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Blueturtles and Saphire
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SaphireJoashia
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Nov 30, 2012 05:26PM
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Paranormal RomanceMaster/slave
Kidnapper
Runaways
High school Romance
Summer camp
Bad boy/ good girl or opposite
best friends
end of the world
Stepbrother/stepsister
Romance/danger
Cheater
summer camp but it has to be scarry and no love stuff.ewww!
well darn.oooooo! i have an idea brother and sister.The brother is a warewolf and the sister has to take care of him.And he is a real warewolf!Not a wannabe.Is that good?
It doesn't matter to me either.
night :( I'll create my charrie now
Name: ChrisAge: 15
Human form: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1v_1_hhWp84...
Wolf form: http://images2.fanpop.com/images/phot...
don't forget personality.Name:Grace Hedge (your last name too.)
Age:21
Looks:tall,red head,scars from her brother
Personality:calm,protective,caring to people who need it
I'm too lazy so I always do TBRP'd
We live in a small town called Carleston. It is a town that has only old families who have there children, who have there children. There isn't much talk here unless the mayor does the "unspeakable". This is the kind of town my brother needs. He isn't normal.My brother is the seventh son of a seventh son making him a warewolf. I just like to call him special though. He is my best friend. Then on the night of a full moon he isn't my brother any more.
We moved in last Sunday while everyone was at there little church. We unpaked very fast because we didn't have that much to begin with. Just some clothes, towels, plates with silver ware (not real silver), and money.
We got lots of that. All of the money our parents had goes to the one who takes care of Chris. My brothers were outraged that they wouldn't enharet there little fortune. They were even mad when I volentired to take care of him. Evan my twin brother, Mattew, was angry at me. When our parents died -first my mom then my dad- I never saw Matt agian.
Chris wakes up in the woods and sighs "another one down only a never ending amount left" he laughs at his pathetic joke and starts hiking to the "wolf tree" that his sister, Grace, made for him. Inside the tree are clothes that she sets out for him on the night of a full moon. He pulls on all the clothes and begins to run back to the home. On the way back he sees blood marks on the ground. Closing his eyes he thinks about how Grace works so hard to prevent him from seeing the horrible thing he became. Sighing he continues on.
Grace meets him outside the house. When he comes up she gives him a hug and pushes him inside."Go take your bath and when your done breakfast will be finished." she smiled at him.
'Is he even hungry,'she thought.'What if he all ready got something like a rat or a racon. Or maybe he stole food from the farm or worse a person. How would we explain that?'
"Thanks," he said, as he walked inside and to his bedroom.
((sorry, I always have a problem with that))"Thanks," he said, as he walked inside and to his bedroom. He closed his door, sighing. He hated being a werewolf, hated changing into a monster every full moon, but he knew that that made him a better person. He helped people and volunteered to make up for the things he has done as a wolf.
I started to make toast with jelly on it. We really need more food. I need a job. Maybe tomoero while Chris is in school I can go to the town. The dress shop is looking for workers.
Chris walked into his bathroom and took a quick shower. As he took his shower he wondered what he did that night as a wolf, like he did after every full moon. After he got out, he dried off and got dressed again.
When Chris came down stairs we ate and talked."How's school?" I asked.
"It's nothing." We sat in the awkward silence for what seemed like forever.
I picked up his plate and started to wash the dishes.
Then there was a knok at the door. I went over and opened it. A polic officer was standing at the door."Hi,I'm with the Charleston Polic Department. I am going around asking folks if they have seen this girl." he said with his mustash twitching with every word he spoke.
He handed me a picture of a girl. She had blond hair and brown eyes. She looked about 14 years old.
"I haven't seen her before, soery." I said.
"She went missing. We thought that she might have told her friends where she went. Maybe he has seen her around. Come here, son." he gestered to Chris.
Chris got up and walked to the door, "yes, sir?"
"Have you seen this girl?" he asked him.
"I've seen her around school before, but that's it."
"Let me know if you hear anything." he told me, then left.
