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Characters: Hawke Starfyr, Edward Cullen, Rosalie (she invited too!)
When: Shortly after this convo, BACKDATED to the 15th
Where: Rodalie's clinic
Rating: PG - Hawke's still mostly naked
Summary: The BloodSpeaker meets another vamp! Who knows what'll happen.
He waited for Rosalie's return, more than a little agitated himself. There were people here, people from home worlds, and he was more than afraid people he knew would show up. Not that he didn't miss his family, but he would rather not have them trapped here. This place was not healthy for them.
And now Rosalie's brother was here. From their previous conversations, he knew this one to be also a vampire, one who consumed blood to live. He wasn't afraid, but he was still slightly cautious. Predators had a tendency to be unpredictable.
In the meantime, Hawke continued his rounds in the clinic, looking out for danger, seeing if anyone needed help, and making certain there was no trouble. Hawke was still in his waist cloth and nothing else (since he was indoors, showing the scars he had. His feet were bare at the moment, and his hair had been drawn up into a pony tail and secured with the single thing braid that carried the strange stone beads in his hair.
When: Shortly after this convo, BACKDATED to the 15th
Where: Rodalie's clinic
Rating: PG - Hawke's still mostly naked
Summary: The BloodSpeaker meets another vamp! Who knows what'll happen.
He waited for Rosalie's return, more than a little agitated himself. There were people here, people from home worlds, and he was more than afraid people he knew would show up. Not that he didn't miss his family, but he would rather not have them trapped here. This place was not healthy for them.
And now Rosalie's brother was here. From their previous conversations, he knew this one to be also a vampire, one who consumed blood to live. He wasn't afraid, but he was still slightly cautious. Predators had a tendency to be unpredictable.
In the meantime, Hawke continued his rounds in the clinic, looking out for danger, seeing if anyone needed help, and making certain there was no trouble. Hawke was still in his waist cloth and nothing else (since he was indoors, showing the scars he had. His feet were bare at the moment, and his hair had been drawn up into a pony tail and secured with the single thing braid that carried the strange stone beads in his hair.