" You have to think carefully about this. You know ill be here for you no matter what. So will all the others." Amber said soothingly hugging her.

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I don't know what to do. I just don't even want to think about it. I don't understand. I can't think. She sent, covering her face and choking on sobs. Her shoulders shaked and she tried to think of what to do, but her brain was just spinning around so many times. Maybe it was wrong. Maybe I messed up so the test lied. Maybe none of this is even happening.

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"BlaiseHaramen" wrote:

October didn't say a word. She continued to follow him though. She stared at her feet.

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There was a dull throbbing in Sky's head, but he dissmissed it, not sure weather it was going to grow into one of the painful headaches, or if it was just because it had been a long time since he slept, without being knocked unconciouss... He sighed.

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"How do you know where you're going?" October asked quietly.

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"Ok . Well as soon as you know. You tell me. " Amber told Anya. Amber could smell food cooking. "Nearly meal time " she told Anya s

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is this privet or free to all and can i join?

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(Can I join you peoples?)

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"BlaiseHaramen" wrote:

"How do you know where you're going?" October asked quietly.

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Name: Trystan Age: 16 Species: Nekomimi Looks: Raven black hair that hangs in front of his eyes, giving him a very animeish look about him. Red fox ears and tail, always wers blue jeans, a white T-shirt, and his brothers jacket. The jacket comes from a long line of hunters, and so it has his family's insignia on it. Other: Could be counted as dangerous, if he wanted to be. Very loyal to friends, he will fight for them, and boy does he know how to fight. When he fights, he wraps a blue headband around his eyes, blinding him so he relies mainly on smell and sound while in a conflict. Carries his dad's knife inside his jacket, making sure to keep it well hidden. Trystan stepped out of the bus he had taken here, looking around. He smelled the many different species here, the most prominent being the vampire scents. He had some rather, unpleasant encounters with vampires, as his scars would tell, so instinctively he clutched his knife. "Hello? Anyone here who isn't a walking leech?" He looked around some more, following his nose towards the smell of food.

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