Only a moment later, did Warren find something of a dark velvet-like hue, lying amidst a bushel of broken sticks and patchy grass, only slightly covered in the light snow. The alpha edged closer to the near violet fabric when he noticed it to be a blanket. Still, however, there was no movement, not even a cry. Warren cursed under his breath, as he came upon the blanket, thinking that something or someone had gotten to it before he had. It was only when he took a step closer, that he saw the small hand that reached out from the soft velvet violet blanket with a gold K embroidered upon each side of it. He bent down to get a closer look, relieved that the infant was alright, but still hesitant in making a decision of what he should do with the little human. Kazmiyah always watched from afar, careful not to stand too close to the window as she didn't want to be spotted by any of the kid bystanders that left the school. Watching them leave brought a feeling that she could only describe as bittersweet, knowing that these kids were relieved to be away from their seven-hour day of school. That is until one night the town was attacked and Kazmiyah was found by chance by Falcon, the young Lycan Alpha. At one time, imagined positively how great it would be to be a part of the Crescent family, Kazmiyah realized the dream was just a silly fantasy as things begin to quickly spiral out of control.
The children of the sun and moon have gone through numerous trials throughout their young lives. And the fight has just begun. With Bellarossa, the bloodletter of inhumans and the Zodiac on the loose, Kazmiyah and Aurora find that they have more in common than they originally thought. Those commonalities are what bring them together in a way to put aside their differences to teach one another to adjust to the life that they were given while searching for the antagonists that made their lives hell. Can the children of the sun and moon place their feelings unbalanced mentalities aside to get to Bellarossa and the Zodiac?
*COMPLETE* “The cold does not bother me.” I assured. Sometimes, as odd as the thought happened to be, I feared that this strange chill was my doing in the first place. It wasn’t completely unbelievable when considering all of the abnormal things about me so far. The thought caused me further self-questioning when I found that my room was the only one brimming with this cold according to Dr. Byrne and Nurse Lisa Jones. It also granted me pause to find that this chill did not start until I made my appearance to this place.
An odd feeling of anxiety swept over her while she sat there under the large, old Ash tree; her odd colored eyes skimming through the words written across the pages of her novel robotically, while her mind was undoubtedly elsewhere. The unsettled feelings that she had weren’t particularly placed. They never really were; always considered more so a side-effect of whenever she decided to make the reckless decision to neglect her more primal needs. A sudden overbearing shadow, aside that of her favorite beautiful tree, hovered in the remaining light that the tree captured of the sun, averting her attention but not her gaze. Afterall, she already knew who the statuesque guy was that was standing before her. "Hello, brother." She greeted.
*WARNING* IMPLIED FORCED SEXUAL ACTS PRESENT IN CHPT29-32 Born second, to the late Kobra and Belleza Kinkayd, Kieran was born into a Dystopian world of war-a war that has been going on for decades. She was considered a special and rare piece of humanity as she was born with Albinism; and in the world lived in that day and age the Albinos were a rarely seen race of humanity, considered treasures even to the enemy. Now with both her father and her mother gone. There is only Kimora, her older sister, and 23 year old Kieran left with the overwhelming responsibility of everyone looking to to them for hope. Things take a turn for the worse however, when Kieran is f****d to turn herself in in exchange for the safety of her people, not knowing that it was only a trap. Now captured and in custody of the Demoi, Kieran is useless and has to figure out a way to grieve for what she has lost and survive the a***e and t*****e of being prisoner to the Demoi and their cold, mysterious and attractive King, Casimir. 'When I finally regrouped with everyone else, they were crying and grief-stricken over the man. I wanted to cry; I was very grief-stricken as well. Yet another of the few that we had left was gone under my watch. But there was no room for crying-there was no time to grieve. Not while we were still out in the open and not while we were being hunted. “We grieve when we get to safety.” I said. It may have sounded cruel; and I gathered as much when I looked into my sister’s eyes, but it was true. We just lost one of our own...I didn’t want to lose anyone else. “Keep moving.”
“So, you going to tell me your name or am I just wasting my time here?” She asked. Done with the charade of entertaining her weak passes, he stood from his seat as the bus came to its stop and eased passed her. “Maverick.” He finally answered. “Maverick Singh.” He stepped into the aisle as people started exiting off of the bus. “And no thanks.” Before she could even make a rebuttal, he kept to his stride, not wanting her to even think that there was any further chance at conversation. He wasn’t in the market for a girlfriend at this point in his life; and if he were being honest with himself, he just didn’t think that he had the mentality for one. He looked around for the first bathroom that he could find so that he could tidy up and no sooner he found one he started to make a beeline for it when… “Son?” The sound of the man’s voice stopped him in his tracks. Initially, he thought to keep walking. Not to be rude or mean but just to act like he didn’t hear the man’s voice so he could freshen up and maybe start this conversation fresh. But he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t ignore his father. Having made a deal with his father at 18, Maverick Singh is home from an honorable discharge from the Navy. Per the deal, and against his initial desires Maverick agrees to run his father's company and his namesake Maverick Industries. Unexpectedly sucessful, now he is forced to take on an assistant. And she's a little more fiery and familiar than he initially expected.