"Dana?! I thought her name was Fox. Wait, that's Mulder. What kind of name is Fox? I'm naming my kid Fox."
Tom walked into the camp, noticing some of the others staring at him. He looked a girl looking around oddly. He grinned, and snapped his figures, the mysterious shadow left. "How did you?" asked the Druid girl with a grin, a chipmunk came to her side. "Seems to me, this was a spirit of some kind, I told it to leave" He hissed with a cold voice. "Well, then, if it was just a regular animal, why did you have to fear it?" she asked. "Might have been" he responded with a smirk and walked off.
“We cling to our fairy tales until the price for believing in them becomes too high.”
My name is Alexandra
“We. We together. One being.
Flow together like water.
Till I can't tell you from me. I drink you. Now. Now”
- The Thin Red Line
Jaziel. Kaleo. Josiaia. Satrai.
As far as he was concerned, his family were not posh. His American parents, were neither.
He never really knew his parents. They probably went wild, just maybe. He wasn't so sure. The scent was strong in the small, Italian Girl. She was definitely something different, something strange. Something Supernatural.
He began to realise that It wasn't just him that was different. It was the whole camp, every single councillor, every pupil here. His parents had taken him to what he thought, was a prison Camp! He wasn't really bothered by it, at least he was away from those people he called Mortal...
He sat down, on the edge of the bridge, the water touching his bare feet. He thought how he was to phrase it.
"Do you feel everything around here? The aura? The non Mortal? I do..." He sighed.
He stood up, towering over the girl who was a year older than him. "Are you, a Different Species?"
He sighed looking down. What if he was wrong? He could've just exposed his secret. Just all he needed...
"Because I'm different..... I'm... I'm... A..a.a.a." He stuttered his words, trying to find them.
Musician, Dancer, and an Aspiring Paramedic.
Katherine looked confused, she couldn't tell if he was trying to be an ally or an enemy. She then pet the chipmunk on the head, she took a piece of pinecorn and craked it, "Does this work? hopefully the needles aren't on here?" She told them.