die eventually. He had to maintain that distance. He had to get stronger, strong enough to protect Feyre and Bastille and his littermates- if he ever saw them again.
However, it was nice to have more relatives around, he supposed. It was going to get noisier, but he'd have to live with it. "The spirits led you here? Explain more about that." Oni asked curiously, settling down on his blankets finally. He loved to hear about magic, fairy tales, anything, really. He didn't like ghosts, but some spirits weren't too bad.
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ONISION MIKAELSON-FOLIE
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