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xixuegui-blog · 11 years
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—— 吸血鬼} "Hm..."
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xixuegui-blog · 11 years
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—— 吸血鬼}There were many of them, way too many; one by one getting stepping out of their dark hidding place an into the barely lit street lights. Their scents were confussing; a mix of trash, rotten food, dirt and dead animals...these people were beggars, ones that had decided to rob in order to live. Iseul stiffened, his ears perking up at every suspiciou sound, his reflections at the fastest as he let them all come to him one by one and sent them away with a punch, which only made the muggers angrier.“Dude, I don’t want to fight ” He said, raising his hands up in defeat. The others didn’t look very convinced  —  the grin on Iseul’s face might be the one to blame for that.His senses got keener in a moment, when he felt one of his kind nearby. He could feel it , smell its scent in the air— not real
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Guide My Way To Hell. || I&M
Mei was out in the dark, wishing she could see the moon and stars but she couldn’t, not in this brightly lit city. Her mind was usually full of fashion, half-formed designs, commentary on others and even, occasionally, a full line in the work. But tonight was different; the mind was still, cold, dead, and exhausted.
Walks cleared her mind, setting her back to normal. They always had and she hoped they always would. Unfortunately for her, her walk would not ease her mind, not this time. 
She paused, hearing a shuffling sound coming from the alley to her left, putting her on edge and her red eye glowing in the shadows, searching for the cause of whatever set her on edge.
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Guide My Way To Hell. || I&M
—— 吸血鬼} Dark, silent, desolated. The city streets were just as  Iseul liked them — they were just too perfect for hunting. He was the one that was crashing the most noise.Only the sound of his shoes hitting the concrete of the sidewalk could be heard above the soft low whistle of the wind. Step, after step; one two three four and again.He’s never bothered on taking care of himself when going out. He was usually the only dangerous creature out there, hidden behind an unremovable mask that deceived the ‘poor’ prays of his. Iseul has never bothered on care of himself, because he doesn’t need to. With no effort he’d send anyone who tried to attack him meters away with one single punch.That was until that night; the moment he turned into that one corner,  following his insticts that told him his meal was close. Iseul had always been the hunter, until that moment when the roles flipped.
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