Fun RP, All Races Welcome!!

[Rayne Blood Rose]

"i kinda needed to get away for awhile"((i can tell, lol))

[Dr. Strange]

{meh wants your siggy.}
Alchemas laughed. "Well you cold at least tel somebody. You worried me like Hell."

[Rayne Blood Rose]

"oops sorry.hehe"

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[Dr. Strange]

{im a go look for it now..}

[Eibhleann]

Name: Alchemas
Gender: female
Age: 15
Feral Age: ??? WTF is a feral age??
Eye Color: Purple/red
Height: 6' 4
Weight: Between 120-150lbs
Likes: Rain, Flowers, Thorns, Blood, Singing, playing her guitar, and blades.
Dislikes: Humans with attitudes, other animals {sometimes}
Fears: Being near people, Being misunderstood.
Personallity: quiet, shy, outgoing {dont ask why those are both in there}, evil, angry

Alchemas wandered over to the cave next to a wolf and watched him silently, the doll was a strange character and she didn't like the other too much either. She wondered if they would notice her...

Feral is basically a wild animal. In otherwords when he's feral he looks like a normal wolf, but when he's not he's an anthro. So as feral he's eight months, but anthro he's 13 years

[Eibhleann]

A young wolf of about 15 years sat on the curb, his maw veiled by the black hood that hung over it. He would smirk to himself as he eyed the humans passing by, his identity shrouded by his attire. He would think to himself, They have no idea... I'm sitting right here, and they have no idea what I am..  The boy slipped his arms through the chains that hung loosely from his baggy onyx pants and pulled his knees to his chest.

[Dr. Strange]

{ohh...sorry. i was confused. thnx.}
grr...now i have to revise it...

Alchemas snickered to herself and walked back over to the cave, watching the doll curiously.

[Eibhleann]

He smirked and ran his tongue along his ebony fangs, his acid-violet pools burning into the cold concrete. The canine let a low growl roll in his throat in warning to the approaching human, curious to the strange being's presence it would reach inside the hood and place it's furless paws on his maw, he would growl louder, then the growl would fade away as he looked up to see it was only a child. He would pat the boy on the head and send him off to his mother, his mind lingering on his own, whom had died many months ago. He let out a long sigh as yet another pair of paws set themselves on his maw, and he looked up to see Jake Valentine, a long-time friend and half-anthrop, he was of a fox and a human. The young boy, named Kioh Valentine, would raise his paw to Jake's and help him down to the curb, he leaned his head on the fox's shoulder and closed his eyes, as Jake was an older brother to him, through legal adoption. He would pull the bizarre doll whom had been given the name Tourniquet to his chest with his knees, as his brother held this doll's sister, Stitches. Tourniquet would look up to Kioh, then to Jake and Stitches, and close his eyes, drifting off to sleep with the same crazed smile he often wore.

[Dr. Strange]

Alchemas looked around and snarled, pouncing the doll named Tourniquet. "You set yourself on fire and don't get burnt. Well i.." She looked worried and got off, not wanting to tick him off... "That is cool.." She called, backing away slowly.

[Eibhleann]

Tourniquet would raise his head, his long, thin, almost snake-like tongue flicking between his sharp ivories. He slipped out of Kioh's grasp and got to his feet, reveiling that he wasn't quite as small as he appeared. He was about half the height of the female. A large grin spread across his face and he waltzed over to her, his dark ribbons flowing as he did so. He would stare up at her, a pawless arm on his bottom lip, like a child, his eyes were curious and searching, he would reach out and tug on her fur whilst letting out a small giggle.

[Dr. Strange]

Alchemas looked down at him and smiled coldly. "Nice fangs doll. What's your friends name and yours?" She wasn't scared of anything or anyone. She glanced to the other furs and the other doll. "Cute. A big happy family huh? And what's with that giggle? It drives me up the wall. You some pyromaniac killer?"

[Eibhleann]

Tourniquet's eyes shifted about the area, his bloody ivories now exposed as he bared them and began to speak, insanity hinting in his voice, "My name is Tourniquet, the Sophistically Insane. That over there is Stitches, the Painfully Silent. And those two canines are Kioh Valentine, and Jake Valentine." He cocks his head to the side, the large toothy grin still on his face. "As for the giggle.. You can probably tell, I'm not right in the head!" He begins to waltz by himself, flowing gracefully in the wind, he makes his way over to Stitches and bows, lowering his hand to hers. She takes his hand, and he pulls her to her feet. They begin to dance, and Jake gets to his feet, wandering off into the city, his hands deep in his pockets. Floe, a long-time best friend, and maybe something more, approached Kioh and sat down next to him with a small smile.  Kioh and the fae stare into the sky, sitting back-to-back. The cool breeze blew through Kioh's long, crimson hair, a sweet scent lingering for a moment longer. A tear ran down Kioh's cheek and he pulled his knees to his chest, burrying his muzzle into his knees he cries softly to himself. Floe looks back to see her friend upset, she would wrap her arms around the small form and look at him concerned, nuzzling his cheek softly, she would wipe his tears with her long sleeves and ask, "Are you okay..?  What's wrong little one?"

[Dr. Strange]

"Good boy. You keep up eith her now. I'll be back." She whispered, following jake and pouncing him on her way past. "What's up?"

[Eibhleann]

Jake would growl and snap at her agressively, a large, florescent white wing bursting from one side of his back. Blood spattered across the concrete, and he walks away coldly, the dark red liquid running down his spine.

Kioh would look into Floe's eyes sadly, and shake his head no. "No.. Floe.. I'm not alright..." He would bury his muzzle into her chest and cry harder. She would pull him closer and nuzzle him, then she began to sing to him softly the same foreign lullaby his mother used to sing to him every night before she died.

[Dr. Strange]

"Don't care. Tell me what's wrong." She replied to his snarl, gently applying a bandage to his back and stroking his wing. "Quit pushing away and being aggressive. I know you hurt. Let me in, please?"