THE COURAGE OF STARS // o, injured joiner

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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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"If someone died, I'm gonna be fuckin' pissed. We've had enough blood everywhere for a week.." Onision's rough voice rang out as he walked over, eyes narrowing at the sight of the feline's eyes on the starpool, blood leaking from her body. She was beautiful, a certain beauty that Oni couldn't quite understand. She was unique, like her pelt held the stars inside of it. It was magnificent.

Onision's mouth shut closed as he walked forward, offering a paw to the female silently. While he didn't say anything else, he gave Romanempire a desperate look that said help me out here, man. He didn't know what else to do with her. He didn't have any experience with medicine, he was useless with that. Should he carry her? Should he finish her off? He didn't know.

[align=center]YOU'RE HARD TO HUG

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

© ceilidh