Post by PEREGRINE BOYD HOLMES on Aug 23, 2013 12:08:06 GMT
hello seattle i am a mantaray
deep beneath the blue waves
While he wasn't out messing shit up, tending to his cactuses or basically bothering someone, Ryanna an excellent example, he liked to go out and about Manuka to see the sights. He did take breaks from being annoying, but they never lasted long. It was only a matter of time before he reverted to his loud, weird, yet lazy self. He was annoyingly lazy, if that made any sense. Still, Pippin was a good person at heart. He didn't kill or harm anything, and even if he did, it wasn't intentional. Most of the time when he hurt others, it was by accident through his pranks. Asking him to tone it down was was impossible, and even if you were to restrain him or ducttape his mouth, he would still find some way to annoy you. He was loud, he was sassy, he was just impossible to deal with on a regular basis. The worst part was that he had shitload of information about things that were only starting to get important, besides the ones about him knowing what your mother ate for dinner last night. As to how he even knew who your mother was in the first place was also an excellent question.
Oh man the place was DARK. Pippin was no fan of shadows and darkness, but he was able to see well in it, weehoo for extra vampire quirks. His senses were keen and sharp because he had also fed recently, never killing of course, that shit was just boring. He felt eyes on him the moment he set foot into the alley, but his scent was giving off warnings not to draw close. Most supernaturals that had keen senses could smell the vampire in him, as well as the smell of something burning, courtesy of the fire in his veins too. It was enough to keep people away, and the stupids that tried doing anything to him were immediately set alight. Why would anyone be dumb enough to approach him of all people he would never know. Pippin was a powerful creature and he would have posed a huge threat to anyone if he trained and honed his fighting skills, but he was usually too lazy to do so.
Loud sounds of a scuffle and fighting alongside angry swearing greeted the hybrid's ears as he rounded a corner. Excited at the prospect of entertainment, his blue eyes widened at the scene before him. Two werewolves were snapping and snarling at each other in the middle of the alleys, and feeling amused, Pippin leaned against the brick falls watching. There was a blonde woman and a redhead, the former was the one that was doing most of the swearing. Pippin didn't care to know why they were fighting, all he knew at that moment was how very amusing this all was to him. His eyebrows rose when three more werewolves joined the fight alongside the redhead, and he clicked his tongue at the unfairness of it. Four against one, now that was nasty.
But did he care? Nooope. It truthfully was none of his concern, and this most certainly was not his fight. All he could do was watch by the sidelines to stay out of trouble. The hybrid usually butted into things whenever he felt like it, but he decided to make an exception for this one. He wanted to see how the blonde werewolf would fare against the other four. Things were just about to get very interesting.
Oh man the place was DARK. Pippin was no fan of shadows and darkness, but he was able to see well in it, weehoo for extra vampire quirks. His senses were keen and sharp because he had also fed recently, never killing of course, that shit was just boring. He felt eyes on him the moment he set foot into the alley, but his scent was giving off warnings not to draw close. Most supernaturals that had keen senses could smell the vampire in him, as well as the smell of something burning, courtesy of the fire in his veins too. It was enough to keep people away, and the stupids that tried doing anything to him were immediately set alight. Why would anyone be dumb enough to approach him of all people he would never know. Pippin was a powerful creature and he would have posed a huge threat to anyone if he trained and honed his fighting skills, but he was usually too lazy to do so.
Loud sounds of a scuffle and fighting alongside angry swearing greeted the hybrid's ears as he rounded a corner. Excited at the prospect of entertainment, his blue eyes widened at the scene before him. Two werewolves were snapping and snarling at each other in the middle of the alleys, and feeling amused, Pippin leaned against the brick falls watching. There was a blonde woman and a redhead, the former was the one that was doing most of the swearing. Pippin didn't care to know why they were fighting, all he knew at that moment was how very amusing this all was to him. His eyebrows rose when three more werewolves joined the fight alongside the redhead, and he clicked his tongue at the unfairness of it. Four against one, now that was nasty.
But did he care? Nooope. It truthfully was none of his concern, and this most certainly was not his fight. All he could do was watch by the sidelines to stay out of trouble. The hybrid usually butted into things whenever he felt like it, but he decided to make an exception for this one. He wanted to see how the blonde werewolf would fare against the other four. Things were just about to get very interesting.
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