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Warning- mild violence -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- You look around in a panic, (e/c) eyes flying over the unfamiliar buildings. You had somehow gotten lost in London, the place where you were vacationing. You had been walking around, searching for a good pub to eat at, but ended up getting lost. It was just your luck, since someone had stolen your wallet while you were looking at a map. "Now what am I supposed to do?" You ask yourself. You couldn't pay for a hotel or buy food

In the doorway stood a tallish man. He had messy, red-brown hair and bright red eyes. His skin was slightly tan and he was smirking almost evilly. He was wearing a stained white shirt with a dark bomber jacket over it and a pair of ripped jeans. His arm was popped up on the doorway as he leaned against it. "Hey, doll face." He smirks, red eyes sparkling. You glare at him angrily, crossing your arms across your chest. "Why am I hear?" You demand. His smirk doesn't change as he chuckles. "Cause, you're my birthday present. Now, get inside." He grabs your wrist and pulls you into his house. You growl at him, yanking your hand from his grip.

There stood a fairly tall and thin man. He had shoulder length, wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes. He had a bit of scruff on his chin and a big smile on his lips. The man was wearing a long-sleeved, black button-up shirt with a red rose sticking out of the breast pocket and a pair of nice, tan pants. The smell of cologne was strong on him, but not over powering. "Honhonhon~ Who do we 'ave 'ere?" He smiles, winking at you. A dark blush covers your face, anger diminishing into embarrassment. It was clear that he was French. "W-who are you?" You stutter out while brushing the dirt off your pants. "Mon nom est Francis Bonnefoy. 'Ow about yo

"'Ello, poppet." There stood a man that was probably a bit older than you, but definitely didn't looks it. He was slightly shorter than an average guy. The man had light, strawberry-blonde hair that looked almost pink and electric blue eyes that had thick eyebrows above them. His lips were spread in a delighted smile. He was wearing a light pink, long-sleeved, button up under shirt with a purple sweater vest over it. A blue tie stood out proudly around his collar, the color matching his eyes exactly. He had a pair of nice tan pants on and dark brown dress shoes. He seemed a bit too happy. "Who the heck are you?" You ask angrily. "Oh, don't

-After driving for a little while, the guy pulls up in front of a house in the middle of the woods. He drags you up to the door and knocks quickly before dashing back to the car. You're left at the door, angry and confused. The door creaks open. You turn to look at your "new owner".- In the doorway there's a guy. He seems around your age, maybe a bit older. He had messy blonde hair that was pulled into a low pony tail, a few strands hanging in the front. A strange curl fell in front of his face. His eyes were covered by dark sunglasses and his mouth was drawn into a thin line. The guy was wearing a black and red flannel shirt with some old,

Your eyes fall on an interesting looking figure. He was slightly tall with a mess of dirty blonde hair on his head, a cowlick sticking up in the front. He has bright blue eyes, framed by glasses. He's wearing a plain white shirt with a bomber jacket over that and some faded blue jeans. In one hand he's holding a McDonald's cup, straw slightly bitten up at the top. "Woah, hey dudette!" He grins at you, blue eyes sparkling. His voice is fairly loud, making your ears flinch backwards. You glare at him. "Quiet down, would ya?" You hiss at him. He just chuckles lightly, not even bothered by your angry tone. "Why are you here, dudette?" He asks,

The man who stood in the doorway looked very gentleman-like. He was an average height and had a mop of dirty blonde hair. His eyes were a pure emerald green with strange caterpillar-like eyebrows above them. He was wearing an off-white collared shirt and a straight red tie with a brown, long-sleeved sweater over it. He wore tan pants that were free of wrinkles with a nice pair of dress shoes. He was looking at you, eyebrows scrunched together. "Who are you?" He asks, a British accent clear in his voice. You blush, but anger still swells within you. "Why don't you ask your dumb friend who dropped me here." You growl back, standing up and bru

In the door stood a guy that seemed to be about your age. He had long, dark brown hair that was pulled into a pony tail that dropped over his left shoulder. He had big brown eyes that sparkled as he looked at you. He was wearing a long green shirt that had long sleeves that came past his hands and loose, tan pants. He looked like a Chinese man. "Aw! You're so cute, aru~! Kawaii!" He jumps and hugs you, squeezing all the air from your lungs. You gasp, squirming in his tight grip. "C-c-can't b-breath!" You gasp. Quickly, he drops you back to your feet, a huge smile still on his face. You gulp in breath, leaning down and pressing your hands to

There stood a guy who looked about your age. He had long blonde hair that reached his neck with one stubborn curl falling in front of his face, which was tinted slightly red. His light violet eyes show behind cute glasses, surprise evident in them. He was really adorable. "H-he w-wasn't joking.." The guy stutters to himself. Your ears perk up, catching his attention. You cough quietly, shuffling awkwardly. "O-oh! S-s-sorry. My n-name's Matthew." He says shyly, face turning a darker red. A light pink dusts your cheeks as well, anger forgotten. Who could be angry at such a cutie? "Uh...hi. I'm (f/n)." You introduce yourself, (h/c) tail flicki

Life stunk sometimes. That's all you had to say. Your life stunk especially. If anything bad happened, it was always you who paid the price. Today was no different. You were a kitsune, a half fox, half human creature. You had two forms, a full fox form and the form that was human, except the ears and tail stayed. You used to be wild, running around in the forest and having fun in your fox form. But then, one day, some poachers caught you. That's where you were now... "You dumb poachers! Let me out of this stupid cage!" You added some choice words into your yelling. Rage poured out of you and you were pretty sure steam was coming out of your