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Started May 14, 2018 by @quietquirks

tune

“I’m just gonna… walk away…?”

Cyrus looked over at Tony, then over at his own shadow and nodded. “Go on ahead. You’re lucky that I’m tall as hell,” he said with a slight chuckle, eyes scrunching as he did so.

Tony nods, slowly moving into his shadow, he stumbles, but manages to hover a little bit, catching himself. He stands in the shadow and lets out a relieved sigh, growing a bit stronger.

After a moment, Cyrus looked over at Tony again with an arched brow. “Any better? Should we find a place out of the sun completely?” He asked, arms folding loosely over his chest.

Tony nods, "Please." he said quietly. He brushes some hair from his face.

Cyrus gave a nod and motioned for Tony to follow as he began walking. “Think you can stay in my shadow while walking?” He questioned further.

Tony nods, walking after him, making sure to stay in the others shadow. His pale skin seemed almost grey. He releases a bit of air and sighs softly.

Cyrus walked at a decent pace, trying not to take longer strides than Tony, but that felt strange to him. He made his way out of the graveyard, walking into the town area.

Tony follows, pulling his hood up a bit. He was wearing a casual outfit, topped off with a hoodie and he was glad he had decided to wear it. His slender hands fall back to his side.

Cyrus glanced around at nearby buildings before pointing at one- a café. “What about there?” He suggested.

Tony nods, smiling a bit, "Thanks…" he mutters, looking towards the other. "Not many are willing to help me… since I drain peoples blood…" he says after a moment, he still felt guilty. He never liked killing.

Cyrus gave a loose shrug as he walked towards the café. “I mean- I kill people too, so we are kinda in the same boat with that sort of thing. Gotta stick together, y’know?”

Tony nods, smiling a bit. A potential friend, perhaps? He had always been shunned for who he was, so this was a bit surprising… in a good way, after all. He hums as he walks, nodding. "I guess you're right." he smiles a bit at the other.

Cyrus flashed a quick grin before approaching the doors to the café. He held the door open for Tony, motioning for him to go inside.

(Have you read the prophecy in the MR/PJ rp?)

Pm me, kay?))

Tony smiles and enters, waiting for the other. he looks over the cafe, not to crowded. He releases a breath.

Cyrus stepped in behind Tony, hands stuffed loosely into his pockets as his red eyes shifted across the room. He stepped over to a nearby table, sliding into a seat. He did frown, though, when his knees pressed to the underside of the table, causing him to have to stretch his legs out a bit.

Tony sits across from him, looking around. He sighs softly before looking at the other. "So, Cyrus. How long have you been a Wendigo?" he asks curiously.

Cyrus tapped his foot as he thought. It had been quite a long time. “482 years, I believe,” he said.

Tony nods, "I can't even remember how long I've been like this… all I really remember…" he has a small flashback, his brothers fangs sinking into his neck. He shakes his head, "Maybe 465 years ago? I don't quite remember." he chuckles.

Cyrus nodded slowly in understanding. “Were you always a vampire? Can people be born vampire?” He questioned.