Constantine
New Blood
Doesn't Matter Now, Devils Who Paint Angels.
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Post by Constantine on Jan 16, 2014 11:06:41 GMT -6
Blonde hair was brushed away into a loose bun, with smoky grey irises peaking out through the chin-length bangs. Hands were neatly folded in front, as Greek styled sandals clicked lightly across the path and with each step sprouted all kinds of blossoming flowers, yet at closer look they mimicked every movement whether it be a sway in the hips or skip in the step.
The pale, long-sleeved cardigan swept back in the gentle breeze and the white button-up dress skipped above the knees. Constantine stopped at the front doors of the estate and one hand unfolded away and closed into a small fist and knocked twice, with that she stepped back, as long thick green vines snaked out from the woodlands and waited behind her.
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Post by Sauri Matashina on Jan 24, 2014 19:57:28 GMT -6
As she busied herself in the house, sensitive ears heard a soft knock at the front door. A subtle curiosity hit her as she made her way with that same easy grace toward the door. Demure hands grabbed the handles and she opened the door. A raven haired stunner with dark night eyes. A smile came to her ruby lips when she laid eyes upon the young blonde lady at the door. She was a beauty fair and Sauri welcomed her eagerly into the house. "Welcome my dear, to the Matashina Estate." She said with a voice like silk, and she moved so that the girl could come inside.
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Post by Darcassan on Jan 25, 2014 4:47:27 GMT -6
Stood at attention and watched everything going on, a new arrival it would seem. This was good, this place needed to be more lively. He gave a formal bow of greeting but said nothing for now, he straightened up and once more stood back to attention, his hands always remaining in plan sight to show he meant no harm to anyone, he had been doing his rounds and had heard the knock and become curious to see who it was.
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