#bloodyleopard

No matter how many of her own kind she cut down to try protect gentle folk they still had the audacity to attack her after.

Defeated and demoralised the orc found herself returning to the only place she'd felt appreciated, returning to the only person who'd treated her like she was worth anything.

Nervously she knocked at the door of the little house and waited, hoping she wouldn't be met with a lecture.

        🕷 Layla was well aware of the box she was locked in at the marine base. Who needed to send her to impel down when the thing that was stopping her was one man manning a large marine ship. It’s not like she could swim away , ha. 

             She’d ditched her father a while ago taking to morning basic tasks, training but it was such a breeze as the other new cadets struggled. The spider had harder days at Rainbase then running laps and lifting weights. Sure getting sweaty wasn’t her ideal state but it kept her away from Krattz and Jurry.  

             Or so she thought. 

             Jurry had an unholy obsession with her, a bond that her father wasn’t aware of. As far as the lieutenant was the vice-admiral just wished to make a right women out of the young pirate. Layla would rather drown then be forced into such an arrangement. Today was a right nightmare being that Jurry wasn’t alone; his toddler of a cousin was with him. Spandam.

              Gods, what was wrong with the men in this family? Who gave these children so much power? As they talked down to her, Layla strategized her escape. Which was just a quick escape out one of the windows. Unlike for them they couldn’t walk up walls like she could. Or at least they were so taken by shock she’d jump! So, as she got to one of the upper balconies she sat down. 

@bloody-leopard

Marco was in chains because he wanted to be, not because the CP9 agent was actually that good. Not by a far shot. In his search for answers he’d stumbled upon their operation and while Marco didn’t particularly care about it, he figured they might have some information. But so far all he’d found out was that they were doing one hell of a good job as shipwrights.

“Yoi~” Marco knew that the one that seemed like the leader heard him, that one always did even if he never acknowledged it. Everytime he’d claimed to need to piss he was given a bucket sooner rather than later. That little test had done quite well. “Pretty kitty~ Come here. Can I ask ya something?”

I want to send a huge shout out to @penciladdictontheweb, @bloody-leopard, @swordskingzoro, @beastyhound, @tenaxmiles, @twinfoodogs, @shiapolux, @helen-and-kiburi, @stardustgalaxy, @huxquan, @seakiumi, @an-absolute-truth, @thatchtheawesomecook, @evils-champion, @shambled-metal, @starlight-keys and @nobesidemanners for giving little OC muse a chance. I was very close to giving up rping when you all swooped in and made it fun for me again  

@bloody-leopard

The night was quiet and peaceful, only disturbed by the careful, hushed movements of a young woman. Cloaked in a dark brown cape, hood covering her long, raven hair, she was hard to spot in between the trees. Kneeling on the soft ground she was digging mindfully around plants with a handheld spade, pulling up its root. She brushed the dirt off the surprisingly plump looking thing and held it up in the dim moonlight, before she nipped off the stem. Carefully placing the root in her pouch with the others, she looked down at the beautiful flowers, brows furrowing at its waste.

Nodding to herself she rose, straightening out wrinkles from her skirt. She had no desire to wreck havoc to the rare type of flower, and she had enough to last her for a while now. Coming this far out from civilization in the middle of the night was only due to this flower. In fact obtaining its root was the sole purpose of coming to this island. It grew only in very specific tropes, and its qualities was always the most abundant at night, the only time it would bloom.

Gathering the rest of her things she made to leave, just as the feeling of a presence nearby shot through her. Eyes subconsciously scanned the woods, even if she knew she would not be able to see its origin. Brows furrowed a little deeper, it felt animalistic, and it felt…. Predative. Yet, what made her uneasy wasn’t as much the potential of being hunted, as the fact that this was no animal. Murky as it was, this was the energy of a human.