Recent content by TheNerd

7.5-8/10. I assume it's an OC, though I'm not sure.

1. The quirk Explosion 2. The Lycan race being real 3. A good standing with said Lycans

I have an idea for that, Law. We can work out a solid plot in PMs.

Celia internally sighed as she knelt down to his level, trying not to scare him off. "Mr. Damien, sir, please listen....I'm not going to hurt you, if you would let me, I could help you....," she said, her voice with a soothing quality to it. Her inner angel had come out...and its name was Farayui.

I've been on and off lately, school has really gotten to my head. I'll try to be active every other day, and I apologize for keeping the responses late.

Celia's bloodlust subsided slightly as she realized she'd transformed. She felt herself a bit, and she wasn't wearing the same clothes. By God, she'd actually lost control....her wings were spreading right behind her as she felt for her tiara, and sure enough, it was there. She was exposed, and...

I'm open to just about anything. You can go ahead and list them, there's bound to be one I like.

Celia felt Damien's pained aura and became immediately concerned. She looked about, trying to make sure she didn't drop anything. No....it wasn't that, something else was wrong, that had to be it. What on God's green earth was going on?! She rushed back up the stairs, her animalistic...

Celia took it, nodding respectfully. She was trying not to either go mad as she was or transform, the bloodlust and self hate was eating away at her, slowly but surely. She feared it was becoming noticeable, so she quickly turned about and rushed down the stairs to put them in the wash.

Celia had sensed he thought that way from her heightened aura sense during the full moon's day. The bloodlust turned to self hate as she knew she messed up. Of course, all of this was bottled up like nothing else. She went and grabbed the lemonade, then hurried back up to bring it up to him, her...

Celia realized that in her clouded mind, she'd forgotten the one thing she made first: the lemonade. "N-no sir, I'll get the drink right away!" she stuttered a bit, just as she rushed down, worry mixing with the bloodlust. She'd really forgotten the most important thing....how stupid of her.

Celia opened the door and came in with the platter, having included some fresh chicken with the fish. She instantly smelled blood from somewhere, and she was now trying her darndest not to act animalistic, succeeding in part.

Celia finished it up and plated it all, hurrying up the stairs with care to not spill anything, relieved she couldn't smell any humans anymore. She then knocked on the door, saying, "Mr. Damien sir! Breakfast is ready!" She tried so hard to keep from saying or doing anything stupid. The hunger...

Celia nodded, saying, "Yes ma'am." She went to finish making the breakfast, when the hunger started to set in. The bloodlust grew with each passing moment, and she was keeping the beast inside, caged up for now. It was far from being Monday, and she'd have to satiate her hunger by then...