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Hunt or be Haunted (BL)

“You, aren’t you scared of me?” “Why would I be?” The man asked, the red half of his white and blue hair covering his equally clashing eye colours. “I am a Hunter,” the dark blue-haired man said, frowning at the man, trying to look menacing. “Really?” The man said, unfazed as he went back to looking at the eyeballs he collected. “I could kill you where you stand!” “Why don’t you then?” The man asked, not even looking at him anymore. “I am completely defenceless right now, aren’t I?” It is the year, 3035. Mythical creatures such as Vampires and many more have suddenly come into existence. With them comes a divide, between humans and those creatures, thought to be myths and even amongst the creatures themselves. Jel Okonjo is a Vampire, in fact, he may just be the oldest vampire to ever exist in that world. An all-powerful person that is rendered harmless the moment the sun comes up, like all the creatures of this world. Or so they think. He has secrets of his own, being a creature that has lived for hundreds of years. And it seems a certain shapeshifter has started to catch his eye. Is it because he has a deep secret of his own or the fact that his blood burns Jel, unlike the sun. What could he have planned? And why all the secrets? What is true and what is false? Will they ever find out?

Moryoll · LGBT+
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Fiddling

Osbert looked at the tiny child below him as Tory sucked in a breath and kicked the man in the knees. The highest place he could reach. 

The confused man tilted his head to the side, even more, confused than before as Jel burst into laughter.

"What the hell??" He laughed so hard he had to put Hadley down otherwise he would drop her. Looking at the flustered boy, he said, "I didn't think that was what you meant by your previous sentence."

"What did he say?" Osbert asked, looking at Jel who was having a problem standing up from the fit of laughter that consumed him. 

"He just … said that he … he wanted to talk to you." Jel managed to say out, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Ok, I am alright now."

"You wanted to talk with me? About what?" Osbert asked, pointing to himself as he looked at the boy. "Are you … mad, perhaps?"