There was a sudden snap, a twig if anything. He spun around to see what it
was and suddenly.
Beep- Beep- Beep
The alarm had rung. It was exactly 8:00PM, dark outside, and extremely cold. The boy had rubbed his eyes and began to get up.
Already 8:00PM? I'm still tired; I can't believe I stayed up till 6:00AM today. That just cut in on my sleep.
He felt his way around the large room having made a real mess the recent morning with his food. The boy was about 5' 8", not too tall and only about 14 years old. Pretty young for a whelp, but he managed. He had fair crimson and ebony hair that shone a faint brown in the moonlight that crept between his balcony drapes. Although a very pale color, he was considered dark to the others of his kind, not to mention his blunt fangs.
Local History Summary: If you haven't guessed already, he's a vampire. A young vampire orphan who's hunting time has just begun. He walked to his door and opened it. It creaked a little. Kind of like a mew. He stepped through the bubble teleportation device waiting for him right out of the door. He appeared in the bathroom where he stripped and bathed in the large ivory tub. It was the year 3062; the third world war had left America like Asia. English was only the 7th most used language. French being number one now. After America lost, all of the states Washington to Utah and down were conquered by French and England. Tectonic plates separated Mexico from South America and the fashion changed dramatically. Not the ugly jumpsuits people though it'd be. Rather they wore old clothing again from the 1400's- 1700's about. It was now rare to see pure crossbreeds of races.
The young boy dried off, put on his tunic, and tightened his black collar. He buttoned his shirt and smoothed out the tights. He then put on his short bloomers and Puffy silk sleeves, clipping them on by snapping buttons and belts that laced all over his clothes. He put on his shoes and buckled and tied them. He finished his outfit by putting on his jacked that read across the back under a flaming skull with crossbones his name: Bartiny.
I will continue from where I left off I guess. the Asilem estate.
He readjusted his jacked and walked towards his bedroom balcony. He pushed aside the large curtains and opened the doors. It let in a cold brief breeze and he walked out shutting the door behind him. His cat, Pierre, was waiting for him next to his lynx, Max (An unusual name because it's American).
"Ahh, magnificent Pierre, tis a beautiful night to feast, no?"
He glanced at the lynx
Hmmm. Max seems to be lazier than he should
Bartiny pet his sleeping cat and it lazily opened an eye. The lynx continued to sleep as his master stepped over the fence of the balcony to the edge. He grinned slightly and jumped off, morphing to a bat and set out for the kill.
Woot, prelude= done! What you got?! I SAY WHAT YOU GOT?! Oh yeah, bad grammar, whatchya gonna do, whatchya gonna do when the laguageart8teacher comes for you (- whoa, majorly fast!) Anyway, yeah review or I WILL!!! I repeat WILL. do absolutely nothing about it because I'm so very far from you and have no way to get to where you are., that includes climbing in through the screen and grabbing you.
Beep- Beep- Beep
The alarm had rung. It was exactly 8:00PM, dark outside, and extremely cold. The boy had rubbed his eyes and began to get up.
Already 8:00PM? I'm still tired; I can't believe I stayed up till 6:00AM today. That just cut in on my sleep.
He felt his way around the large room having made a real mess the recent morning with his food. The boy was about 5' 8", not too tall and only about 14 years old. Pretty young for a whelp, but he managed. He had fair crimson and ebony hair that shone a faint brown in the moonlight that crept between his balcony drapes. Although a very pale color, he was considered dark to the others of his kind, not to mention his blunt fangs.
Local History Summary: If you haven't guessed already, he's a vampire. A young vampire orphan who's hunting time has just begun. He walked to his door and opened it. It creaked a little. Kind of like a mew. He stepped through the bubble teleportation device waiting for him right out of the door. He appeared in the bathroom where he stripped and bathed in the large ivory tub. It was the year 3062; the third world war had left America like Asia. English was only the 7th most used language. French being number one now. After America lost, all of the states Washington to Utah and down were conquered by French and England. Tectonic plates separated Mexico from South America and the fashion changed dramatically. Not the ugly jumpsuits people though it'd be. Rather they wore old clothing again from the 1400's- 1700's about. It was now rare to see pure crossbreeds of races.
The young boy dried off, put on his tunic, and tightened his black collar. He buttoned his shirt and smoothed out the tights. He then put on his short bloomers and Puffy silk sleeves, clipping them on by snapping buttons and belts that laced all over his clothes. He put on his shoes and buckled and tied them. He finished his outfit by putting on his jacked that read across the back under a flaming skull with crossbones his name: Bartiny.
I will continue from where I left off I guess. the Asilem estate.
He readjusted his jacked and walked towards his bedroom balcony. He pushed aside the large curtains and opened the doors. It let in a cold brief breeze and he walked out shutting the door behind him. His cat, Pierre, was waiting for him next to his lynx, Max (An unusual name because it's American).
"Ahh, magnificent Pierre, tis a beautiful night to feast, no?"
He glanced at the lynx
Hmmm. Max seems to be lazier than he should
Bartiny pet his sleeping cat and it lazily opened an eye. The lynx continued to sleep as his master stepped over the fence of the balcony to the edge. He grinned slightly and jumped off, morphing to a bat and set out for the kill.
Woot, prelude= done! What you got?! I SAY WHAT YOU GOT?! Oh yeah, bad grammar, whatchya gonna do, whatchya gonna do when the laguageart8teacher comes for you (- whoa, majorly fast!) Anyway, yeah review or I WILL!!! I repeat WILL. do absolutely nothing about it because I'm so very far from you and have no way to get to where you are., that includes climbing in through the screen and grabbing you.