#goldexperienced

She was actually kind of bored. She rolled her fingers across the sticks of chalk, eyes half open. Her memory seemed a little spotty in places now that she actually thought about it--like there were things she was forgetting. She shut her eyes, pursing her lips. Maybe it was just being in a new place that was making her feel so weird. After all, there were a ton of humans here.

When she opened her eyes, she turned to face one of the scalemates she'd brought with her. Pyralsprite was a given. But she'd also brought along Senator Lemonsnout. Slowly, the young troll reached for the lemony blur, grabbing exactly the right spot for it to let out a squeak. A chuckle escaped her lips and then a grin blossomed. Now there was a good way to alleviate her boredom.

That was why she was currently leaning out of the window, waiting for some unfortunate person to walk by. She waited until she could catch a whiff of someone new--a sort of familiar honey-like smell. She assumed they were probably a blond. She slipped back in the window, waited until they were close enough...

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                        it was different,

              how different from the past life he had,

              with his siblings and a nuisance,

              someone to call him out and complain

              when he as doing nothing but bathing;

              or the voice of his younger brother, the one

              related by blood, calling him names, disapproving

              of any & all of his actions. neither of that was there,

              no one to be noisy, no one to disapprove of his

              actions, no one to tell him what do do. it was

              paradise, perhaps utopia? although unreal,

              nonexistent,

              an explanation to why or how or for what purpose

              he was there was just as nonexistent, and so

              the vampire allowed himself to believe, perhaps,

              fate had been kind. or perhaps, albeit strange,

              his old man was behind all of this.

              but he didn't care, and it didn't matter,

              for whether there was a single purpose for his

              presence there, there was no one saying he would

              comply to what was being expected of him.

                                          [ i'm not interested... ]

              under the moonlight, tired eyes and sleepy being,

              the boy walked, looking for something one would assume,

              but shu was only, finally curious as to where he was,

              and just what exactly was going on there.

              although it still didn't concern him, or perhaps it did but

              he didn't care, walking aimlessly he was, in the middle