forum ONE ON ONE (WITH FORK SATAN)

Started July 09, 2018 by @ThatBackgroundSlytherin

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Name: Jules
Age: 37 (I assume they look younger cus they're supernatural?)
Gender: Male
Species: Angel
Looks: Short fluffy pink hair, Cream wings, tan skin, Brown eyes, 5'10, Dimples
Attire: Varies (Two can play at this game)
Personality: INFP, Shy, Sweet, Surprisingly heroic
Flaws: Overemotional, Sensitive, Blunt without meaning to be
Talents: Flying (wOW), Archery, doing things quietly
Hobbies: Knitting, collecting
Favorite Weapon: Bow and arrows
Worst Fear: Being abandoned
One Random Fact: HE loves the water
Other: Hufflepuff

(Oh snap I gotta mention that she has wings too

and she flies and shit cuz it's space)

ok neat so you start

Okie dokie one moment

okie dokie

Jules wandered through the port. Nope….no demon here…
He sighed. HE was supposed to find her before sunset three days from now. Stupid wanted Demon..

Smiling from the shadows, her sharp teeth glinting against the flickering streetlight down the road. Her wings stirred gently in the shadows, and she leaned off of the brick wall.

"Hey stranger." She purred in a deep and mysterious voice.

Jules raised an eyebrow and turned. "Yes?"

She slunk heavily from the darkness, a twisted grin on her face. "Looking for someone, hmmm?"

"Yes I am-wait….how did you know?"

She tosses her long hair over her shoulder, which looked black in the lighting, and looked at him again. "It's not possibly because they're the most wanted demon in the area or anything," She crooned, "what did she do, anyway?" She jutted her hips from side to side.

"Uh….how did you know it was a she?"

She shrugged nonchalantly. "Saw the wanted posters…"

He squinted. "What's your name?"

She leans back, squinting at him, trying to anger him by mocking. "What's your name?"

"Jules."

"Hmmmm…. I'm Bellatrix Lestrange." She said sarcastically, rolling her shoulders back.

"Riiiiiiggghhhhtttt."

Well, she certainly looked a little like Lestrange, minus the wings, which were fluttering behind her, as if laughing at her joke.
"Well, I'll be on my way, then." She grinned nervously at him and went starts jogging away.

Jules grabbed her arm. "Nope."

One of her wings smacks him violently on the face; she was trying to take off with him clinging to her arm.
"Get off!" She howled at him.

Jules gritted his teeth and held on. "Come back."

"Come back WHERE, hon?" She said through gritted teeth. "I don't know you!"

(I AM HERE

I AM REFRESHED

I AM………BISQUE!)