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@http-anti, Sorry if it’s a little wonky, English isn’t my first language

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Dark was sitting in his office chair, his head resting on his palm as he lazily read over some paperwork. He wasn’t retaining much, however, or getting anything done, half asleep as he mostly just pretended to be busy so he would’t get in trouble. He hadn’t slept well the last few nights due to this strange feeling of restlessness that had seemed to only worsen as the days passed, but he had ignored the feeling altogether...as well as the calendar.

Dark’s eyes snap open as soon as he begins to feel a sharp pan originating in his core, his face immediately turning as pale as a sheet. “N-No...” he mumbles to himself. The feeling was unmistakable despite Dark having newly been turned, and a quick glance at the calendar confirms the werewolf’s suspicions. 

He tries not to cry out in pain as the feeling intensifies and spreads throughout his body, and Dark clutches his stomach as he races to the bathroom, locking himself in a stall before he gets out his phone and calls the only person he could think of that might be able to help. He dials the number and holds the phone to his ear shakily, hardly able to breathe or focus on anything as his transition began to take place in the middle of the busy office. 

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Once upon a time, in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind.

One winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter storm.

Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But, she warned him not to be deceived by appearances; for beauty is found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s outward appearance melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress.

The prince tried to apologize, but it wa too late. For she had seen that there was no love in his heart, and as punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world.

The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose. Which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken.

Mark was healing.

Slowly but surely.

He wasn't sure if he was ready for a relationship yet, or if he wanted to stay alone for awhile.

One thing was for certain, he definitely liked Dark.

He got weird feelings around him and he was pretty sure it was love, or a crush but it seemed...strange.

Loving your demon counterpart wasn't very looked upon. He didn't care.

Mark was currently mute, he walked down the hallway and stopped in front of Dark's room, hesitantly poking his head in.

Mosias glided the halls, searching for their new Beast. It was exciting, if they were being honest. And they had done a good thing for the pup, which made Mosias happy in a way.

Rounding the corner, they bumped into someone who was most certainly not their Beast. Quite the opposite in fact, Mosias had bumped into the “Great Master Hoxfart” himself.

Or rather, Hoxmarch had walked right through them, which kinda pissed them off.