DO YOU FEEL THE HUNGER? // RETURN

[ONISION.]

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ASCENDANTS
- FIREBALL
7 MONTHS OLD

PHYSICALLY varies
EMOTIONALLY hard
MENTALLY easy

DEMIHOMOSEXUAL
HOMOROMANTIC

TSUNDERE ASSHOLE
SHORT-TEMPERED
WERE-VAMPIRISM
TAGS

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♦ -
What the fuck was a red carpet? Onision didn't like assholes who thought they were all that and a bag of chips, and by the way he walked over at the announced presence of Gabriel, it was obvious that he didn't like him from the start.

You see, Onision didn't like a lot of people. He didn't get along well with people, either. His attitude usually got him to the top of the shit list, and Bast had already scolded him multiple times for it.

"What the fuck is a red carpet? Who are you?" Oni snapped impatiently, ears lying flat against his head as he stared towards the male with a single cold blue eye, the hue narrowed in suspicion, but he soon dropped his attitude, dipping his head forcefully in a begrudged greeting.

"Ugh.. My name is Onision Mikaelson-Folie, a Fireball of the Ascendants. Name and Business?" He corrected himself, ear twitching in annoyance.

[align=center]YOU'RE HARD TO HUG

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ONISION MIKAELSON-FOLIE
tough to talk to, and i never fall asleep!

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