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Character Profile: RamonaName: Ramona Vega
Sexual orientation: Straight
Personality: To strangers (especially men) she appears as a love-sick, pensive, yet classy lady- a façade she has kept up for years. While some might describe her as quiet, she simply chooses her words very carefully. She draws men to herself through her appearance, or, when that fails, good old-fashioned deceit and lies, picking up on wisps of their thoughts and modelling herself into their ideal woman.
She has standards, though- she will only pick up guys almost as classy as herself, from locations like restaurants and bars (where she will almost certainly be fed and watered by them).
Appearance: Long, silvery caramel blond hair that reaches down to her hips, and side-swept fringe is held in place by a large ornamental hairpiece. She is very slender with long legs, but not very curvaceous. She has a cute, well-proportioned face with small, sensuous l
A Night To Remember: Chapter 2A Night To Remember
Wolf chuckled quietly and finished his drink, pushing it away from him and nodding at the bartender as he caught his eye. The man in the bow tie wandered over and refilled his glass, taking the change in Wolf's hand with a gruff 'thanks'.
"So..." he began, licking his lips after taking a swig of his liquor. "You staying here long?"
The alcohol was beginning to take effect on Wolf, making his vision slightly blurred and his words ever so slightly slurred. His gaze was also affected the liquor; it became bolder and more curious as his eyes travelled down the girl's body and her slender legs.
Ramona, no stranger to bars and the like, could clearly see the effects of the alcohol taking hold of the boy in front of her as his gaze roved up and down her.
"As long as you like," she replied, thinking that she might as well go all out if the alcohol did its job properly- at least half of the guys she'd been with could barely rememb
A Night To Remember: Chapter 1A Night To Remember
Never had Wolf seen so many stars. Having lived most of his life in huge, bustling cities filled with skyscrapers and pollution, the young city werewolf had to admit he'd never felt so intimidated by the night sky. It was a deep shade of purple, not yet black for the sun had only just dipped below the horizon. But already he could see several entire constellations twinkling above him.
After gazing up wards for so long, his neck had started to hurt. He rubbed it gently and averted his eyes to the palace that towered above him. He hadn't yet plucked up the courage to enter. Instead, he'd waited outside in the cool summer's breeze watching the fancily dressed guests saunter by through the huge, elaborate doors.
It suddenly occurred to him that he wasn't exactly appropriately dressed for such a place as his eyes lowered to his faded blue jeans, plain white t-shirt, casual blue jacket and scuffed white trainers. Ahh who cared?
Dancing In The Desert: Chap. 5
Dancing In The Desert
Alice flung the heavy rope over her shoulder as the 'take-down trio' made their way down the rocky path, back to where they had first seen the Rhinorses; the abandoned building.
"I don't see how we're going to be able to catch one of them with a shabby length of rope, a gun with only three bullets and a rusty knife," she stated, twirling the end of the rope in front of her as she walked.
Logan grunted in agreement.
"Don't forget," Frazer began, "Mama June said there were a pair of quad bikes stashed away somewhere, that'll make things easier."
Alice gave a snort of laughter. "As long as I'm driving, it will," she teased.
Meanwhile, back at the swamp, the demon, the angel and Arrow were having the time of their lives. The latter had been first to wade knee-deep into the ominous grime and was now half-heartedly swishing the net around. Lil was torn between wanting to be helpful and being completely grossed out
Dancing In The Desert: Chap. 4
Dancing In The Desert
One of the strangest creatures they'd seen yet had just stepped into the firelight, throwing its details into sharp relief.
"What the f-" Luska muttered.
"It talked," said Lil weakly.
It was some sort of crossbreed, no more than two feet tall on its back legs, which, like its hands, had three long sharp claws sticking out from them. Its features, arranged into a lazy smirk almost, were strangely cute with black surrounding its eyes. The fur was sleek and brown, if not rather scruffy, dirty and giving off a faint pong to add to the already musty scent in the air, and it dragged itself forward at an unhurried pace, putting it mildly.
"Taboo," Mama June repeated, seemingly unphased by the manky animal at her feet. "Where did you put that file full of old black magic notes?"
Taboo yawned loudly and scratched its rear with its clawed paw. Dude..." it droned, " ...slow down with all the questions..."
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