03-26-2018, 06:34 PM
"Don't be such a chicken!" She huffed and rolled her eyes. "Dad, stop talking. You're not helping." At first, she thought wearing the necklace her father currently possessed was a grand idea. Now, she was tempted to pawn it. Nosferatu was her father, Anders her... Other father. The old bat had finally given up his physical form, locking himself inside the silver cross necklace he always wore. Now, Marceline wore it.
She was truly was her father's daughter. The dire wold had Nosferatu's trademark emerald eyes and his small, lanky stature. From Anders' side of the fence, she looked of him in color. A beautiful strawberry blonde coat with white socks, a white bottom jaw, and a white chest. She was a perfect combination of both their personalities. "Just sit your ass down and stop twitching. It's annoying." Marceline growled. The trick was getting her father to shut up. He never did. For the most part, only she could hear him. Lately, though, Nos made himself audible to everyone. Whenever she walked by a rather attractive male, her father would always make a comment. She could not count how many times he embarrassed her for his own shits and giggles. The blonde wolf took a seat at the border's edge, her body slightly hunched. Anxiety did her dirty. "Sit up. You're a queen after all." "I'm not a queen. Now, shut up!" And Shut up he did.
She was truly was her father's daughter. The dire wold had Nosferatu's trademark emerald eyes and his small, lanky stature. From Anders' side of the fence, she looked of him in color. A beautiful strawberry blonde coat with white socks, a white bottom jaw, and a white chest. She was a perfect combination of both their personalities. "Just sit your ass down and stop twitching. It's annoying." Marceline growled. The trick was getting her father to shut up. He never did. For the most part, only she could hear him. Lately, though, Nos made himself audible to everyone. Whenever she walked by a rather attractive male, her father would always make a comment. She could not count how many times he embarrassed her for his own shits and giggles. The blonde wolf took a seat at the border's edge, her body slightly hunched. Anxiety did her dirty. "Sit up. You're a queen after all." "I'm not a queen. Now, shut up!" And Shut up he did.