Make Believe (Eranil Morathim and NightRabbit)
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				Title: <strong>Make Believe (Eranil Morathim and NightRabbit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>09-08-2012, 05:32:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lht5e49ncY1qhiwpeo1_500.jpg)</div> Moira Dean slowly drove her SUV into the driveway of a well-loved place, her late grandparents' house (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v514/unappropriate/nana%20pictures/Untitled-53.jpg). Her grandfather left it to her in his will and he'd died only recently. The house was still in good shape, the lawn kept up. Moira parked her car and got the keys out. She didn't have much to move in from her tiny apartment in the city, besides most of the furniture was still there. <br>She opened the door and let memories flood her mind. Many summers had been spent there exploring the woods, going to the lake nearby for swimming and barbeques, and stargazing in the backyard after catching fireflies. She could still remember coming downstairs in the morning to her grandmother's homemade strawberry waffles. After she died Moira's grandfather carried on the tradition. Tradition...that was something very important to him. Moira found herself too much of a realist thanks to her nursing career to carry on with some of the more whimiscal rites he'd taught her, like carrying a four leaf clover on Friday the thirteenth or wishing on stars. One tradition held so much importance to him that he requested she continue it upon acquiring the house. <br><br>Ever since Moira could remember her grandfather would always make a plate of steak before dinner then take it outside along with a mug of cold beer. He would leave it on a tree stump close to the woods, then after dinner he'd bring back an empty plate and mug. He said it was for the Guardian that had looked after the family for ages. He would warn her to always make a plate for this Guardian otherwise he'd make them pay. As a child she would take heed to this and sometimes slip a cookie onto the tree stump and whisper a thank you. As she grew older the Guardian joined the ranks of other childhood figures such as Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. <br>So then as the beautiful redhead began to unpack her things, she decided to give closure to the story and prove that after all these years, Grandpa just wanted to tell a good tale.
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				Post by: <strong>Eranil Morathim</strong> on <strong>11-08-2012, 05:11:09</strong>
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				Ian McManus was sitting in his lair, a cave in the woods behind the Morrigan family home. While his human body had been dead and decaying for ages, his spirit had been given the form of a gold dragon to protect the family. His ability to polymorph made this job even easier, many times he'd taken the form of a squirrel or some other small creature and scampered right up to the house under the very nose of the family he guarded. <br><br>Sitting in his lair in human form he looked up and sniffed the air. Something in the area had changed, he quickly stood up and dashed out of his cave. Along the way he polymorphed into a rabbit, both to make himself more inconspicuous and to allow him to reach the edge of the woods more quickly. He reached the stump where his tribute had been left for many years by the family's most recent patriarch, who had only recently passed. Seeing nothing, Ian quickly bounded through the back yard to the front. He stopped and sat in the yard, seeing an unfamiliar SUV and the front door of the house wide open.<br><br>Before acting, Ian decided to wait and examine the situation. After looking around he saw a lovely young redhead. After a moment he recognized her, it was Moira, only she had grown up since he had last seen her. His rabbit nose twitched as he sat up and looked at her, watching as she started to haul boxes in. He remembered her leaving him the occasional cookie for him fondly. Silently he wondered if she would be staying at the house or if she was merely packing things up to leave and sell the house.
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				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>17-08-2012, 03:18:13</strong>
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				Everything looked as it had before Grandpa John died, thanks to Moira's older cousins and their wives coming often to keep it clean. They'd had hoped to sell the house and split the money, that is until they found out Moira had been bequeathed almost everything. No hard feelings were had, they never had any fondness for their grandfather anyway. He'd been too hard and old fashioned with them, in their opinion. As a result, Moira didn't have to worry about cleaning anything that day. She'd finished all of her unpacking by sunset then closed and locked the door for the night. Out of nostalgia she had set up her bed in her old room upstairs.<br>It had stayed mostly the same, except that she'd donated all the toys and children's furniture to her oldest cousin's daughter.<br>The walls were still painted beige and an adult bed now replaced her old one. She'd moved the dressers from the guest room in there<br>to finish the upgrade (http://i399.photobucket.com/albums/pp79/brooklyn_black/brown_green_bedroom.jpg). The view of the woods from her window never failed to bring a slight smile to Moira's face. <br><br>She looked at her watch before stripping down to take a shower. She felt liberated that she didn't have to shut the blinds and worry about peeping tom neighbors. She was on the second floor for goodness sake, only someone with access to their backyard and a good position in the trees would be able to see her. After a long warm shower Moira pulled on her pajamas (http://i85.photobucket.com/albums/k69/FearTheDarkness_01/hot%20topic/Pajamas/lingerie.jpg) and went downstairs to make dinner. Since it was the first night in she only made some macaroni and cheese and salad. However she left the stump outside decidedly empty. She cleaned her dishes then went up to read in bed for a bit before finally drifting off to sleep. Now she would prove to herself that the Guardian was just make believe. Not the best idea...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Make Believe (Eranil Morathim and NightRabbit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eranil Morathim</strong> on <strong>27-08-2012, 06:57:53</strong>
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				Ian watched for a while and saw that Moira was indeed unpacking. He bounded off to the back yard, happy that he once again had someone to protect and he was certain she would keep up the tradition. Back in his lair, Ian returned to his human form and thought for a moment of going to the house from a different angle, but decided against it. He decided that could wait. Besides, how would he explain that he was there? It wasn't like this was a bustling neighborhood after all. He settled in to his cave for a while and relaxed until a little before sunset. <br><br>Finally deciding to move again, Ian changed to a squirrel this time, climbing into the trees and jumping the branches as he scurried to the edge of the woods. He wasn't sure when she ate dinner but figured it had to be soon. He was curious if she would remember to pay tribute. Glancing up to the house, Ian caught sight of Moira as she came from the shower. She was more beautiful than he remembered, her creamy skin glistened with the water still running from her hair. He couldn't help but watch as she got dressed, he was transfixed by such beauty. Finally, with some assistance from her leaving the window, Ian was able to take his eyes from her. Silently he admonished himself, he shouldn't have been staring at her anyway.<br><br>He waited until well past dark before finally deciding that he would be getting nothing tonight and heading back to his lair. "Its nothing." He told himself "She simply forgot with the move and all. Her Grandfather taught her what to do, she used to do it all the time." He said silently as he returned to human form in his cave and tried to reassure himself it was simply a minor oversight. Certainly the girl that had treated him on occasion so many times before wouldn't now forget what her grandfather's one request had been.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Make Believe (Eranil Morathim and NightRabbit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>28-08-2012, 04:25:03</strong>
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				Somehow a particularly nice dream about marrying Ryan Reynolds faded, giving way to a nightmare that took over Moira's dreamscape. Night fell into its blackest depths, clouds covered any stars and only the pale moonlight showed through. She found herself standing naked by a pitch black lake surrounded by mountains. She could see her breath in the cold air dancing upwards. Leaves crunched under her feet as she slowly went to look into the lake. Watching the water, she could barely make something out swimming on the surface. A huge scaly head slithered by, eyes full of fury. Fury directed straight at her. Suddenly a hand reached out and grabbed Moira from behind. It felt cold, clammy, and heavy. She turned to see her Grandfather, a disapproving look sat on his half decayed dead face. She woke up screaming. Frantically breathing she looked aorund her room. No undead Grandpa, no lake monsters. It had just been a creepy, ugly nightmare.<br><br>Later on that morning things felt a bit better. Moria had gotten some breakfast and had dressed for getting reacquainted with the neighborhood. Sandals, a light t-shirt, and cut off shorts gave her full opportunity to enjoy the warm summer weather. It was a really lovely place to live though there was more forest than houses near that area. Closer to town itself it became more populated and busy. In spite of that Moira remembered a child or two around her age that lived nearby. In particular a girl named Bethany Herbert. While Moira had been what her grandmother kindly called "fluffy" until puberty, Bethany always had been thin as a rail with buck teeth. She wondered whatever happened to Bethany. Strolling up the lane she saw the Herbert house, the curtains were drawn and a rather pricy car sat in the driveway. A slender blonde woman in a sundress came out of the house. She gave Moira a cautious look before squinting at her,"M-Moira? Moira Dean?"<br><br>It was well into the night when they'd finished catching up. Bethany had indeed grown into her teeth and gotten a job as a record executive. Her parents were alive and well retired in Miami somewhere. It was good to see her. They'd talked about old times, Grandpa John, the house, and strangely his ritual of leaving something in the backyard. Moira had laughed about it saying she was too old to believe in such things. However now as night fell, she stared solmenly at the very offering spot smoking a cigarette. Her nightmare came back to her. "Sorry Grandpa, I love you but I'm just not cowing to superstition." She whispered to no one in particular. Again, she went inside for the night and left nothing on the stump before going to bed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Make Believe (Eranil Morathim and NightRabbit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eranil Morathim</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 07:01:26</strong>
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				Ian came out of the woods and once again saw nothing on the stump. Irritation started to grow within him. He had let Moira's oversight slide the previous night thinking she had been distracted. There was no excuse for her oversight this time. <br><br>Ian once again polymorphed, this time taking his dragon form. A majestic gold dragon now stood in the back yard. Scales glimmered in the moonlight, his powerful wings rippled with the slight breeze. Two large strides brought his head even with the second story window. Noticing her bedroom window was open her carefully poked his head inside. <br><br>With his entrance, a strong scent of saffron and incense filled the room. Using extreme care he moved his head to her bed, his dragon mouth close to her ears, jaw tendrils hanging to the floor, trailing through the room. "Heed your grandfather, Moira." He said into her ear in a low growl. <br><br>He pulled his head out of the window, leaving the strong scents of incense and saffron still filling the room. Ian transformed once more into a human and returned to his lair. He hoped his simple warning would be enough to get Moira to come around. He walked into his cave and laid there with his thoughts before he drifted off to sleep.
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				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>12-10-2012, 07:55:00</strong>
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				Moira had been clueless to the dragon's intrusion, except for her dreams making way for his warning. The young redhead tossed and turned. Nightmares of hands dragging her down into the earth kept repeating, as did words of listening to her grandfather. She woke in the middle of the night with a start. Breathing frantically, she looked around the room. Everything was the same except for a certain musky, earthy scent.<br><br>The next day Moira didn't leave the house. As groggy as she was from her disrupted sleep last night, she didn't think it wise to be driving around anyway. She was determined to be right. Still in a simple t-shirt and pajama shorts, she shut herself up in the attic. She wanted to see if any clues about something in the backyard would arise. After three hours of searching old letters and pictures Moira gave up. <br><br>A rumbling and cracking sounded outside. She went over to the attic window to see what happened. Thunder and lightning heralded the rain that came thumping against the roof. It started as a sprinkle but absolutely poured by the evening. Though it dried by night time, once again Moira stubbornly refused to put anything on the stump in the backyard. Nightmares or not, there was absolutely nothing out there. She assured herself of this as she took a shower and once again went to sleep. There was nothing to be afraid of. All of this was just her subconscious grieving over her grandfather...right?
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				Post by: <strong>Eranil Morathim</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 04:57:32</strong>
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				Once again Ian found no offering left for him at dinner time. He seethed as he made his way back to his lair. This was the last straw, he paced about his cave on the water's edge as he formulated a plan. He hated the thought of it, he had always liked Moira and had kept an especially close watch on her when she was younger. Something had to be done though, her eyes needed to be opened once more.<br><br>Ian waited just beyond the tree line until Moira went to sleep. He watched until the bedroom light flipped off then waited, readying himself for the task at hand while he waited to be sure she was asleep. Once he was certain she was sleeping deeply he headed for the house.<br><br>Once more using his ability to polymorph, he transformed into a bat and flew into to open second story window. Once inside and on the floor he returned to human form. Silently he moved to the head of the bed where Moira slept. He lightly ran his left hand over her eyes, casting a spell on her to send her into a deep sleep temporarily. That done he wrapped her blankets snugly around her and scooping her into his arms.<br><br>Ian for a moment contemplated the window, but decided that with Moira in his arms, the back door would be best. He walked outside, closing the door behind him. Carrying Moira through the woods, he returned to his lair an laid her down inside the cave. Ian then took his dragon form and laid down in front of the entrance, blocking it as he heady aromas started filling the confined area and the sleep spell on Moira started to wear off 
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				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 23:43:17</strong>
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				Moira began to toss and turn. Her bed began to feel incredibly uncomfortable. Something kept sticking her in the back and the smell of incense began to float around her. She couldn't quite tell if she was dreaming or awake. With a groan she sat up and yawned, wondering what that smell could be. When she heard the crunching and rustling of leaves her dark brown eyes flew open. Why would she be sleeping on leaves?<br><br>Little did she expect to see a huge golden dragon upon looking up. Moira let out a blood curdling scream as she scrambled to get away. She had to be dreaming. Unfortunately, the pebbles and sticks prodding her hands and feet said otherwise. Haphazardly she got to her feet and began to back up slowly. Moira began to do something she rarely did. From outright fear she began to cry. Her heart pounded against her ribcage. What the hell was happening?
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				Post by: <strong>Eranil Morathim</strong> on <strong>15-10-2012, 23:58:25</strong>
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				The dragon slowly lifted his head as Moira awoke, his jaw tendrils brushing the floor if the cave. "I see ye are awake." Ian said nonchalantly in an Irish brogue. His eyes examining Moira as she scrambled to her feet. He remained calm, knowing there was only one exit for her and he was blocking it.<br><br>Casually he moved his tail away as it had been curled around him. Now he would find out sooner or later what was going on. "What happened to ye Moira?" He asked " Ye grew into a lovely woman, but ye closed yer eyes as ye grew." He added remembering the little girl he watched grow up as he spoke to her.
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				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>16-10-2012, 01:10:10</strong>
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				As the dragon spoke to Moira his brouge brought to mind her grandfather's. She remembered a conversation they'd had a long time ago. At a young age she'd been drawing a picture of their family at the kitchen table, but had forgotten someone...Grandpa John had looked over her shoulder and corrected her.<br><em>"Such a lovely picture Moira darlin'. Who've ye got there?"<br>"It's our family, see? I even drew the house!"<br>"Oh but yer forgettin' someone important. What about the Guardian?"<br>"Oh. Well what does he look like?"<br>"He looks like...many things. Our family has said lots of different things. I've always thought of him as a golden knight."</em><br>Moira had a sudden epiphany. It all made sense though she hated to admit. The brouge, the golden scales or 'armor', he even knew her name! This was the fabled Guardian. Her knees went weak in shock. "Y-You aren't supposed to exist." She sniffed, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. "Science says spirits and especially dragons don't exist. How the hell is this happening?" She demanded angrily.
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				Post by: <strong>Eranil Morathim</strong> on <strong>16-10-2012, 01:28:24</strong>
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				Ian couldn't help but chuckle a little at her reaction. "Aye, science may say so. Yet here I am before ye lass." He said lowering his head. <br><br>Ian polymorphed into his human form. He now stood before Moira. A tall, muscular man with pale red hair and intense, penetrating green eyes, which were fixed on Moira. "Why now is it so hard to believe what ye not only believe in as a child, but your grandfather did as well?" He asked his eyes still fixed on her. <br><br>Slowly, Ian started to close the distance between the two of them, never taking his gaze from her as he moved with practiced footwork through the cave. "I do exist, Moira, and ye broke the arrangement." He spoke in a low tone as he closed on her.
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				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 08:19:40</strong>
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				The lithe young woman had no answer for him as he dismissed her scientific beliefs. A frustrated blush came to Moira's ears as she adjusted a strap of her blue striped pajama top, bringing it back to her shoulder. When she looked back up the dragon had changed into a handsome though very intimidating man. He easily towered over Moira since she only stood five feet and four inches tall. <br><br>Moira felt her blood run cold. Her doe-like dark brown eyes went wide as he interrogated and got closer. She felt goosebumps rise on her skin as she quickly moved back. Unlike the Guardian she didn't know to watch for a creature's leg bone about to make her slip. She winced as her bare foot met the hard cold bone before it rolled out from under her. With a gasp Moira was flat on her bottom looking up at the once revered family guardian. Moira was breathing hard now. Grandpa had warned her not to forget him. 
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				Post by: <strong>Eranil Morathim</strong> on <strong>18-10-2012, 08:51:05</strong>
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				As Ian's muscular six foot six inch frame closed the distance between himself and Moira, he watched her foot lower onto one of the bones littering the cave. He started to reach for her but she was on the ground before he could catch her.<br><br>He took the final few steps between them and squatted down in front of the young woman, placing a strong hand on her semi bare shoulder. "Why did ye nor hold up your end of the arrangement? Did your grandfather not warn ye?" He asked, he already knew the answer but wanted to see what she would say.<br><br>"I watched ye grow up, Moira. I've been watching over ye from the moment ye came back three days ago." He told her, trying to get her to see what he was. Her family was important to Ian, and Moira had become a bit of a favorite over the years, the last one he would expect to forget him. "Why did ye forget me Moira?" He asked, the tone of his voice conveying no more than curiosity
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				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>19-10-2012, 09:56:20</strong>
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				"I didn't forget..." Moira couldn't look him in the eye and shrank from his touch. Why did he need an offering anyways? He wasn't a deity or anything. Moira remembered her grandfather going out there rain or shine every night as a child. Even against snow when he'd had a bad cold, Grandpa John went out there against her grandmother's wishes. <br><em>"He'll understand if ye don't go out there tonight John, it's almost a blizzard!"<br>"I have to go Lana. It's my duty."<br>"Yer ill John, don't ye go out there like that. He'll understand."<br>"If he don't help me protect the family then who will, now???"</em><br>No matter what she had said, Grandma Lana hadn't been able to keep him inside. Moira's cousins told her he kept on going out there even when his health had started to dwindle a few years back. Moira smirked as she stood. "I didn't forget. I just grew up. You weren't supposed to exist. I was going to prove that. Grandpa always let tradition lead him by the nose. I went to college and got a realistic view on things. You were fanciful and imaginary. You were never seen. You demanded he feed you every night and you didn't even have the decency to show your face to any of us. Not even at his fucking funeral. Some Guardian..." By now her dark brown eyes had gotten almost black with anger. Moira didn't care if she got lost. She would find her way back to the woods she knew and home. She flipped her red hair over her shoulder and was about to storm out. 
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				Post by: <strong>Eranil Morathim</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 06:21:25</strong>
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				Ian snarled a little at her comments. "Ye obviously don't know the rules or the story. Or even why I'm here." He said with a low growl as he returned to his feet. Even in his human form the growl echoed through the cave. "Just because ye didn't seem me doesn't mean I wasn't there. Yer grandfather was a strong, noble man. A smarter man, or one that cared more about his family ye will never find." He said as his eyes narrowed. "It's clear I exist Moira. And I have watched over your family for longer than ye know. I watched yer grandfather grow up, and his grandfather before him, and longer." He told her, still growling.<br><br>He stepped aside as she stormed out of his cave. Making a quick decision, he darted in front of her. His emerald green eyes piercing into her own. "If ye want to know why I'm here, go to the other side of town. Then perhaps ye will rethink yer position. Then maybe ye will be ready to listen to me, and perhaps i will still be ready and willing to help." He told her through clenched teeth as he stepped aside, his gaze never leaving her.
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				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>22-10-2012, 11:17:04</strong>
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				Moira didn't want to hear it. She had a stubborn streak a mile wide and it took a lot to convince her to change her mind, once a decision had been made. She gathered up the blanket she'd been carried in, now dirty from the cave. Whoever this guardian was he had the nerve to challenge her. Though she still held a bit of fear for him--only sensible since he was a dragon and could eat her if he so chose--Moira held on to her anger. Whatever "story" the guardian had couldn't be good enough to explain why her grandfather had to risk his health, especially to someone absentee in her mind. "You know what? I just might do that. Don't wait up for dinner honey..." She sassed carrying her blankets out with her. Thankfully she had a clean set in the closet back home.<br><br>She emerged from the lair and took a deep breath as the morning sun kissed her smooth freckled skin. Moira was relieved to see the house was within sight. It didn't take her long to get home, dump the dirty blankets, and after securely closing her bedroom window going to freshen up. After a nap for a couple of hours and some lunch she decided to take the guardian's challenge. She would go all out. Bethany had told her of a nightclub that had just opened up on the other side of town. It was a much more urbanesque area than their calm neighborhood. This would be perfect to not only show she would be fine but let loose and have some fun.<br><br>Moira curled her hair into loose waves for the occassion and painted her nails black, they would match the silk bra and thong she'd be wearing under her dress. Moira changed into a black and forest green corset dress (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mamgvkFtHu1rtyfxuo1_500.jpg) she knew would catch some glances, it hugged her body in all the right places and gave a teasing glimpse of her cleavege. Some black high heels and a green ribbon choker would top off her look. 'If he needs something to watch so bad, he can watch me party my ass off.' The young redhead admired herself in the hallway mirror on her way out. She got into her SUV and drove off. <br><br>It wasn't long before she needed to stop for gas. By that time it was starting to get dark. She turned into a gas station not paying attention. She accidentally bumped into a really nice black sports car and the owner had been standing next to it. Quickly she got out to apologize. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to...hit your car..." Moira didn't know whether this was a lucky chance or not. When she got a good look at the owner of the car he was tall, dark haired, and tattooed. He looked like the type you wouldn't take home to mother but would certainly take back your own home. 'God he's hot! This was such an good idea!' The young redhead thought to herself. "I'm so sorry I bumped into your car. Does everything look alright?" She asked. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Make Believe (Eranil Morathim and NightRabbit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eranil Morathim</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 08:07:58</strong>
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				Ian stepped aside as Moira stormed out. Once she was gone he strode down the tunnel in the back of the cave and went to his study. He picked up a book and started to read to try to clear his head. "She'll be alright." He told himself as he shook his head. He knew what he wanted to be doing, what he should be doing. But Moira was gradually tying his hands more and more. Before long he may not be able to help her. He went back to his reading and hoped for the best while preparing for the worst.<br>******************************************************************************************************************************<br><br>The man angrily threw down the cigarette he had been smoking and whipped around, growling as his face was twisted into a snarl. A flicker of deep purple crossed his eyes for a moment. When he recognized who was before him he calmed down. <em>Oh, the Dean girl, and by herself. No guardian around, this could be my chance."</em> He thought to himself.<br><br>"It's quite alright, no harm done." He said as he looked at the vehicles. His deep brown eyes looked her over and he licked his lips absently. "Jacob McCray." He said as he held his hand out. "So what brings a lovely young woman like yourself out here?" He asked as he leaned against his car.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Make Believe (Eranil Morathim and NightRabbit)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NightRabbit</strong> on <strong>24-10-2012, 08:37:56</strong>
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				For second Moira bit her lip anxiously as he seemed ready to snap. However he calmed down quickly, so she did as well. Butterflies started fluttering in her stomach. She smiled and gave his hand a polite squeeze. "Nice to meet you Jacob. I'm Moira, Moira Dean. I was just on my way to the new nightclub in town but I needed to get some gasoline. Do you have any plans tonight?" She asked, her smile turning into a coy grin. She listened while she went to fill the tank of her car. She made sure to pay at the pump to avoid having to go inside. When it came to guys Moira was usually pretty forward, unless they asked her first of course. Why not take a chance on a local cutie? She didn't have a boyfriend so a date for the club or possibly something else couldn't hurt her. 
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