

Requiem of the WindPrologueRequiem of the Wind
Christopher made his way back to his suite after scolding his younger brother about stealing the blood of a young mortal girl. The poor girl was only sixteen years of age, but she had not remembered what had bitten her. The moment she had fainted, she had forgotten everything about her predator, now heading to the conclusion that a snake had bitten her instead. He settled on his desk and looked through small portraits of his mortal friends in his lifetime, neatly displayed and arranged at the back edge of his desk. From the oil paint portraits dated back in the sixteenth century,
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The art of sounds are going to rule the population one day, whether you like it or not
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Not Clueless Uke!
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The art of sounds are going to rule the population one day, whether you like it or not
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Not Clueless Uke!
Brown favors Neku a lot for some reason... --Random XD
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The art of sounds are going to rule the population one day, whether you like it or not
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