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Post by STELLA L'ESTRANGE on Jul 28, 2011 1:54:21 GMT -5
To the untrained eye, the snowy white fox found perched upon a finely crafted bench within Cromwell Park was all but a mere animal, prone to instinctual habits and primitive behavior. Completely still like a menacing gargoyle, it peers down upon the unsuspecting citizens meandering about, laughing so carelessly with friends and lovers. Yet, one can't help but to think there's something so grotesquely human about those piercing ruby red eyes, almost as if it could actually understand what they were saying. Something so farfetched as that couldn't be true, right?
It was a dangerous time right now for women. Although Stella had a loose definition on beauty, she sadly knew that at least sweet little Rhaena would be free from any kidnapper's greedy clutches. I mean, let's get real -- her sister looked like a butt crack. Lately the albino often opted to stay incognito in her sleek fox form, not that she found herself overly attractive but to be safe rather than sorry. After all, her enhanced animal senses really did do wonders, or at least she thought until something heavy and plump suddenly seated itself on top of her bushy tail.
WHAT THE FUCK?
With a yelp, Stella's reflexes caused her to take on a familiar humanoid form, crouched on top the bench like some primitive being unaware of society's proper etiquette. Brushing her thick locks of white hair away from her pale face, Stella gave the blubbering idiot a death glare. "Jerk! Pay attention where you put your fat ass next time!" She hissed, her scarlet eyes narrowed in bitter anger. The nerve of some people...
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Post by AZRAEL MALFOI on Jul 28, 2011 2:27:19 GMT -5
with his father out of town and no known threat for the mercenaries to act on, there was really nothing for azrael to do at home. the brothel was always much quieter when his father wasn't there and there was no need for him to be a guard. the other two security guards could handle it. and there were no new orders from the mercenary guild. not only was there no work to do, but even training wasn't keeping him entertained. if maybe even his grandfather could spend a moment or two talking to him about his future as the head of the family, he would have a reason to stay in the city but... alas, his grandfather was too busy to lecture him.
this really... bothered the albino boy. he didn't like having nothing to do. he hated vacations and time off because he knew that there had to be something to do instead of wasting time. yeah, you'd probably be right to think that he doesn't know how to have fun and has no friends. thanks to his grandfather, all he's known is hard work and training for the future. there was no time for breaks. the only time you'd have a 'break' is if you were breaking a sweat and just about broken from all the work and training.
but, despite hating vacations, azrael figured taking a trip to see what his father was up to wasn't a complete waste of time. even though he was raised more by his grandfather (who practically kidnapped him from his father), he still had a strong bond to orion malfoi. he'd always wondered what he would do when he snuck off to cefnystrad. and so, the journey began.
it was mere chance that azrael decided to pass through the park. he saw a sight that would puzzle most, except him. for him, he wasn't puzzled at all. a white fox was perched on a bench, fluffy white tail ready to get sat on. oh yes, azrael was acquainted with the fox. in fact, it wasn't a fox at all. it was a girl named stella, a family friend. well, not exactly. more like the daughter of a family friend. the two didn't get along very well, which is why azrael decided to take a seat right on her tail.
azrael's red eyes didn't even flicker in her direction as she yelped. instead, an amused smirk came across his lips. "oh? was something there?" he jeered before tilting his head towards her as his eyes slowly drifted to meet hers. they could easily pass as sibilings. in fact, stella could easily pass as a malfoi. he wouldn't be surprised if it turned out that it wasn't sigilis who was the father, but orion. "oh, if it isn't stella l'estrange," he said with a devilish grin. "fancy meeting you here."
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Post by STELLA L'ESTRANGE on Jul 29, 2011 2:32:19 GMT -5
Assrael and Stella were like oil and water; they just did not mix. She had always possessed a particular disdain for the unfortunate mercenary, something that she paid no effort in concealing. Sadly, there was no denying that he was a rather attractive specimen -- as all albinos are -- yet his personality was absolutely atrocious. It was a shame, really. As Stella's ruby red eyes locked onto Azrael, someone who seriously looked like he could be her twin, the animagus scowled in annoyance. "I should have known," She muttered, standing up on the bench like some lunatic and peering down at the asshole that sat before her. "Does daddy not have enough time for Azzie-kins today?" She inquired with her hands on her hips, her porcelain face contorted in mock concern.
Stella hopped off the bench, now facing Azrael with her full, intimidating 5'2 height. "I suppose it would explain why you have the desire to be a bothersome twat all the time. It's okay, I forgive you." She leaned closer to him and ruffled his locks of snowy white hair, imitating that great aunt at the family reunion that always had red lipstick on her teeth. "My, look at how you've grown since I last saw you!" The albino jeered, even proceeding to pinch his cheeks. With a musical little laugh, Stella plopped down next to the miserable prick, her elbows propped on her knees and head now resting in her hands. "Please, tell me what it's like to be you! Walk me through a day in the life of Azrael Malfoi, mercenary and asshole extraordinaire." She had contemplated just getting up and leaving, but this seemed like a significantly more amusing option.
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