Cerberus
Pulsar
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Oblivion, a town just like any other, It was a medium sized town. People had their everyday life, they had their jobs and tasks they had to do. But at least half of the people living in the town knew little to nothing of the secret that the town held.
Vao Couer'dor walked into the Circle's appartment complex and into his apartment as he shook his head and tapped his dogatgs which caused his soul lantern to appear on his waist which he unclipped from his belt and put it away inside of his desk. "Another day more souls..if anyone needs me i'll be heading to Cinder's for a drink..or five." The young hellhound grabbed his jacket as he wrapped his tail around his waist and let his fires flare up for a second to warm himself up as he walked back out as he was heading into the main city. As he head into the city his tail and ears were kept hidden under a long jacket and a black cap he always wore.
Outside of Oblivion's main hotel, Hapdun sat just idly kicking his feet against the old wood porch He was like many others in this town something special. What looked like a jacket that always seemed to be wrapped around his neck was in all actuality his own wings as he was a dragon shifter but he had been exiled to the land below and his wings broken and the bones removed so now he was living amongst the mortals and living in oblivion.
At the outskirts of the town Voron had launched a surprise raid against the order. Voron were people who deemed people who believed that anyone whom was not human or had supernatural powers. To be threats to humanity and had been hunting them down for sometime. The order was the direct opposite to Voron and their agents. They worked to shelter and help anyone to learn their gifts and use them to further humanity and help others. They worked in secret and helped to move people around to keep them safe, much like the underground railroad they operated everywhere if you knew where to look..
Vao Couer'dor walked into the Circle's appartment complex and into his apartment as he shook his head and tapped his dogatgs which caused his soul lantern to appear on his waist which he unclipped from his belt and put it away inside of his desk. "Another day more souls..if anyone needs me i'll be heading to Cinder's for a drink..or five." The young hellhound grabbed his jacket as he wrapped his tail around his waist and let his fires flare up for a second to warm himself up as he walked back out as he was heading into the main city. As he head into the city his tail and ears were kept hidden under a long jacket and a black cap he always wore.
Outside of Oblivion's main hotel, Hapdun sat just idly kicking his feet against the old wood porch He was like many others in this town something special. What looked like a jacket that always seemed to be wrapped around his neck was in all actuality his own wings as he was a dragon shifter but he had been exiled to the land below and his wings broken and the bones removed so now he was living amongst the mortals and living in oblivion.
At the outskirts of the town Voron had launched a surprise raid against the order. Voron were people who deemed people who believed that anyone whom was not human or had supernatural powers. To be threats to humanity and had been hunting them down for sometime. The order was the direct opposite to Voron and their agents. They worked to shelter and help anyone to learn their gifts and use them to further humanity and help others. They worked in secret and helped to move people around to keep them safe, much like the underground railroad they operated everywhere if you knew where to look..