*Hidden Nature* A Shapeshifting RP

What do you think about this rp?

  • Ordinary...

    Votes: 11 16.2%
  • Boring :(

    Votes: 11 16.2%
  • Totally Awesome!!!

    Votes: 46 67.6%

  • Total voters
    68
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She frowned thinking of what would be the best at to explain the things "milkshakes are flavored milky that's frozen wand turned in a icy drink coke is a fuzzy drink and smoothies are berries blended with ice"

Cadeon nodded in thought, then leaned in to whisper close to Adel's ear, " Since I'm basically a big puss cat, the flavored milk seems to strikes a cord with me. What about you? Will you share my milky shake?" He asked her with a purr.
 
"Well, if things work out here, which I believe they will. Employees get a 50% discount." She walked over to a small closet. She opened it to reveal all the cleaning supplies. "These are the cleaning supplies and over there is bedding and news papers." She pointed in the far corner. "As for the food, I keep it in tubs right over here." She said as she walked over to show her. "Okey?" She asked nicely.
"Thank you so much. Everything will be taken care of." Brook was giddy with happiness. It took everything in her. Not to skip down every isle and pet all of the animals.
 
(Sorry it took so long, yesterday was a LONG day.)
Skye couldn't fall asleep. She pulled a journal out from the bag she had been carrying. This journal was used to store anything she considered making an article about, and write down the events of her day since she didn't have a friend to share with. With a glance at Mark who appeared to be asleep she began to write:
This morning my friend and I traveled outside the city to see were the forest had once been. I brought my camera in hope of capturing a few pictures for the article I wanted to write. Seeing what little remained of the forest saddened me. The stumps and bare field all reminded me of the one place I would run to to find comfort. Whenever the orphanage gave me to another foster home I would runaway and hide here for as long as I could until the police would find me. But I tried to stay strong for my friend, who seemed as sad as I was at this devastating event. Somehow we became separated as I was taking pictures. I stumbled upon a boy. He didn’t know that I was there until I gasped in amazement at what I saw next. This boy transformed into a wolf. I was frozen in shock, therefore he was able to catch me. Now I am here, trapped in this cave that he calls his home. He is kind to me, and gentle. But every time that I think I can trust him I remember the moment that he threw me against the ground, growling, and threatening me. These memories continue to haunt me. I managed to save my father’s camera from being thrown in the water, and am now promised to belong to him for the rest of my life. I catch myself wondering if it was worth it, but I do not know how I would live without. Even though my father had given it to me when I was very small, I knew how much it meant to him. It was the one thing I was able to save when they auctioned off the house, and the only memory I can remember of my father. My feelings have been very conflicted these last few hours, though the boy says he has no other choice but to keep me here I can’t help but think he could have talked to me, I would have listened, rather then him frightening me as he did. Perhaps I could tell him that if he would let me go I would keep his kind a secret, but I would never be able to. If I wrote about this in an article he would be hunted, I think I would feel somewhat bad, though he did assault me, and kidnap me. I am so scared, will I stay here as a prisoner for the rest of my life like he said?

Skye, weary after the long day, fell asleep with her book open before she had finished.
"No, you didn't. You didn't sound stupid at all. Unlike me you shared your feelings, though I keep my thoughts of your beauty a secret." He grinned slyly.
After Mark was sure she was asleep, he stood and shifted, walking over to look down at her. He frowned at the book and picked it up to read what she had been writing before sleep took her.
 
Jason was still at the hotel. He walked to sit outside and closed his eyes, letting the breeze flow over and past him . He missed the forest greatly but wouldn't let himself go back again. Not now at least.
 
"Oh ok. But what if the people guarding the hotel catch you looking around peoples rooms?"

"She has no faith in me." He said to himself. To her he said, "I am a fox, sweet Autumn. I think I know a thing or two about being unnoticed. Come on, if we just stand around out here, they will notice us." Sandor said quietly.

(Did anyone at the hotel want to meet us?)
 
Jason was still at the hotel. He walked to sit outside and closed his eyes, letting the breeze flow over and past him . He missed the forest greatly but wouldn't let himself go back again. Not now at least.

"Do you want to check out the club I may work at to get your mind off of everything?" Mixie asked him, she was in the hotel but went outside to check on him.
 
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(Forgot his name :lol: :lau)
Buchanan looked at Carrow questiable, but slowly ducked underneath the roof and sat down in the seat. He shyly smiled up at her, "Am I doing it right?"
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She squeezed his hand. Pointing at building with a large white board and black letters written across she indicated the theater. Slowing, she looked at all the posters of movies that they were currently playing. "What do you want to watch?" She asked, deciding to let him choose.
(Have you found anyone to play with? If not I'll start playing with you :D )

Carrow cocked her head and nodded to him. "Yes, you're doing it perfectly." She said softly and slowly shut the door. As she walked around the car to the drivers side, she grinned widely at how he was so serious one minute, yet completely unsure of himself in the next. She opened the drivers door and climbed inside the car. She put the key in the ignition and then put her seat belt on. She was about to start the car, when Carrow froze. Because right across the way she saw movement in a dark corner. With her eagle eyes, she knew exactly who it was. "Nix" She said under her breath. She then started the car, then quickly put the car in gear. She pulled out of the parking space and drove the other way. She glanced back in the rear-view mirror and let out a soft breath.
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Raine looked at all the posters he couldn't read, so he went by the pictures alone. He pointed to one and said, "This one, Astrid!"

Buchanan gripped the edge of his seat wide eyed in fear. "Who's Nix?!?!"
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"Good choice," She smiled. She lead him in the line and waited for the person in front of them to finish.
 
(Sorry it took so long, yesterday was a LONG day.)
Skye couldn't fall asleep. She pulled a journal out from the bag she had been carrying. This journal was used to store anything she considered making an article about, and write down the events of her day since she didn't have a friend to share with. With a glance at Mark who appeared to be asleep she began to write:
This morning my friend and I traveled outside the city to see were the forest had once been. I brought my camera in hope of capturing a few pictures for the article I wanted to write. Seeing what little remained of the forest saddened me. The stumps and bare field all reminded me of the one place I would run to to find comfort. Whenever the orphanage gave me to another foster home I would runaway and hide here for as long as I could until the police would find me. But I tried to stay strong for my friend, who seemed as sad as I was at this devastating event. Somehow we became separated as I was taking pictures. I stumbled upon a boy. He didn’t know that I was there until I gasped in amazement at what I saw next. This boy transformed into a wolf. I was frozen in shock, therefore he was able to catch me. Now I am here, trapped in this cave that he calls his home. He is kind to me, and gentle. But every time that I think I can trust him I remember the moment that he threw me against the ground, growling, and threatening me. These memories continue to haunt me. I managed to save my father’s camera from being thrown in the water, and am now promised to belong to him for the rest of my life. I catch myself wondering if it was worth it, but I do not know how I would live without. Even though my father had given it to me when I was very small, I knew how much it meant to him. It was the one thing I was able to save when they auctioned off the house, and the only memory I can remember of my father. My feelings have been very conflicted these last few hours, though the boy says he has no other choice but to keep me here I can’t help but think he could have talked to me, I would have listened, rather then him frightening me as he did. Perhaps I could tell him that if he would let me go I would keep his kind a secret, but I would never be able to. If I wrote about this in an article he would be hunted, I think I would feel somewhat bad, though he did assault me, and kidnap me. I am so scared, will I stay here as a prisoner for the rest of my life like he said?

Skye, weary after the long day, fell asleep with her book open before she had finished.
"No, you didn't. You didn't sound stupid at all. Unlike me you shared your feelings, though I keep my thoughts of your beauty a secret." He grinned slyly.

She blushed deeply "so I am pretty?"She asked qiuetly
"Yes," he replied, blushing a little.
 
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