ALWAYS THE WRONG MOVE - open

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ASCENDANTS
- FIREBALL
6 MONTHS OLD

PHYSICALLY varies
EMOTIONALLY hard
MENTALLY easy

DEMIHOMOSEXUAL
HOMOROMANTIC

TSUNDERE ASSHOLE
SHORT-TEMPERED
VAMPIRISM
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♦ -
Onision wasn't one for watching others bleed. Blood made him crazy, made his head spin in ways that it shouldn't. Blood was dangerous for him to be around, mainly because of him being a vampire. He could control himself, but he still held that hesitance about him as he walked into the scene, nose crinkling up as his pupils narrowed into deadly slits. He made no move to move too close to Carolina, merely keeping his distance from her with his eyes on Alexander. Stay calm, stay calm.

"There's a damn food source for both of us right there. Why are you not taking the chance?" That nearly familiar voice rang out in his head, husky and rough in tone. Oni flinched at the voice, outwardly feeling his ears push against his cranium.
She isn't food. She's a clanmate. Oni shot back to Asy, rolling his single blue iris before he watched everything go down.

[align=center]YOU'RE HARD TO HUG

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

© ceilidh