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There Was a Reason He Never Left The Castle [Active]
Character(s): Beast, open to everyone (Kenshin?)
Content: Beast is finding this place hard to get used to
Setting: Sort of around/near Vanaheim
Time: Just after Gabranth leaves Beast to himself
Warnings: None expected, will update as necessary.
"WHAT?!" Beast's roar echoed through the streets, as powerful and full of rage as ever. The reverberations of his distress made the person behind the counter of the small store cower in fear, nearly moved to tears. "You mean to tell me that I can't LEAVE?!" Beast spoke low and threatening, his chest rumbling and his words coming out in growled breaths, fangs bared emphatically with each syllable. He grabbed the poor clerk, lifting her up to his own eye level by his strong grip on her shirt. He brought her in close, enough that she could feel his hot breath. "You are going to help me find a place to live, understand?"
She nodded, scared that he'd maul her if she tried to refuse. He set her down on the floor, and inhaled slowly, eyes cast to the floor. The shop was still in good shape, somehow spared Beast's unbridled anger during his temper tantrum. It was a antiques and glass store, and had caught Beast's eye because of a clock in the window that reminded him of Cogsworth.
Content: Beast is finding this place hard to get used to
Setting: Sort of around/near Vanaheim
Time: Just after Gabranth leaves Beast to himself
Warnings: None expected, will update as necessary.
"WHAT?!" Beast's roar echoed through the streets, as powerful and full of rage as ever. The reverberations of his distress made the person behind the counter of the small store cower in fear, nearly moved to tears. "You mean to tell me that I can't LEAVE?!" Beast spoke low and threatening, his chest rumbling and his words coming out in growled breaths, fangs bared emphatically with each syllable. He grabbed the poor clerk, lifting her up to his own eye level by his strong grip on her shirt. He brought her in close, enough that she could feel his hot breath. "You are going to help me find a place to live, understand?"
She nodded, scared that he'd maul her if she tried to refuse. He set her down on the floor, and inhaled slowly, eyes cast to the floor. The shop was still in good shape, somehow spared Beast's unbridled anger during his temper tantrum. It was a antiques and glass store, and had caught Beast's eye because of a clock in the window that reminded him of Cogsworth.