Post by Emeric Peirce on Feb 5, 2014 14:06:46 GMT -5
I've got bad blood
I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits
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Emeric paused when she finally gave him her name. One thing flashed out at him when he tried to figure her out. Werewolf. It screamed out loud, blocking out anything else he could gain on her. It was rather annoying, but it was at least something. He wasn't rather fond of knowing nothing about the person before him. "Miss Bellinger..." He tried out the title but found he didn't like that as much. "You'll always stay Miss Izabelle."
Em was quite interested in her reaction to his words. It was an interesting response. He wanted to laugh but refrained from doing so. "It's not." He knew it was a very bad thing. He had hopes that the Alpha pack could be driven away. They weren't exactly helping Beacon Hills from being a hub for the deranged.
"There's a saying that humans are the greatest game of all. Perhaps that's what they think. As we know wild cats are amazing hunters. Maybe they like the challenge?" He hummed. "Or maybe they hate humanity. I don't know. I've never met one, nor do I want to." He was quite sure they'd rip his wings off. And, although he wasn't overly fond of them, Emeric didn't want to suffer the pain of losing them.
His eyes flashed green as he smiled brightly. "They're just as real as werewolves, Miss Izabelle. And you know all about werewolves, seeing as you are one." He leaned forward. "I knew something was different about you. I prefer the supernatural anyway. Humans are brilliant creatures, but predictable." His eyes turned back to their normal shade.
"I wonder what it is about this town... that draws the supernatural in." He laughed as if thinking of a joke. "Like a Beacon." Oh the irony of the name of the town.
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I've done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits
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Emeric paused when she finally gave him her name. One thing flashed out at him when he tried to figure her out. Werewolf. It screamed out loud, blocking out anything else he could gain on her. It was rather annoying, but it was at least something. He wasn't rather fond of knowing nothing about the person before him. "Miss Bellinger..." He tried out the title but found he didn't like that as much. "You'll always stay Miss Izabelle."
Em was quite interested in her reaction to his words. It was an interesting response. He wanted to laugh but refrained from doing so. "It's not." He knew it was a very bad thing. He had hopes that the Alpha pack could be driven away. They weren't exactly helping Beacon Hills from being a hub for the deranged.
"There's a saying that humans are the greatest game of all. Perhaps that's what they think. As we know wild cats are amazing hunters. Maybe they like the challenge?" He hummed. "Or maybe they hate humanity. I don't know. I've never met one, nor do I want to." He was quite sure they'd rip his wings off. And, although he wasn't overly fond of them, Emeric didn't want to suffer the pain of losing them.
His eyes flashed green as he smiled brightly. "They're just as real as werewolves, Miss Izabelle. And you know all about werewolves, seeing as you are one." He leaned forward. "I knew something was different about you. I prefer the supernatural anyway. Humans are brilliant creatures, but predictable." His eyes turned back to their normal shade.
"I wonder what it is about this town... that draws the supernatural in." He laughed as if thinking of a joke. "Like a Beacon." Oh the irony of the name of the town.
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NOTES: None
MUSIC: "Such Horrible Things" - Creature Feature