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"Noëlle, come inside! Dinner's almost ready!
Michael returned to the pot filling the quant house with the aroma of beef and caramelize onions. He ladled la minestra, zuppa into the ceramic bowls, sprinkled in croutons, and smothered them both in Comté before setting the bowls in the oven. When a pair of bare feet was still absent from the kitchen, the man turned off the forno and went back to the cucina door.
"Noëlle?" he called again. "Mon ange!" No answer came from the flowered front yard o the marsh lakeland at the bottom of the hill. Instinctively, Michael grabbed his fodero cintura and darted out the door. He unfurled his dark wings, ready to take to the dusk sky, but paused and looked back towards the small fienile, granaio crouching behind the farmhouse. A warm light glowed from the hay-loft window. He sprinted through the long grass, panting da the time he reached the barn. The fienile, granaio door flew open under his shove. "Noëlle?" he shouted.
"Ici!" a small voice called from above. A girl stuck her head over the edge of the hay-loft with a wide smile. Her skin had grown dark and freckled from the sun, though not nearly as dark as her mother's had been. Her hair was the same shining umber, but far less curly. She was a conglomerate of her parent's looks even if her personality was far different than either Maivus' o Aleksander's. In the back of his mind was Michael's curiosity over how her twin would have looked and acted.
"Noëy, sweetheart, I've been calling you," the man reprimanded in French.
"I was playing with the kittens," the nine-year old explained matter-of-factly. She read her care-taker's expression as he crossed his arms and smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, Uncle Mike."
"You know you're supposed to come back to the front yard da dusk," he chided with a soft smile at her guilty nod. "All right, come on down."
The child's head disappeared a moment before her bare calza, maglia rasata feet appeared searching for the wooden ladder rungs. Noëlle started to climb down slowly with one hand tucked to her chest rather than on the ladder. Before Michael could ask what was in her hand, one calza, maglia rasata foot caught her yellow flowered dress, and the girl Lost her hold. She barely got a scream out before her "uncle" caught her, his ebony wings sending dust motes and straw into a frenzy. The man landed gently with the child wrapped in his arms--and saw the startled calico kitten tucked close to her chest. With a sigh, Michael folded his legs and sat on the dirt floor with the teary-eyed girl in his lap. "Noëy, te know te can't take that baby with you," he reminded her, reluctant to do so when he could feel her trembling in his arms. "She needs to be with his mother and siblings."
"But we've taken gattini into the house before!" she argued stubbornly even as she wiped tears from her flushed cheeks.
"But those were orphans, without their parents to take care of them," Michael explained gently. Still pouting, the child nodded reluctantly. Her caretaker stood and leapt, reaching the loft with a stroke of his wings, and sat on the edge while Noëlle released the mewing calico to stumble back to her anxious mother. For a moment, the two sat together, watching the tiny fluff balls clamber over one another in cerca of the most comfortable position in the heap while their mother contently mussed their pelliccia with dutiful licks. Eventually the little girl turned her head to look up at her uncle, and the thoughtful pinch of her brow reminded him distinctly of her father. "Uncle Mike, am I an orphan, since I don't have any parents?"
The domanda was like a kick to Michael's gut. He focused every ounce of will power on not mostrare the pain on his face, though his wings instinctively curled inward to shield the child in his lap from the forces behind the inquisition. "No, mon ange, of course not," he assured once he found his voice. "Your papa is alive and loves te very much. He has to take care of some things in America before he can come to live with us. We've talked about this, remember?"
The child sat back against her caretaker with a sigh, looking towards the mother cat and her babies. "But he's been gone forever, Uncle…What if he never comes back?"
"He will," Michael assured automatically. When Noëlle kept her longing gaze affixed on the feline family, he picked up the girl and set her on a fieno bale, kneeling to be eye level. "Noëy, te will never be an orphan. te will ALWAYS have me and my love, no matter what, understand?"
"Even if Papa never comes back?" When he hesitated, hoping to correct her, Noëlle threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his shoulder. "Promise!"
His arms instinctively, protectively wrapped around her. "I promise, sweetheart." There was a finality to the promise that made his cuore feel heavy in his chest, but the girl shot up, a grin lighting up her eyes and dissipating his disdain.
"Okay," she agreed, hopping up. "Can we eat cena now? I'm starving!"
"Of course. Let me help te down the ladder." The man stood and climbed down from the fieno loft, then reached up and lowered his ward to the floor. She trotted to the fienile, granaio door before realizing he had gone back up the ladder. "Uncle Mike!" she called. "What are te doing?"
There was a myriad of squeaks and mews in answer before the winged man came back down the ladder with an egg basket on his arm. Within was nestled the mound of kitten. Noëlle's eyes lit up, and before she could worry over the mother cat, the calico appeared at the superiore, in alto of the ladder. She balanced at the superiore, in alto a moment before leaping cleanly to the dirt floor, as if she had performed the same action a dozen times in pursuit of mice, and trotted after the man carrying her gattini in one arm and the little girl on his shoulder. He may not have been her father, but Michael could ensure with all his might that the little girl would always feel the Amore of an entire family.
 Literal fluff~
Literal fluff~
posted by FangYJ
It's okay...I guess.


Fang sat staring at his computer screen. 
"Gyah..No idea what to say." He frowned and leaned back against the divano for any ideas. A ding come from the laptop and Fang looked down and the highlighted domanda in the corner of his screen. 
"Lovely." Fang sighed and switched over to the questions, scanning over the questions. This should be interesting 

Are te goth o emo?  
What makes te assume that I'm either?

Why do wear so much black? Are going black and never going back?  
DO EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?!?!?! OH MY GOD!!!!!!! 

What's with the long hair? emo o goth?...
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One verse is Shane and Mel, another is Kori and le mysterious guy. I'll leave te to figure out who is who. ;)
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posted by Robin_Love
I do not take credit from anything other than the backstory I gave to this character. Everything belongs to the rightful owners. Thanks to the mostra for giving me inspiration


Name: Dark Mousy
Alias: Dark
Powers: Unknown
Occupation: “Anti-Villain” (Hero but refuses to admit it)
Weakness/Limits: Undiscovered
History: Dark used to be known as a thief. Anything anyone needed, he'd get. For a price. He had been raised on the streets, where he learned all he knew about stealing. He was used to running, always moving from one place to the next. At one point he ended up staying in an orphanage where he...
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Oh yeah! My creativity strikes again!!!!


The sound of a gun and breaking glass pierced through the night. The sounds of a struggle were clear for anyone close by. Meaning only two. He stumbled backwards, taken back da the blow. It didn't last long. He kicked, punched, dodged, did all in his power to keep the other one down. His cape shadowed his every move. He was a figure in black, manipulating every thing with his tactical brain. He threw the other one against a wall, watching as he fell and knocked over a few trashcans. He was breathing heavily but prepared for an attack. Nothing. He laughed...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Irene
Irene
LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
Full Name: Irene Hope Adams
Nickname: Ren
Reason o meaning of name: Peace; Hope; Man
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Style/Color: Light Purple/ lilla
Height: 4’5
Clothing Style: Depends on my mood
Best Physical Feature: My eyes

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Killing più innocents...
Your Guilty Pleasure: Flowers
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Ignorance
Your Ambition for the Future: To be happy

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Better get up
What te Think About the Most: My powers
What te Think About Before Bed: Staying asleep
You Think Your Best Quality Is: Uhh….

LAYER...
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posted by Robin_Love
 Erin Roy
Erin Roy
LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE
Full Name: Erin Roy
Nickname: N/A
Reason o meaning of name: name for Ireland; German for “red”
Eye Color: Purple
Hair Style/Color: Short, red
Height: 5’4”
Clothing Style: Comfortable
Best Physical Feature: My…..hair?

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE
Your Fears: Loosing friends
Your Guilty Pleasure: Baking candy
Your Biggest Pet Peeve: Impatient people; weird. I know
Your Ambition for the Future: To run

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS
Your First Thoughts Waking Up: Time to EAT!
What te Think About the Most: Fooooooood
What te Think About Before Bed: Do I need food?
You Think Your Best Quality...
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posted by Robin_Love
Just some facts about my ocs that I thought you'd like to know

"Strange" Fears
Becca: Thunder
Tara: Darkness
Devin: Demons
Cat: Batman
Dylan: People
Blaine: Rats
Lance: Power
Terror: Unknown


preferito Animals
Becca: Ravens
Tara: Wolves
Devin: Peacocks
Cat: Foxes
Dylan: Tigers
Blaine: Horses
Lance: Hawks
Terror: Cats

preferito Colors
Devin: Sky blue
Becca: Red
Tara: Burgandy
Cat: Purple
Dylan: Green
Terror: Black ((Becca: Like your soul!))
Blaine: Silver
Lance: Bright blue

preferito Weapon
Becca: Magic
Devin: None
Tara: Guns
Dylan: Scythe
Blaine: Kunai
Lance: Sword
Cat: Claws
Terror: Hands


Might do another one soon. Hope te enjoyed!!