#biteopen

[effie-james-blog]

The little brunette was awkward at best in the setting. Her dress felt drab compared to the other’s. She anxiously combed her fingers through her hair as if that would help and cleared her throat. “Hey, uhm, is this too forward or like super weird but you wanna dance?” She still wanted to make the best of a new experience. Hell who knew if she’d ever attend one of these again.

[lycanblooded-blog]

“hey, uh--” naija hesitated, anxiety pooling in her stomach. she had once been so outgoing. so unafraid. how much things had changed. the werewolf held out a wallet in her hand, arm outstretched. “i thiiiink you dropped this?” naija had been out on a walk on her own for a little bit, she hadn’t even stopped to check who the person might be yet. 

[salomematheson-blog]

   IF ONE WERE TO ASK THEMSELVES HOW it is to be an original vampire, they would rarely respond with anything so mundane as ‘shopping for home goods,’ and yet there Salome was among throw pillows and oil diffusers, attempting to find just what she needed to help spruce up the family home before people came to rifle through all their things in a few days.

   A hand brushed over a wooden sign etched with ‘Live. Laugh. Love.’ and she grimaced, both at the sentiment and the cheap workmanship, murmuring to no one in particular, “One would assume that if you were to live, laugh, and love, you would also not need it displayed in one’s home on a piece of wood with cheap acrylic and glitter...”

[bottlcd]

11:22AM

In his absence, his hometown of Covington has changed. Some buildings had remodeled  it’s decor and aesthetic, others that stood have been demolished, and new establishments had been built altogether.  The coffee shop he stands in, is one of them. The warlock furrows his eyes at the menu, deciding whether not he should stick with his regular medium black drip, or if should venture out and try a mocha chai latte. When he feels the presence of another, Jameson turns to them. ❝I’m asking you this, with the fear of looking like an absolute idiot,❞ he begins, cracking a small grin, ❝but do you know what’s good here?❞

[tinyhcll]

“It’s a shame what happened to you, darling.” Yuushin cooed glancing in the victim’s direction. Restaurants were always a good place to find potential clients. One can argue that it is morally questionable but Yuushin does get a commission. The commission that would give him a leg with rent  He took out the card from his jacket lapel. “But if you come down to our office, we’ll give you a consultation free of charge,” Yuushin said in his pseudo sympathetic voice. He took pause when he felt another presence in proximity. He forced a smile turning to the presence. Yuushin hated interruptions.“Can I help you?” Yuushin asked.

[tinyhcll]

Yuushin held the camera strapped.around his neck He was waiting for his boss to come back with the clients to take group pictures. Yuushin knew that his boss was eccentric. But the werewolf hoped that it was the last errand of the night. He slowly walked up to the nearest stranger. “Sorry to interrupt your night but have you seen a man in his mid-forties with ginger hair and a green suit.” 

[tinyhcll]

Yuushin tentatively crawled through the forest thrush late into the night. The events unfolding before his very eyes. He kept walking by the border of his territory. Yuushin growled when he smelled another presence. An intruder. Yuushin stood firm. “I recommend you come out now-you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”