The food, admittedly, smelled odd to Rene. Likely it was because he hadn't ever had bacon - or scallions, not that he knew what they were. His ears perked at the clink of Wren's fork, and he looked over to her immediately, immediately concerned when she excused herself. He made no such excuse, and after a moment followed after her, food long-forgotten. He didn't like her with that look. She didn't look like Wren.
"Wren?" he asked, knocking awkwardly at the door, and after a moment, opened it. He'd never been one for human manners, anyway. However, he was immediately by Wren's side when he saw her.
"Wren?" He asked, voice thick and nearly u
Wren was waiting for him inside the house, and grasped his paw gently with a squeeze before letting go to face the music.
Waiting next to the stairwell was an older woman with dyed red hair, tons of make up on, and was wearing the current fashion of the fads along with so many jewels on her it appeared that she was drowning in them. She was done up, but there was an air of distaste as well as look as Wren approached her.
"Greetings, my Father's Aunt in Law. " Wren said, mechanically, giving a curtsy.
The woman frowned. "Where have you been, Ugly Brat?" Her shrill voice asked accusingly.
A fake smile came onto Wren's face. "Only to pick up
The country of Genieve held the rare creatures known as Kemonomimis, these were humans with animal ears and tails, and sometimes other animalistic traits. Unfortunately, with the animal like qualities, they became the products of the rich society and entertainment, worse than slaves. Thus, came the black market known as the Midnight Market. This was where the bored, greedy, or in need of a pet rich people could look, and search for a creature to buy.
One such rich family was the Crain family. It was old blood with deep money yet outside of the social loop--aloof yet extremely powerful. Unfortunately, the pure family line has dwindled to a so
Running, Walking, Spinning,
Wandering, Lost, Found,
Blindfolded, wary of my step,
I see, but doubt my path,
I hear, but fear my call,
I speak, but hear empty echoes return to me,
I touch, and am burned,
Wings fold, the Dreamer doubts gravity,
I reach, but recoil in fear of not touching,
I breathe, but fear I'm not alive,
Cold wind blows, I smile.
Star gleams,
I Dream, my toes clinch over the Edge,
My blindfold slips, I see the distance,
Wings spread, have faith in the Wind,
I leap.
I soar. Wind roars, but carries me.
I am flying. Wings flap.
I dream my own way,
Above what others say.
For I am the Wren Blade,
Flying as I c
The food, admittedly, smelled odd to Rene. Likely it was because he hadn't ever had bacon - or scallions, not that he knew what they were. His ears perked at the clink of Wren's fork, and he looked over to her immediately, immediately concerned when she excused herself. He made no such excuse, and after a moment followed after her, food long-forgotten. He didn't like her with that look. She didn't look like Wren.
"Wren?" he asked, knocking awkwardly at the door, and after a moment, opened it. He'd never been one for human manners, anyway. However, he was immediately by Wren's side when he saw her.
"Wren?" He asked, voice thick and nearly u
Wren was waiting for him inside the house, and grasped his paw gently with a squeeze before letting go to face the music.
Waiting next to the stairwell was an older woman with dyed red hair, tons of make up on, and was wearing the current fashion of the fads along with so many jewels on her it appeared that she was drowning in them. She was done up, but there was an air of distaste as well as look as Wren approached her.
"Greetings, my Father's Aunt in Law. " Wren said, mechanically, giving a curtsy.
The woman frowned. "Where have you been, Ugly Brat?" Her shrill voice asked accusingly.
A fake smile came onto Wren's face. "Only to pick up
The country of Genieve held the rare creatures known as Kemonomimis, these were humans with animal ears and tails, and sometimes other animalistic traits. Unfortunately, with the animal like qualities, they became the products of the rich society and entertainment, worse than slaves. Thus, came the black market known as the Midnight Market. This was where the bored, greedy, or in need of a pet rich people could look, and search for a creature to buy.
One such rich family was the Crain family. It was old blood with deep money yet outside of the social loop--aloof yet extremely powerful. Unfortunately, the pure family line has dwindled to a so
Running, Walking, Spinning,
Wandering, Lost, Found,
Blindfolded, wary of my step,
I see, but doubt my path,
I hear, but fear my call,
I speak, but hear empty echoes return to me,
I touch, and am burned,
Wings fold, the Dreamer doubts gravity,
I reach, but recoil in fear of not touching,
I breathe, but fear I'm not alive,
Cold wind blows, I smile.
Star gleams,
I Dream, my toes clinch over the Edge,
My blindfold slips, I see the distance,
Wings spread, have faith in the Wind,
I leap.
I soar. Wind roars, but carries me.
I am flying. Wings flap.
I dream my own way,
Above what others say.
For I am the Wren Blade,
Flying as I c
Well...>.>; I did something on Saturday again. Something bad...
No. I didn't kill anyone or steal something.
Nor did I hit a sibling or have an argument.
Any guesses yet?
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I BOUGHT MORE STUFF!
I was bored and looking on Amazon (a very bad combination I have found as it usually leads to me buying things... o.0 ). And I ended up buying: 2 Bento boxes ((This is not as whimsy as it may seem, I swear. I tried to make mine own, but Lowe's didn't carry any Balsa wood. ~Balsa wood~.
Segway story: Went into Lowe's and asked a guy who worked there if they had any Balsa wood.
It took me saying the word three times (I know s