Cold Carbon
Mercy Rose Vonderheide
You can see Feo in her :D
The story:
“Could you hurry for once?” Moor was standing at the door, clenching her suitcase impatiently. “We gonna miss the train.”
“I can’t believe we are even taking the train! What are we, humans?!” Mercy was pouting. She couldn’t decide what outfit to pack.
“You were human just 10 years ago, girl. Chill. Can you fly? No. Can you turn into a bat? No. So pack that clothes already, and be grateful that you’re going.” Moor rolled her eyes. It was a big deal to be invited as a representative of your tribe. Ungrateful younglings….
“Yeah, that I’m going… to see Dorian! I know it’s one of his stupid plots. And I have to obey, because he is Mr Royalty and he decided I should come.” The clothes started flying out of the closet while the rant continued.
Why did she have so much clothes? Moor wasn’t sure if she was annoyed or amused.
“Well, if you hate him so much, why are you picking and arranging your outfits since this morning!? You’re not going to a fashion show. I think you’re just upset he dumped you for another chick.”
All of a sudden, the tidal wave of clothes stopped. A pair or red eyes peeked out of the closet. They became two burning red slits.
“Oh okay, shooting arrows!” Moor laughed. Love issues. Always so much fun… What Mercy didn’t know, not only Dorian would be there… but he requested all of his former girlfriends to show up for the occasion. That guy… always creating drama. The meeting was serious business, not a reality TV… but with him, drama was inevitable.
Mercy Rose Vonderheide
You can see Feo in her :D
The story:
“Could you hurry for once?” Moor was standing at the door, clenching her suitcase impatiently. “We gonna miss the train.”
“I can’t believe we are even taking the train! What are we, humans?!” Mercy was pouting. She couldn’t decide what outfit to pack.
“You were human just 10 years ago, girl. Chill. Can you fly? No. Can you turn into a bat? No. So pack that clothes already, and be grateful that you’re going.” Moor rolled her eyes. It was a big deal to be invited as a representative of your tribe. Ungrateful younglings….
“Yeah, that I’m going… to see Dorian! I know it’s one of his stupid plots. And I have to obey, because he is Mr Royalty and he decided I should come.” The clothes started flying out of the closet while the rant continued.
Why did she have so much clothes? Moor wasn’t sure if she was annoyed or amused.
“Well, if you hate him so much, why are you picking and arranging your outfits since this morning!? You’re not going to a fashion show. I think you’re just upset he dumped you for another chick.”
All of a sudden, the tidal wave of clothes stopped. A pair or red eyes peeked out of the closet. They became two burning red slits.
“Oh okay, shooting arrows!” Moor laughed. Love issues. Always so much fun… What Mercy didn’t know, not only Dorian would be there… but he requested all of his former girlfriends to show up for the occasion. That guy… always creating drama. The meeting was serious business, not a reality TV… but with him, drama was inevitable.