pass the booze, [EMILY]

[JAXON ALEK STONE]

the sound of barking from his only campanion awoken him up from his slumber, causing him to roll over and push himself up in one quick motion. it didn't take him that much longer to make his way to the location that the easily angered demon's dog, duke, was barking at. the fight between him and another supernatural ended a few short moments after it began. he prepared the pit setting the corpse onto the burning flames to enhance the decomposing process, making sure not to leave a mess for the idiotic light-heads to jump on their case. a low sigh escaped his lips, when he would be caught putting out the fire when everything was done. he turn on his heels and headed back into his house located in the woods, because he desired to be away from civilzation for most of the time. humans were filthy creatures and even what they called hunters ended up getting killed in his neck of the woods and labeled as "accidents". he protected his land very seriously and didn't allow transpassors on his area, ever.

he took some time in getting ready after freshing up, so he would not smell like rotting corpse. he ran his towel across his head, towel drying his head. he glanced at his reflection as he also took in consideration that he should probably put on some actual clothing, besides his smirk. he dropped the towel, now that he was down with it, and letting it stayed on the floor. he turned counter clockwise on his heels and walked out his bathroom and into his bedroom. he thoughts had almost lead to a gorgeous impossible woman, but he distracted himself with finding something to wear. he took an odd number of steps to his closet, and lucky for him the door to his closet was previously opened from a previous occassion. he yanked down a pair of darkwashed blue jeans, yet again breaking another white hanger. he rolled his eyes while pulling them over his legs and fasting them up; he pulled down a white t-shirt and slipped over a bottom up shirt, his fingers fumbled with the buttons sewed onto the material fasining them and leaving a few at the top undone. he slipped on a pair of black leather combat boots and walked out, he looked over at his dog wagging his tail. he petted his 'furbaby's' head and walked away, pointing the opposite direction. while he was walking away from his home, he patted his pockets making sure that he had everything that he will need.

he didn't realize the time of the day it was and decided that he shouldn't waste is time trying to buy liquior at another convient store or some rundown shack or whatever. he didn't mind that this pariticular old-fashioned pub tended to enjoy their human costomers in one peace but it was just one of those places that supernatural creatures to pretend to be lightsiders until they attacked. But now lets be completely honest here, jaxon by all means, didn't pretend to be a light sider.. he just acted like he was confused about the war or so-called-war that started happening about two-ish months ago. now it was a time to grab a pint of beer and observe the puny humans run around along the wooden floor. now that he had a beer in hand, he sat down on the seated area and leaned back, tilting the bottle up and took a small sip out of it. now some company could do the trick, maybe he could get his mind away from a semi-annoying fairee.

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