Lunawerewolfy

I walked the halls with bitter anger boiling up in my soul. My anger was slowly turning to hate. But there was nothing I could do. The leader knew that. I scuffed my feet on the cold tiled floor. I moved unusually clumsily because of my tiredness. I froze like a statue. A small noise of an instrument. I allowed my training to take over. I crept like a slinking cat along the corridors, making no noise at all. It was coming from the Music Room 2. Big surprise. But somehow the music interested me. It was a type of musical instrument only playable by wielders of great magic, due to the fact in needs a lot of magic to make a note. The instrument

Dawntail sat on the edge on the clearing, staring into the distance, in between the tall oaks with bright green leaves, and the thick bushes littered with berries and spring's buds. If she heard the grey tom slink up behind her and sit next to her, she showed no sign of it. "Dawntail, he's--" the tom began, but Dawntail interrupted him, forcefully. "Don't say it. He's not dead. I would have felt it. He's alive... somewhere. I would have felt it if he wasn't," Dawntail said. "I know they found no body," the tom said, "I know that. But the wolves dragged him away. We saw the marks, not to mention the blood. He's... He'd want you to live your

Username/Roleplayed by: Lunawerewolfy Name: Lucas Tailor Age: 17 Born: 12/13/1996 Gender: Male Height: 6'4" Skin tone: Light tan Eye colour: Silver/Grey Body type: Lithe Hair Colour: Sandy blonde Hair style: follows his skull over his head and ends as spikes around his ears. Like a more shaggy bowl-cut. Common outfits: (1) Long black cloak (which he hides watches in) scuffed Bowler hat that looks like a truck ran over it, a waistcoat and trousers, boots. Kind of looks like a cods player. (2) Jeans and a shirt. The shirt usually has some old long-forgotten rock band over the chest. (3) Sports kit for running. Personality: Hard to hate,

“I’MMA BACK!” Luna strided into the clearing. Nah, scratch that, she swaggered into the clearing. “Luna, you’d been gone for an hour, how could we have possibly missed you?” Nixa put down a handful of cards. “Got any 3’s?” Luna smirked. “1 w4s 1n N4rn14, n00bs, glad you w3r3n’t th3r3!!!!111!!!!” “How do you even do that...?” Sunny asked, passing Nixa a three. “I don’t know.” She flopped down, suddenly boneless. “What’cha plaaaayin’?” “Go fish.” “IT’S OKAY, I KNOW WHEN I’M NOT WANTED!