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For some odd reason you're outside walking about the city as the sun slowly begins to set. What's so odd about that you may ask? Well, for one your in the grungy run down part of town. The part of town where all the crime happens. And two, you're lost (as you've never been to this part of town before [why would you WANT to?]), but you haven't seemed to feel the need to ask for directions back home. Like I said, pretty odd.

You stubbornly continue your way down the cobblestone streets, the dim orange street lights offering little to no light as night settles in. Your gaze worriedly wanders from the boarded windows and doors, shadows dancing a mischievous loop around you. Just as you start regretting your decision on not asking for directions, it begins to rain. Well, pour actually. Desperate, you cover your head with your arms and run aimlessly down the alleys, looking for anyplace to seek refuge in. The downpour worsens and you hurriedly push against random boards that lie across a door, breaking them and running into the shelter.

It's dark and quiet. You plop uncertainly to the ground, rubbing your arms to try and warm yourself up a bit.

Why are you here?

A cold and emotionless voice suddenly sounds from the shadows, sending you flying into the air in fright. You hear a light click and suddenly the entire room is cast in dim, eerie orange light. You are in a theatre, a terribly old run down one from the looks of it. But you can tell that it was once a grand building from the high chandeliers, the (now falling apart) rich red upholstered seats, and the enormous thick velvet stage curtain, long since aged with dust and light. From the corner of your eye, you see a lanky canine emerge from the shadows, her faded purple fur blending expertly in the blackness. By her paws you see an old and dusty violin and bow, the once dark brown wood lightened considerably by the thick layer of dust.

Why are you here? She demands again, her voice as sharp as a blade.

I'm- I'm just here to seek shelter from the storm- you manage to say, unsure if this creature would attack you or not. You visibly relax when she closes her eyes for a moment, bowing her head and locking her jaw as she slowly backs back into the shadowed corner of the theatre. Wait! You call out, not wanting to be alone while waiting out the storm. You try and search for a suitable conversation starter. You live here, right?

Yes. This is my home, this is my refuge. This is the Bella Notte Theatre.

[Name] : Cantrelia
[Said] : Can-tree-lee-uh
[Alias] : Can, Cant
[Gender] : Female
[Age] : Unknown
[Species] : Wolf
[Type] : Ex Demon, Guardian Angel
[Mother] : Unkown
[Father] : 1st Class Demon, Name Unkown
[Siblings] : None
[Personality] : Quite, cold, caring, hurt, weak, low self-esteem
[Love] : None
[Pack] : Surre ality
[Pelt] : Dark Grayish Plum
[Eyes] : Gray
[Teeth] : Dark Gray
[Tongue] : Lilac
[Inside Mouth] : Dark Lilac
[Wings] : Large, Feathered
[Claws] : Dark Gray
[Paw Pads] : Dark Lilac
[Roleplay] : Open
[Ref] : (drag and drop in your url bar to see full pic)

.-* Cantrelia is very bipolar. She'll be happy one moment and then depressed the next. It's unpredictable.
.-* Cantrelia is a guardian angel. It's what she does. If you want her to be your pet's GA, ask her through roleplay. She almost always agrees.
.-* Cant's easy to get along with and isn't one to be violent. So if your looking for confrontation, she's not the one to rp with.

LIKES	HATES
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Stuff about the Three goes here

People I've met over the years.

I really don't see how it's any of your business. She glares at you for a moment before shrugging and throwing a plain black book in your direction. It really isn't any of your concern, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt.

Fiddling with the hem of your damp shirt, you look at the worn violin lying on the ground. Um... Whose is that? You ask, pent up curiousity brimming in your eyes.

She looks at you, her silver eyes hardening into a glare. You should know the rules. You'd best keep to them or a little report will be sent to TNT with your name on it.

When you contact Belle, please title your neomail 'Cantrelia's Adoptables'. It's for easy classification and for keeping organized (something she seems to have issues with). Also include the following form:

Name : Your pet's full name, numbers, underscores and all.
Ref : A good reference picture
Other : Anything else you'd like to include?

Requests : Closed [X] | Open []
Trades : Closed [] | Open [X]

WAITING LIST
1- Blau
2- Layene
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4-
5-

I AM OWED
None :)

Painted

Baby

Blue

Brown

Camouflage

Checkered

Green

Orange

Pink

Purple

Rainbow

Red

Shadow

White

Yellow

Customs

Tyronenio

-Claimed-

Shikaraii

-Claimed-

Cantrelia

-Claimed-

Nyke__

_Kianana_

-Claimed-

You're a real comedian, you know that right?

You were just leaving, weren't you? She murmurs, looking at you with cold eyes. You take it as your que to leave and quickly pick up your things and head for the theatre doors. As your leaving, however, you see a pile of objects. You send a questioning glance in her direction and she merely shrugs.
I've picked up a few portals along my travels and keep them here just in case I need to return there. She shrugs again and turns around to walk away. You're welcome to follow them, if you like, She calls over her shoulder as she retreats back into the shadows of the abandoned theatre.

Einzeru

Music thanks to the amazing Blau
Thanks a mill NeoExtreme.com for coding the text box
All content and images, unless otherwise stated, (c) now and forever Belle

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