~°~ The Unsafe World - A Werewolf Role Play ~°~

(Oh, okay, that makes more sense. XD)

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(OH DAMIAN, I'M SO SORRY. EHHHH.)

Tara stood up, staring at the door. Maybe I should check on Damian... It is my fault, after all...
She walked over to the door and placed her hand on the handle. She sighed, then took a deep breath in. What's the worst that can happen?
She opened the door and quickly walked to Damian's room, not wanting to be stopped by anyone else. As she reached his door, her hands started to tremble. What if he is cursed? What if he- No. Everything will be fine. Damian is kind. He wouldn't hurt anyone without reason, cursed or not. She knocked on his door without further hesitation. "Damian? It's Tara."

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Amber shuffled quietly toward the green, carrying her mother.
When they eventually reached the green, Amber carefully placed her mother on the floor, then looked up at Stephen. "Hand me the shovel, I'll dig first."

(Don't ya dare Stephen. Man up. XD)

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Freya crept into the Maccon hideout, avoid as many people as possible. She slowly crept past Judith's room, mentally begging. Please don't come out. Please don't.

(Si XD)
(;-; )
Damian was deeply engaged in his book, as always, almost not hearing the door getting knocked upon. But he slowly glanced up from his book and looked towards the door, Tara?. He grabbed the bookmark that was at his side and inserted it into the page of where he was and and closed it shut, placing it on the table by his bed. He went over to the door and opened it, staring blankly at her.

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"No..uh..I think I should do it." stated Stephen, 'She shouldn't dig her mothers own grave..' he thought as he struck the shovel into the earth a few feet away.

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(Hue hue nothing gets past her. XD I love Judith's personality XD)
Once Judith got out of the shower, she wrapped herself up in a towel, and the same with her hair, using a smaller towel. Her hearing picked up supposedly silent footsteps outside her room as she exited the bathroom and into her room. She quickly tip-toed to the door and swung it open, peeking outside, grasping her body towel with her other hand. Judith grinned from ear to ear, "FREYA!!" She exclaimed happily.
 
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Eaton had showered and changed clothing. He'd slip out the back of the pack hideout and headed back into the heart of the city. He was through with this life and was ready to call it quits. But he couldn't do it himself. He had to make it to his beloved and her remnant of her religion frowned against suicide.
 
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(Si XD)
(;-; )
Damian was deeply engaged in his book, as always, almost not hearing the door getting knocked upon. But he slowly glanced up from his book and looked towards the door, Tara?. He grabbed the bookmark that was at his side and inserted it into the page of where he was and and closed it shut, placing it on the table by his bed. He went over to the door and opened it, staring blankly at her.

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"No..uh..I think I should do it." stated Stephen, 'She shouldn't dig her mothers own grave..' he thought as he struck the shovel into the earth a few feet away.

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(Hue hue nothing gets past her. XD I love Judith's personality XD)
Once Judith got out of the shower, she wrapped herself up in a towel, and the same with her hair, using a smaller towel. Her hearing picked up supposedly silent footsteps outside her room as she exited the bathroom and into her room. She quickly tip-toed to the door and swung it open, peeking outside, grasping her body towel with her other hand. Judith grinned from ear to ear, "FREYA!!" She exclaimed happily.

Tara looked up at Damian, twiddling her thumbs, trying to find the words she needed. "C-Can I come in for a few minutes? Please?"

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Amber nodded, sitting down on the grass. She watched Stephen dig, her mind almost completely blank. She didn't know what to do anymore.

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(@-@ RUN FREYA. )

Freya quickly covered her face with her cheek, trying to hide her mark, and her horrified expression. "J-J-Judith. Hey... Uh. I'm... I'm slightly busy.. right now. Aha."

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Eaton had showered and changed clothing. He'd slip out the back of the pack hideout and headed back into the heart of the city. He was through with this life and was ready to call it quits. But he couldn't do it himself. He had to make it to his beloved and her remnant of her religion frowned against suicide.

(OMG, that's better than an apology. ;-; I'm not crying.)

Ash rolled out of bed and crawled towards a hamper full of clean clothes. He picked out a clean set for himself, then got changed.
Since he couldn't sleep, he decided to go for a quick walk to clear his mind a little.
He picked up his knife from off the bedside table, then headed out; leaving the bar. He didn't really notice Nora's dried blood covering the alley floor, since he wasn't paying too much attention to anything. He just passed it by without a second thought.
 

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